Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-12

Fave meet for the hrSt time Ahn Il
quarrel over Flcda ensuCs between
them.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES.
The Romany hesitated, then shook
his head and muttcrcd cha"tlcaIlN'
VERY well, was the decisive reply.
Ingolby pressed bell. and, in an in
slant, Jim Bpadlc was in the room.
He had evidently ben at tn" keynote.
"Jim," he said. show the gentleman
out"
But suddenly he caught up box. ot
cigars from the table and thrust 1t INT"
the Romany's hands They re- the best
to be got this side of Havana he said
cheerily "Thcy'lI help you put more
fancy still into your playing. Good
night. You never played better than
you've done during the last hour, III
stake my life on that. Good night.
Show Mr.. Fave out, Jim.
The Romany had not time to thrust
back the cigars upon his host, and
dazed by the strategy of the thing, by
the superior force and mind of the man
who moment ago he would have killed.
he took the box and turned toward the
door. taking his hat dazedly from jim
At the door. however, catching sight
of the sly grin on the mulatto servant :
face, his rage and understanding re
turned to him. and he faced. the master
full Gorgio once again.
''By God, I'll have none of it 49, he
exclaimed roughly and threw the box
Of cigars on the floor of the room.
Ingolby was not perturbed. Don
forget there's an east bound train every
day" he said meaningly, and turned
his back as the door closed.
In another minute Jim entered the
room. Get the clothes and the wig
and things, jim. / must be off," he
said.
The toughs don 'tget going till about
this time over at Manitou," responded
Jim. Then he told his master about
the clothes having been exposed in the
room when the Romany arrived. but
l don't think he seen them" Jim added
with approval of his own conduct.
Il got 'em out quick as lightning. 1
covered 'em like a blanket"
"All right, jim; it doesn't matter.
That fellows got sother things to think
of than that
He was wrong, however. The
Romany was waiting outside in the
darkness not far away-watChing and
waiting.
For Luck
E1ELIX MARCHAND was in the
l. highest spirits. His clean shaven
face was wrinkled with smiles and
sneers. His black hair was flung in
waves of triumph over his heavily
lined forehead one hand was on his
hip with brave satisfaction, the other
with lighted cigarette was tossed up-
ward in exultation.
I've got him. I've got him-like
that" he said, transferring the cigarette
to his mouth, and clenching his right
hand as though it could not be loosed
by an earthquake. For sure, it's a
thing finished as the solder of a panni
kin-like that"
He caught up tin quart pot from
the bar counter and showed the solder
ed bottom of it.
He was alone in the bar of Bar
bazon's Hotel except for one person
the youngest of the officials who hai
been retired from the Offices of tbs
railways when Ingolby had merged
them. This was a man who had got
his position originally by nepotism
and represented the worst elements OF
a national life where the spoils sys
tenn Is rooted in the popular mind. He
had, however, a little residue Of that
discipline which, working in q great
industrial organization, begets qualms
as to extreme courses.
He looked refectively at the leader
pot and said in reply: I'D never be
lieve in anything where that Ingolby
is concerned till i had it in the palm O
my hand. He's as deep as a well, anC
when he's quietest it's good to Iool
out. He takes a lot of skinning, tha
badger"
Hes skinned this time all right, ;
was Marchand's reply. Tomorrow
be the biggest day Manitous had sine
the Indian lifted his wigwam and tn
white man put down his store. Lister
hear them. They're coming"
He raised a hand for silence, an,
a rumbling, ragged roar of voices coul
be heard without.
The crowd have gone the rounds.
he continued. They started at Bar
bazon's and they're winding up a
Barbazon's. They're drunk enough to
night to want to do anything. and to
morrow when they've got sore head
they'll do anything. They'll make tina
funeral look like a squeezed orange
they'll show Lebanon and Maste
Ingolby that we're to be bosses of ou
own show. The strike'll be on afte
the funeral, and after the strikes be
gun there'il be-eh, bien sur !"
He paused sharply, as though he ha
gone too far.
'sThere'll be what?" whispered tn
other; but Marchand made no reply
save to make a warning gesture, fc
Barbazon. the landlord, had entered be
hind the bar,
''They're coming back, Barbazon,
Marchand said to the landlord, jerkiT
his head toward the front door. tt
noise of the crowd was increasing, Il
raueous shouts were SO loud that Il
three had to raise their voices. you
do a land Office business tonight"
declared.
At Marchand's words BarbazC
shrugged his shoulders. THE mo
spent tonight. the less to spend tomol
rov. p be growled.