Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-11


order to foil Ingoby's ambitions. a
strike is to be called. lngolby's new
bridge is to be blown up and he, him
, self, thrown into the river. lngolby
determines to minglc that night with
his enemies in ManitOu disguised as a
French Canadian. lngolby and Fave
meet for the first time and lnsolby
invites Fave to his home.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES.
TT WAS only after he had been playing.
\ virtually without ceasing, for three
quarters of an hour, that there came
TO Ingolby the true Interpretations of
the Romany mutterings through the
mans white. wolflike teeth. He did
not shrink. however. but kept his head
and watched.
Once as the musician flung his body
round a sweep of passion, 1ngoIby saw
the black eyes fash to the weapons on
the wall with a malign look which did
not belong to the music alone. and he
took a swift estimate Ot the situation,
Why the man should have any lnten
tions against him, he could not guess
except that he might be one. of the
madmep who have vendetta against the
capitalist, Or was he a tool of Felix
Marchand? It did not seem possible.
and yet if the man was pcunilCss and an
anarchist maybe, there was the possi-
bility. Or-the blood rushed TO his
face-or it might be that the Gypsy 5
presence here, this display of deviIish
antipathy, as though it were all part
oh tn
+. Fleda Druse.
The music swelled to swlrling storm,
crashed and flooded the feelings with
sense of shipwreck and chaos. through
which a voice seemed to cry-the culver
and delicate shrllness of one isolated
string-and then fell a sudden silence,
as though the end of all things had
come; and on the silence the trembling
and attenuated note which had quivered
a on the lonely string, rising, rising
piercing the infpite distance and sink
ing into silence agan.
In the pause which followed the
Romany stood painting, his eyes fixed on
Ineolby with an evil exaltation which
made him seem taller and bigger than
he was, but gave him, too, look of
n satyr. Generations of unbridled emo
ton, of license of the fields and the
covert, showed in his unguarded Tea
lures.
.what did the single cry-the motif
express? Ingolby asked coolly.
know there vas catastrophe, the tum
blings of avnanches, but the voice that
cried-the ssul of lover, was 1t!
The Rounny's lip showed an ugly
rr;mace. "It was the soul of one that
betrayed lover, going to eternal Tor
lures"
Ingolby laughed careless!y. ut was
fine bit of work. Sarasate would
have been proud of his fiddle if he could
have heard. Anyhow, be couldn't have
played that. Is it gypsy music:'
''It is the music Of gypsy, as you
call it,
swell, it's worth year. work to
hear" Ingolby replied admirlngly, yet
acutely conscious of danger. Are YOU
n musician by trade?' he asked.
'I have no trade" The glowing eyes
kept scanning the wall where the
weapons hung, and as though without
purpose other than to get pipe from
the rack on the wall, Ingolby moved to
where he could be prepared for any
rush. 1t seemed absurd that there should
be such a possibility; but the world
was full of strange things.
''What brought you to the West:
he asked as he filled pipe, his back
almost against the wall.
IT came to get what belonged to me.
Ingolby laughed ironically. Most of
us are here for that purpose. We think
the world owes us such lot
at know what is my own.
Ingolby lit his pipe, his eyes re-
Aectively scanning the other.
Have you got it again out here
\ your owu?"
met yet, but | will.
Ingolby took out his watch and looked
at it. II haven't found it easy getting
all that belongs to me.
''You have found it easier getting
: what belongs to some one else was
the snarling response.
Ingolby's jaw hardened. What did
the fellow mean? Did he refer to
money, or-was it Fleda Druse?
''See here" he said, there's no need
to say things like that. / never took
anything that didn't belong to Inc, that
l didn't win or earn or pay for-market
price or founders shares he smiled
grimly. you've given me the best
treat I've had in many day. I'd
walk fifty miles to hear you play my
Sarasate-or even old Berry's cotton
field fiddle. I'm as grateful as car be,
and I'd like to pay you for it; but as
you're not professional and it's one
gentleman to another, as it were, ]
can only thank you-or maybe help you
10 get what's your own, if you're really
trying to get 1t out here. Meanwhile,
have a cigar and a drink
He was still between the Romany
and the wall and by movement for
ward sought to turn Jethro to the spirit
table. Probably this Nmaneuvering was
ali nonsense, that he. was wholly mis-
reading the man; but he had always
trusted his instincts, and he would not
let his reason rule him entirely in such
4 situation. He could also ring the
hell for Jim. or call to him, for while
he was In the house Jim was sure to
BE- near by; but he felt he must deal
with the business alone.
The Romany did not move toward
she spirit table, and Ingolby became in
ereasingly vigilant.
..No, ! cant pay you anything, that's
clear. = he said, "but TO get your own
I've got some influence out here
what can / do7 A stranger is up