Evening times-Republican., 1920-09-28

Howiing with frenzy, Stagg
wrenehed at the bars. a policeman,
running into the corridor, shouted
for silence; but Stagg needed him
not.
Great" approved Meiny. Fine!
Some day I'll start a side show, with
you for the 1eadin attraction Go
to it. Bosco!" he gibed. He eats 'em
alive! Jo-Jo the Dog faced Boy!
Eats 'em raw. All raw Raw, an is
never happy except when he's ravin'
mad, mad, mad Only five cents,
five cents, Nhalf dime, to see the
Wild Man O. Borneor'
Hideously comforting his face, he
mocked his raving progenitor.
DRY UP, there you," shouted the
officer, advancing, while Mugs, With
folded arms, leaned back against, the
wall and watched this Arious spec
tacle with interest, This amt no
circus. Can it,"
Stagg, unable to articulate. shouted
with speechless rage. Then, of a
sudden, his below broke into a chok
ing gurgle. A look of intense aston
ishment and terror swopt over his
purpling face. He cintchod his gross
neck. staggered back and turned half
round, his left hand clawing at emp
ty air.
God, it's hot he sculped. "Air
--atr--Pm choking-.'
A swift and terrible change of ex-
preston swept over him His eyes
seemed bursting from his head For
ward he lurched, a step or two;
dropped heavily to his knees and col
lapsed face downward on the cement
floor of the corridor, as an Cemptv
meal-sack drops. His fall was as
annihilating as that Of an OK, pole
axed in the abattoir
Muggs and the officer reached him
together. just as the last twitch of
life departed out Of that coarse body,
reft from il by bursting blood YES
sci. Meiny, arising from his cot, ad :
vanced to the bars of his cell as the
two men bent over the body.
There now, he has went an done
1T, amt he?" he complained in a
tone of grievance. Done it, to queer
me! II he's reely croaked off, there
goes another one o. my meal tickets.
An there goes my alibi, too. Things
is cert'niy. breakin' bad, fer me. On
top of eyerythin', geel amt it He'll ?'
CHAPTER XxxII
Mugs returned to St. Philips. as
soon as he had promised his evidence
for the coroner's hearing in re the
death of Irwin Stage and had reiter-
ated his intention of iesufying
against Meiny. His smples primitive
mind was daze of conflicting emo
tons. Elation at the downfall OF the
Stages mingled with hateful scorn OF
the shipmaster and n strongly resur-
gent grief for Bradford.
Silently he passed thru the muted
crowd that, tho somewhat lessened
as evening drew nigh. stiE remained
waiting for news in Hull street. Te
avoid being detained and questioned
he made/his way mp the bill on ths
sidewalk skirting the ancient ceme.
terry opposite the hospital, AS he came
near the crest of the hilltop, shorr
and swarthy man who had been lott
ering along the iron pickets drew
close beside him, uenoted. Mugs
felt a sinewy hand hooked round his
arm, and heard foreign voice whis.
per:
Hey, look-a here!'
"What sis it?" demanded Nuggs
facing Guinea Joe, the one time Ma.
fla alherent and present first class
gunnan so highly praised by Meiny
What yuh want?'
dat Sooda gny--he dyin?" alieriee
Joe, his wolfish face drawn with ar
anxiety it rarely had occasion to ex.
press.
Search me, Joe. OATS just what
I'm goin' in here. now, to see about
Why?' Mugs pice was hostile
"W'at you askin' Yer, anyhow"
Joe hunched his shoulders and cas-
down his eyes, abasked. To show
emotion was taboo, according to his
code.
"Oh, he wan gooda man, all RI" he
murmured alf-apologetically." don
wanta heem to die, no sir! IDA pic.
colo ragazz'-lil boy, Joe, you know
heem''
dat kid wit de bum sllaft?"
"Yeh. He's a-name after me. Well
da gooda guy, / hear ,he iyoin' hay.
da doctor fer heem-rnake heem all
a RI make heem walk, sometime
So don want da gooda guy to, die
non e'yer'?"
What yuh mean, nonny vair?
don't getcha, but de other part Q
what yuh say is de goods. Now Sc,
here, Joe, got kick comm abou
you. You been runnin' Wit Mein,
| fer some time, amt yuh? Well, know
1 who knitted de missioner"
Joe cringed, struck In a vital spit
'Yeh, l know, damma heem!" h,
exclaimed, his black eyes suddenl!
| dangerous. II know! An he try t.
getta me on da job, but I say no, NJ
| sir, Guinea Joe amt knife no guy
| amt shoot heem, what try to make
da ill feller walk all ri! T tsetta don,
| with Meiny, all done. Ant j. tella yo,
one ting, Muggs-if. Meiny stay il
prison one year, five year, twenty
mo mak-a da diff! When he com,
| out--!!" He passed his index fin
ger across his throat. with peculial
Missing sound. "Mebhe / no do IT
but somebody do it. My gang
good-a people. We amt never for.
get. We feex-a heem-good- night
Muggs scratched his head, puzzled
whether to endorse these amiablt
sentiments or reprove them; then
yielding to the Old Adam deep il
his heart, gave Joe hearty hand,
clasp.
60 to it, kid, an dig deep wher
yuh go excavation fer de blackes
heart in dis world. An if Nuh get il
wrong, I'm back of yuh to de limit
s. long!,
With parting wave of his hand
| Muggs turned and crossed the stree