The Washington times., 1918-07-05
The Wolves of New YORK
STORY OF LOVE AND MYSTERY /:
You Shall Commit No More Crimes
Lillian Firmly Admonishes
Won Geldenstein e


down Cedar street, where his ousl
offica was situated. rhYlaa fol-
lowed. keeping her distance: Il waa
lucky that the snr gave her ~
excuse for cnncsaling herself b.
ne~ths en- umbrella. -
That morning she rsrnembered
he had been disturbed IN his na6l
ner and absent minded. Did, that
Indicate the onset % his strange
. obsesFion3 II 90. II had coma more
quickly than she bad anticipated
She hastene4 her step. for the man
walked dui-k'y ana she was afraid
OF losing bin IN the crowd.
On GeIdessfelus TEsfL
BY degrees Lillian noticed that
his gait changed. At arst it had
been that or city man intent up0a
his business. but as he turned ost
3 OF the main shoroughfare. he SLACK
sned his speed and walked as II
with no Definite object IN vfeE.
Through court and narrow alley he
passed. till Lillian had completely
lost. her knowledge Of direction
She was conscious only OF going
under the bridge. and diving thenes
into the siuIiis % Cherry Hill But
still Izraie led her on 81
She kept close behind him no4.
She felt almost convinced that II
he turned he would not recognt1O
her. The obseesion was upon him.
and she marvsled at its compisto-
ness. He had not changed his
clothes. and yst he might hass
been another man. For \ moment
the fear crept into FER mind that
she had made = mistake aid fot-
lowed some other person. In this
strange part Of New York TO which
she had come there were may
who had rssembIed him very eloas-
ly. She saw their narrow foreign
faces gazing at her from doors oe
mean shops: they passed her BY On
either hand. lean. long figures for
the most part. and they all wore
long coats such a. Won Geldsnstsla
was wearing.
A sorry speetnela.
How strangely altered he vlss
His coat hung loosely abont hin,
and It was a. II bis fun figure had
shrunk. His shoulders were eransd
forward and his head bent down
He ambled rather than walked.
dragging one foot after the other.
His clothes had beeome mud-be-spat-
tered. and we're no better in -
pearanee than those Of many OF The
poor WTetches whom he passed -
his way. He rubbed his hands 70
gether as II they were cold. Lillian
remembered now-though IL bad
never struck her as curious BE-
-fore-that he never wore jswefry
OF any sort. not even . watch. 1t
was q habit strangely at Variancs
with that OF most self-made men.
and she had rathered admired han
for it
The change had. indeed, eSas
upon Izrale Won Geldenstein, ana Il
had come without the necessity oR
alteration In clothing. He was an
other man. akin to his fellows of
the alleys through which he was
laboriously picking his way. Tha
werewolf was at large, and the time
had come in which TO hunt him 10
his lair
Lillian came close to him. He
turned and looked at her. but II was
without the smallest indication OF
recognition He was muttering TO
himself as he walked, but It was in
. targon that abe could not under
stand she saw, then, that his faea,
too, was as strangely altered as his
general Appearance. His eyes we're
leering and cunning:- the lips were
tightly drawn together: the whole
expression was that Of treacherous
serviIity. She had seen that express
sion for q few minutes when ne
had his eyes In the mirror that
night when the transition was upoh
him She shuddered at II now, and
there was something ressmblinE
fear and lack OF self-confdeace IN
her heart She was here alone to
wrestle with a thing OF evil, and II
was by her win that the werewolf
was loose once more.
She shrank back, trembling, ineo
the shadows OF a doorway. And
Won Geldenstein, or the creature IN
his guise, shambled on in the guitar
OF the narrow, dirty street