The Pulaskian., 1916-12-29
CHAPTER v-continued.
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 "Wheres Miss Law?" he asked.
 "I dunno-go ask Max"
 "Where is he?"
 "You can search me; last I saw of him he was tearing the star dressin room up by the roots"
 Whitaker hurried on just in time to see Max disappearing in the direction of the stage door, at which point he caught up with him, and from the managers disjointed catechism of the doorkeeper garnered the information that the star had hurried out of the building while Max was making his announcement before the curtain.
 Max swung angrily upon Whitaker.
 "Oh, it's you, is it? Perhaps you can explain what this means? She was looking straight at you when she dried up! I saw her"
 Perhaps you'd better find Miss Law and ask her. Whitaker interrupted. "Have you any idea where she's goneY
 Home, probably" Max snapped in return.
 Come on, then" Passing his arm through the managers, Whitaker drew him out into the alley. "We'l get taxi before this mob"
 But, look here-what business've you got mixing in?"
 'Ask Miss Law" said Whitaker, shortly. It had been on the tip of his tongue to tell the man fiatly: I'm her husband" But he retained wit enough to deny himself the satisfaction of this shattering rejoinder. T know her" he added; that's enough for the pres ent."
 At the entrance to the alley Max paused to listen to the uprOar within his well-beloved theater.
 .rd give five thousand gold dollars if I hadn't met you this afternoon!' he groaned. q always knew that wom- an was Jonah p
 "You were calling her your mascot two hours ago."
 Shell be the death of me, yet" the little man insisted gloomily He stopped short, jerking his arm free Look here Pm not going. I've got my work cut out for me back there"-with a jerk of his head toward the theater.
 Whitaker hesitated, then without re- gret decided to lose him. It would be as well to get over the impending in- terview without third factor.
 .Very we'll" he said, beckoning taxicab in to the curb. "Whats the address?"
 Max gave it sullenly.
 "So long, he added morosely as Whitaker opened the cab door; sorry I ever laid eyes on you.'
 Whitaker settled back in the cab and. oblivious to the lights of Broad way streaming past, tried to think. IL suddenly presented itsef to his reason, with shocking force, that his attitude must be humbly and wholly apologetlc. It was singular. case: he had come home to find his wife on the point or marrying another man-and she was the one entitled to feel aggr1eved ]! Strange twist of the eternal triangle !!
 Far too soon the machine sweryed into Fifty-seventh street, slipped half way down the block, described w1de arc to the northern curb and pulled up, trembling, before a modest modern residence between Sixth and seventh avenues.
 Reluctantly Whitaker got out and' on suspicion, told the chauffeur TO wait. Then, with all the alacrity ol a condemned man ascending the scaf- fold he ran up the steps to the front door.
 A man-servant answered hls ring without undue delay.
 Was Miss Law at homer lie Wouiu see.
 This indicated that she was at home. Whitaker tendered card with his sur name p.nciIed after that of MT. Hugn Morten in engraved script.
 He stared lound him with pardon able wonder. IL this were truly the home of Mary Ladislas Whitaker-ner property-he had builded far petter than he could possibly have foreseen with that investment of five hundred