Evening star., 1921-10-21
Continued from Yesterdays Star.)

But what would Nlcolo caprian,
say to me for such hospitality a
thas! th ne cried. so. II not bottle
win not refuse! We will drink hi
health-the health of Nicolo Capri
ano! Eth? Wait! Wait" And h,
rushed pell-meil from the room, a
though his life depended upon hi
Dave Henderson laughed again
The man with his volubility and effer
Fescence amused him.
Daso George was back in a few
minutes with a tray and two glasse:
glasses with an elaborate bow t
Dave Henderson,
1T Is the best in my poor house.
nto,, ne SAID ID ,s and held the other glass
priano! To the old master! 70. the
master of them ALL" he cried-ant
drank. rolling his wine on his tongue
like connoisseur.
Dave Henderson drained his glass
To Nicolo Capriano" he echoed
"Good!" said Dago George brightly
IN one more more @ little glass? No? You
make e you ee@foriablei e coms sseni ALONG .s
with me" He picked up the dress
suit case. opened the door. and led the
way into the hall. He was still talk
ing as he mounted the stairs. There
about, eh? But that will be for tomor-
row. We are perhaps all birds Of q
feather-or Nicolo Capriano perhaps
would not have sent you here? Well.
weli9tomorrow: ,,, my friend. II you care
You come and you go. and you talk.
or you remain silent. as you wish
Is it not so? That is what Nicolo
Capriano writes-and it Is enough"
He paused at the second-story land
hand around the dimly lighted pass
age. Little private dining rooms!
But there is no business tonight An
othet flight. my friend. and perhaps
there"
1t was as the other had said. Par
tialiy opened doors showed the three
or four small rooms that opened off
roema aa boxs to be nIesrsop t,sa up as sning
comment. as he followed the other up
the next flight of stairs. He was
tired. He had been telling himself
lazily SO from the moment he had
iaware Of it now. 1t was the reiaxa-
:tion. Of course-but he had become
'of a sudden Internally sleepy.
Dago George unlocked door at the
head of the third floor landing. en-
on the floor. and turned on the light.
He handed the key Of the room to
Dave Henderson
TT is plain. it is not rich," he said
and you will be quiet here. my friend.
word for that"
TT looks good to me. all right"
said Dave Henderson, and stined q
yawn II certainly owe you my best
Dago George shrugged his shoul-
ders In expostuiation.
But 1t is nothing!" he protested.
pranSs 1o you Ws T1t come ,ps, from !. MisSo Ca
You yawn! No. no: do not try to
/ falkland you would rest But, one
thing. my friend. before I go. It is
signature well-but 1t is written by a |
woman, 10 IT not? How Is that? am |
curious. But perhaps you do not !
Yes" Dave Henderson answered.
and yawned frankly this time. and
smiled by way Of apology. "It was
his daughter who wrote 1t. Nicolo !
Capriano is sick"
."Sick!" repeated Dago George. "I /
I have heard from him-yes? He is |
not very sick. perhaps?"
don't know" replied Dave Hem
derson sleepily. Hes been laid up
"aodamr calculated the Italian.
'Ts that so? But we |
viii talk tomorrow. Goodnight. my |
friend! Good-night-and sleep we'll" |
Goodnight" responded Dave Hen
door as paso GeoSse sae' VENT ns
out. ana. sitting down on the edge
Of the bed. looked at his watch. It
T ri earessh .,reteh % out ton for ten m,nu..,
before turn in." said Dave Hender-
son to htmself-but at the end of
ten minutes Dave Henderson was.
In the hallway Of the Iron Tavern.
as DaEo George descended the stairs
from Dave Henderson's room q slim
little figure in black. heavily yelled.
stood waiting. Beside her. the greasy
waiter. who had previously conveyed
,, lave henderson.s message to the
wiped his hands on his spotted apron,
stairs.
Data da boss" he announced.
posted two valises in the hall and
had retired. Outside. as the taxi
moved away. another taxi. q short,
but discreet. distance up the block,
started suddenly out from the curb,
as Its fare, a fat man who chewed
pudgy fingers into his vest pocket,
and handed his chauffeur an address.
Baggage and all-that's good
enough" said the fat man to himself;
and. and TO- the chauffeur: Beat it-and
The waiter retired from the hall
Dago Georges face at sight Of the
valises was hidden by an insratiat-
ing smile as he hurried forward.
Madam:m he inquired. you desire
The little figure in black nodded
her head.
"Yes-in private" she answered
"Ah" Dago George bowed pro.
loundly. But, yes-certainly! This
way, then, II you please, madam"
He led the way into the rear room,
Ind closed the door.
The little figure in black raised her
veil. /
do you not know me:" she asked.
Dago George stared for a long
minute into her face. He shook his
II am desolated~ he murmured
TT is my memory
hat is unbelievably stupid. madam"
Il am Teresa capriano." she said.
tared again Into her face. and sud
lenly into his own there came the
light OF recognition.
"You-the so-little Teresa - the
title bambino" he cried. "But, yes
yes. 1t Is true!" He caught both
sr hands an and began to pat them
begin to see again the little girl @ OF
he 0o.many years, agot An mn.