The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1916-04-07

| bearing uOWn on nearby cOttOn-Shed.
At the same moment that he caught
sight of his daughter Margory on the
roof of this shed he made out the fig
ure of PalidOri himself directing the
movements of the bearded man so
frenziedly rowing the boat.
my child-they will kill my child"
gasped Golden.
Open laughter showed on Palidori's
sinister face, as with his sound arm
he held the struggling figure in white
close to his side.
Have no fear Of that" he called
back across the swirling water, as his
bearded confederate bent to the oars.
She will live. But she will live in a
way that will leave you praying she
had died."
Twelve Years Later.
Casavanti, the cadet, was a firm up
holder of the pregnancy of apparel.
He believed in keeping up appear
ances. He even reveled in his appel
lative of the Beau Nash of. the Ten
derloin. His clothes were of the lat
est cut and from the folds of his nov
city cravat always flashed sinner"
| of the first water. There was, accord
1ngly, almost note of condescension
in his manner as he received "Slim"
Legato in his meretriciously sumptu-
ever his aspirations in crookdom, was
still mere underling
who sent this?" demanded Casa
vanti as he took note from his Wis
itOrs hand
"Legar," was the answer. The cadet
pulled languidly at a cigarette as he
opened the note and read it.
The girl spoke of will come to.
night at twelve. You will find her a
flower that is ripe for the picking.
And once the flower gets in your
hands want it kept there.-Jules.
envelope. Then he stood thoughtfully
regarding his visitor
did anyone see you come here?"
he asked
mot that was wise to-" was Slim
prompt reply. ...t es...t
Then see that you get as quietly
away"
Slim Legato, accordingly, kept a
weather eye open as he emerged to
the street. Nothing suspicious met
his gaze. 1t was not until he had de-
scended the steps and reached the
c,rph hot o11 in q
as quietly as frozen river, flowed
along the pavement little more than
ten PAGES away from him. At the
first corner it turned sharply and
stopped, obstructing the crossing.
The debonair Slim drew up, blink
ing suspiciously at the mysterious We
hicle. Then he blinked even harder,
for from the open door window of the
limousine gloved hand had unmis-
takably beckOned to him. And the re-
markable part of it all, to Slim, was
the fact that the drawn car curtains
concealed everything but that mys-
teriously reckoning hand.
Slim promptly decided to investi-
gate. But he also decided to advance
with caution. Before he could place a
foot on the runningboard, however,
and thrust pertly inquisitive head
into the hooded gloom of the car, that
car began to move forward again. Yet
before it passed from his reach the
gloved hand thrust into his own an en-
velope.
On this envelope was clearly in
| scribed:
"Dr. Ludwig PaIidorl,
Care of Jules Lesar,"
and beneath these words Sims be-
wildered eyes made out the unmistak-
| able emblem of laughing mask. What
it meant was more than he could tell.
So inscrutable did this mystery
seem, in fact, that Slim, after one min
ute of deep thought, promptly yet de-
licately slipped the blade of his pen
| knife along the gummed flap of the
| envelope and forced it open. On a
single sheet of paper he found written
the cryptic words:
"Remember the Hammer Of God,
which smites, and brushes whom il
smites!"
Slim, the gay cat and gangster, pu4
zled much over this message as he
restored it to it's violated envelope
and adroitly resealed the flap.
Now, who tells gettin' his little
knocker out FIR the Doc?' demanded
that bewildered worthy of himself as
he made his guarded way back to the
underworld rendezvous which was
known to his confreres as the Owls
| Nest.
The Owls Nest proper was an un-
savory cellar room in one of the most
unsavory sections of the lower East
side. Years before it had been wine
cellar, presided over by Neapolitan
of Mano Nero affiliations, until fed
eral shoo-fy, in sesarch for "coiners,
had been found stilettoed behind one
of it's casks of Marsha, whereupon
the Neapolitan had vanished and in
due time the Owl herself had taken
possession of the quarters.
With the advent of Jules Legar, the
mysterious center of mysterious cir
Gle of evildoers about whom, she
knew, it never paid to be too inqusi-
tive, life had become easier for her.
Her cellar, inconspicuous in dis
| trict so crowded with equally dubious
warrens, had proved precisely the type
of quarters the leader of the new cir
Gle was in need of. And as Legar him.
| self stepped down into the cellar, ad-
vancing with his peculiarly padded
tread as softly as an animal steals in
to it's lair, the Owl remembered that
the hour of her reward was not far
distant For she had proved jealous