Evening star., 1921-10-08
FROM NOW ON
BY FRANK L. PACKARD. a
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by Public Ledger
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BY FRANK L. PACKARD.
Copyright. 1871, by Public Ledger %.
Copyright, 1891. by 3. II. Davis Corp.

, son. "Go at once! My daughter WI
take you to Emmanuel"
Dave Henderson caught the others
hand.
"Yes, but look here" he said. sud
den huskiness in his voice. Il
'sYou want to thank me-eh?' said
| the old bomb king, shaking his hea1;
We'll. my young friend, there VIII
| me again-eh? Yes. When old Nicoic
sends for you you will come. Until
| then-you will remember! Do not
! move from your room! Now. 60!
Teresa spoke from the doorway.
"Yes. hurry. please" she said quietly.
ago, but" She shrugged her shoul-
ders, significantly.
Dave Henderson, with a final nod to
the propped-up figure in the bed.
turned and followed Teresa along the
passage and out into the porch. Here
| again into the lane. but in a minute
more she called out to him In whis-
per to join her.
They passed out of the lane and
into the cross street A little ahead
of them Dave Henderson could see a
curb.
She stopped suddenly.
Emmanuel has seen me-" she said.
That is all that is necessary to iden-
tify you" She held out her hand.
IL hope you will get out of your
III do" said Dave Henderson. fer
vently. I'll have you and your father
| to thank for it."
She shook her head.
NO." she said. you will have to
I thank Tony Lomazzi."
He wanted to say something to de-
tain her there for a moment or two
! longer, even under those most In
auspicious of circumstances-but hve
years Of prison had not mad. him glib
of tongue. or quick OF speech. She
| was very pretty-but it was not her
prettiness alone that made her appeal.
There was something Of winsomeness
about the little. graceful little figure.
and something to admire in the quiet
self f-reliance. and the cool composure
with which. for instance. she had just
accepted the danger of possible. and
decidedly unpleasant, interference by
the police in the lane.
But 1 can't thank Tony Lomazzi.
! since he is dead" he blurted out-and
the next instant cursed himself for
a raw-tongued. blundering fool. In
the rays of the street lamp little
way of he saw her face go deathly
white. Her hand that was in his
closed with quick involuntary
clutch and fell away-and there came
a little moan Of pain.
'DedQ. SnG Sdlu. 1Ohy-uSdO.
And then she seemed to draw her
little form erect-and smiled-but the
great dark eyes yere wet and full OF
tears t. Her voice broke. Good
nightw she said. hurriedly-and turn
ed abruptly away.
He watched her, gnawing viciously
at his lip. cursing at himself again for
a blundering fool, until she disap-
peared in the lane; and then he, too,
turned an walked to the waiting car.
A man in the drivers seat reached
out and opened the door Of the tom
neau.
me Emmanuel" he said, compla-
Gently, in broken English. you no
give-a damn for da police any more.
gotta da room where you hide-safe.
See? Over da restaurant. You eat,
you sleep, you give-a da cops da
| laugh"
Dave Henderson stepped into the
| car His mind was in a chaotic whfrl:
A thousand diverse things seemed
struggling for supremacy-the police
and Runty Mott-Millman-Cap
the queer, sick Capriano-the girl, the
girl with the wondrous face. who
cried because Tony LomazZi was dead
| "a thousand things impingtng In
lightning flashes that made vortex
of his brain. They found expression
in a sort Of debonair facetiousness:
Some boy. Emmanuel" he said
and flung himself down on the seat.
Go to it!''
(Continued in Tomorrow's Star.)