Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-12-26
Continued.

w liAShy. w AliShs lis
voice started with whine and enoeo
in a wall.
He knew a barrel-house down near
the bridge which kept open all night
He had fifteen cents in his pocket,
Three drinks! The sort OF memoIs
which is little more than instinct tolu
him these things. He began a nervous
cropping search for his clothes.
Whats the matter Pop!
The voice of Burke clear, is'i,'s
hearty and still with an unoeIS llls
gruffness. Suddenly Bow-Wow oe-
tested that voice! x.ao,,,
The inherent prompting for treeaoh,
had come upon him. He was CT I",'
here! He began to be aware Oh u1e, 80
cion: and there is no human sour 81
debased, so feeble, that in lts uep'hS
it does not resent coercloh!
INV clothes,'' he demanded.
Burnt up. Pop" was the cheeriui
reply. Have drink? -. Dom,
Cumming knotted the eyes OF BOW
Wow. He nodded and grunteo. ne ne
took the drink; but he reiuseo 'i'e
green potion. aod He
had forgotten that they were burned
Nothing doing, old top, BuTke
vawned. BILLY says you're 10 stay
until he comes back and you IL stay IL
| have to show you to MN WIN
lily in your hands"
The bleared eyes of Bow-Wow mar
rowed. :, b;gb
waverinp voice which rose nearly to
Come on, Pop, be a good little
snort You. might as we'll think you re
in luck and be happy. God knows
why you're here, but here you stay
And if you holler too loud" Ill nave
to bat YOU" zoe
The man subsidized. The threat "as
one he could understand.
"A little drink" he begged.
Burke studied carefully, then ne
went out to the pantry. lie Iouno
Bow Wow behind him.
"A big drink"
Burke calmly poured, measurlis
the quantity like a druggist suddenly
the decanter was snatched from MS
hand. and its mouth flashed up tc
Bow-W Vows lipsi He had gulpeo
down three or four ounces before the
decanter was recovered:
Now you've done it," worried tht
soldier of fortune, who had gained ms
experience in field hospitals ana II
mining camps, ana IN private seitiOS
Get back to bed"
Bow-Wow grinned A leer of tri'
umph was in his eyes. Without
word, he turned and reeled back TO ms
couch, while Burke locked up the
liquor. II,
Burke did not retire this time. H'
put a fresh log on the fire IN tht
lounging room. He went into MS oM !
apartment, brought out a battered llt'
tie old surgical case, produced ny.
perdermic syringe, washed 1t ano
asepticized it, laid a little phial oi
tablets on the mantel beside 1t, set
glass of water with these, lit the char,
red briar which had been a soldier OF
fortune with him, and sat down -te
wait with calm philosophy: Ihree
o'clock. 1t was time for Billy; pas
time, in these days when the youne
architect had so much important WORK
on hand. Instinctively Burke's eyes
roved to the glass of green liquor
which Bow-Wow had refused. Heo
probably have to make fresh dose
for his master. He sighed and shooH
his head, and worry came upon Ms
brow. He liked Billy.
The quarter chimed, the half; the
hree-quarters. Burke heard them all
and heard, too, every machine whlch
stopped in the street; and as the time
passed. the shadow on Burke's brow
deepened. How many nights he mac
sat thus by the fire, waiting; WAITING
until the dawn streaked the SKY
Such nights had become more ire
auent of late. They had come so fre-
quently that Burke awoke naturall!
at o'clock, if Billy had not called
him. The hour struck, and Burke dio
not hear it. He was asleep In the
stiffest of the leather chairs, and MS
pipe was on the floor.
A voice reused him, thin, hlgh'
pitched, wavering voice. The dawn
was stealing in at the window.
Jean" called the voice. Jean!
Bow-Wow; he stood, swaying, in the
center of the room, gazing ABOUT MIN
with widened eyes, and there was nc
need now for Burke to pull open the
mans lids.
where's Tavys doll?' went on the
wayering voice. Jean. Tavy's sick!
The voice mumbled and muttered, and
rose and fell, as the man stumbled
about the room in a cropping searcsh
for something, he knew not what. lie
was a grotestQue figure, a monstrous ng-
ure, bent and wavering in his loose
pajamas, with his struggling hair and
beard. Burke had scrubbed these
hirsute adornments, and now the
aureole, which contrasting with his
staring, redeemed eyes, gave him an
aspect of uncanny wildness. Jean!
The voice was sharper. higher pitched
more querulous. That bridge con-
tract, Jean! I can't find it," Again
an unlntelllg1Ole mutterlns. lneTe
was a noise in the hall outside. The
man, startled, listened intently
What's that" A sharper tone, but
with fear in it.
Burke quietly rose and went to the
mantel. He opened the little phiaI
and tried to shake one of the pellets
into his palm. They had been there
a long time, and they stuck. He shook
and shook the phial.
Suddenly there was a piercing
scream, a commingling of terror, OF
rage, of frenzy. of all the wild emo
tions which disordered fancy could
conjure up. Before Burke. could turn
the man was upon him from behind
and clutching his throat with long
lean fingers, in which there was mani
acaI strength!
CHAPTER ".
On the Way