Evening star., 1921-10-01
FROM NOW ON
BY FRANK L. PACKARD
Copyright 1871. BY Public Ledger O.
Copyright, 1871. b. =. q. Davis osrp.

confused and staggered him now.
Suppose that Millman stood IN WIN
the police! Suppose that the ponce
pose that Millman had accomplished:
Or-why not2-suppose that Miiiman
was even one of the police himself!
It was not SO tenable q theory as
it was to assume that Millman had
acted as a stool-pigeon; but it was.
even at that, well within the realm
Of possibility. A man would not
count two years i'll spent on case
that involved the recovery OF nun
psa eon1e,s part etSer Il
sary. 1t had been done before. until
Earjan had come last night, the police
had made no sign for years--unless
Millman were indeed one OF them.
and, believing at the last that he was
Millman hadn't had hard time OF 1t
in the penitentiary. His education
had been the excuse. II 1t were an ex-
cuse. for all the soft clerical jobs.
spent the nights in his cell?
Dave Henderson crushed his fists
against his temples. What did it mat
ter! In the long run, what did 1t mat
ter! Crook. OF informant, or an OF,
ficer, Millman had wrecked him, and
he would pay his debt to Millman!
He laughed low again, while his teeth
gnawed at his lip. There was Bar
jan and Bookie Skarvan-and now
Millman! And Baldy Vickers and the
There wasn't much chance. was
there? Not much to expect now in
return for the eternities in which he
had worn these prison stripes. not
much out of the ruin of his life, not
had staked and risked! Not much
only to make one last fight, to make
as many of these meh pay as dearly
as he could. Fight! Yes, he would
fight. He had never hedged: He
that. There wasn't much chance now;
there wasn't any. II he looked the
situation squareIy in the face. He
stood alone. absolutely alone: there
was nowhere to turn. no single soul
every other mans: But he was not
beaten. They would never beat him
a knift thrust or black jack from
Bookie Skarvan's skulking pack,
not beat him: a further term here
behind these walls, though it might
Wither up the soul OF him, would not
And Millman! Up above his head
his. hands twisted and knotted to-
shoulders locked back, and the clean.
straight limbs grew taut. And he
laughed; And the laugh was very
low and sinister; A beast eornered
tnant instinct in q beast was self
enemy's throat. A beast asks no
quarter--and gave none. He was
beast They had made him a beast
in here, an animal, numbered thing,
not man; they had not even left
him with a name-just one Of a herd
Of beasts and animals. But they had
not tanned him. He was alone. facing
them all now. and there wasn't much
whelming; but If he was alone. he
would not go down alone. and
He turned his head suddenly. and
his hands dropped to his sides. There
had come a cry from somewhere
It It was % not very loud, but it rang
silence of the prison. It was a cry
as of sudden fear and weakness It
came again; and in a bound Dave
Henderson reached the bars Of his
aG9b fb al. hnd a"sa beat upon then then furousy %
trouble for it undoubtedly, but he
had placed that cry now. Old Tony
wasn't whispering tonight. There
was something wrong with the old
mb-thrower. Yes, he remembered
afternoon. He ratified again and
again on the bars. Old Tony was
moaning now.
Footsteps on the run sounded along
the iron gallery. A guard passed by:
another paused at the door
Get back out of there" growled
the guard. Beat it! Get back to
your cot"
Dave Henderson retreated to the
center of the cell. He heard old
Tony's door opened. Then muffled
voices. And then a voice that was
quite audible-one of the guards:
Il guess he's snuffed out. Get the
doc-and. yes, tell the warden, If he
hasn't gone to bed yet"
Snuffed outi There was q queer,
choking sensation in Dave Hender-
sons throat. A guard ran along the
gallery. Dave Henderson edged ST.
lently close up to the door of his cell
again. He couldn't see very much
only a CLEAN of light from Lomazzi's
cell that fell on the iron plates Of the
gallery. There was no sound from
within the other cell now.
CONTINUED in Tomorrow's Starr