The Washington herald., 1914-04-08

hovet placed the drug dealer under ar
rest. and took him TO aspolice station
The man leered tauntingly as the charge
was explained. Mr.. Young and the boy
were about to depart when policeman
carried q heavily-veiied woman into the
station.
.Dope. I guess" he explained. steady
ing the limp figure in front OF the ser
eeant's desk. Found her in an siey'
dead to the world. Looks like an over
dose of coke, and it's gone straight to her
heart. Guess it's the hospital for her,.
The woman strove to speak, but the
words caught and broke. With a sudden
movement she wrenched herself from the
nolIceman's arms and would have sank
to the floor had not Young caught ner
and carried her to bench As ne stooP-
~ over her for an instant his gaze sud-
denly became fixed on ther veiled face.
slowly. as II dreading the revelation II
mieht bring. he drew the hlmy covering
away and gasped. For several moments
he stood numb and speechless beside ner,
then with an agonized cry ne sank 10 ms
Knees. drew her head to his breast. and
,nr,nkled her face with kisses and tears.
"LuciIle-Luciiier' he murmured. and
than anguish choked the words, and he
poured out his grief in Wild, frenzied
sobs Through mist-dimmed eyes halpn
watched him with aching heart.
..I,ucille, Don't.-not that" cried the
man. crushing the woman to him wildly.
Don't, Lucille, my darling
She hung Imply in his arms and Ralph
saw the light IN her eyes fade into
CLASSY stare.
stili holding her In his arms, the man
mumbled brokenly. staring duly into the
white. rigid face. His lips moved as II
tn life hack into
her form, pleading with death to yield
its victim. When at length he laid his
linn burden aside and staggered to his
feet a sullen, maniacal expression had
crept into his face.
.I'm going to kill the man responsible
for this" he murmured. "You! He
looked at the drug dealer with lingering
glance of recognition and dull hatred. III
you did that
The prisoner retreated a step, his face
turning an ashy pallor. Then his mouth
curied into q sickly smile.
'.If you want to kill somebody mere
your man." he sneered.
He pointed to Mr.. CURSOR. who had
entered unobserved.
How about II. Curson?" he asked.
This young gentleman wants to XIII the
murderer of your daughter. don't blame
him, do your
The aged man saw the lifeless form on
the bench and sprang forward. But the
prisoner restrained him.
well, what do you think?" he per-
sisted. Don't you think the manufac-
turer of the Cursor Consumption Cure
had something to do with it?'
Young looked perplexedly at the quav-
ering old man.
'I am about as bad as they make
them" continued the prisoner.> But
you're a million times worse. CURSOR You
know you would never have earned MIL
lions from the sale of your rotten con-
sumption cure IL there wasn't good big
dose of morphine in each bottle. ] ped
die the stuff openly: people know what
they're getting when they buy from me.
You hide the hellish stun under a fancy
label. You make the dope fends; all do
is keep them alive. and the highly re-
spected Mr.. Cursor has piled up millions
from the sale Of his poison"
The old man tottered and groaned.
LET me tell you something you ought
to know, Curson." the other continued.
only two days ago your daughter told
me she would never have touched the
stuff IL one day she hadn't playfully TAX
en- a sniff at a bottle labeled 'Curson's