Evening star., 1921-09-26
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Starr

morning of the crime, he had overheard
, Bookie Skaryan and Dave Henderson
making their arrangement at the race
course to get Tydeman to put up the
money to tide Bookie Skaryan over
tho crisis He. Runty Mott. had then
left at once for San Francisco pu.
the deal up to Badly Vickers ana i
for % Dave Henderson to arrive.
Naturally they had watched thelr
:, proposed prey from the moment Oh
his arrival in the city, intending 10
rob him when the money was IN ms
possession and before he got back TO
the race course that night: but in
stead of Tydeman turning the money
over to Dave Henderson. as they mad
expected, Dave Henderson had COM
pletely upset their plans by stealing
suited in the prisoners attempted
getaway, and the automobile chase
which represented their own eHorts
to intercept him.
now, but the CLEAN was still there
only now it was half mocklng, nali
triumphant, and was -mirrored IN a
grim smile that fiickered across his
To every effort to obtain from MN
a clue as to the whereabouts of the
stolen money. he had remained as
mute and unresponsive as a stone
cajololery. threats. the hint OF iishIer e,
sentence If restitution was made, he
employed a lawyer. The court had
appointed one He had refused to
confer with the lawyer. The lawyer
had entered a perfunctory plea of mot
guilty"
The grim smile deepened. There had
been very good reasons why he had
refused to open his lips at that trial
three Of them. In the first place. ne
No there
was Bookie Sktrvan. who had no
suspicion that he. Dave Henderson,
knew the truth that lay behind Runty
, Motifs story; and in the third place
There was one hundred thousand dol
liars. There was to be no hedging:
And he had not hedged! That was
his creed. Well, 1t had paid. hadn't
it. that creed? The hundred thousand
dollars was almost his nowhere
were only sixty-three days left. He
had bought it with his creed, bought
1t with five years wrung in blood and
sweat from his life, five years that
had turned his soul sick within him.
He had paid the price. Five years of
sunlight he had given for that hun
dred thousand dollars, five years that
had sought to bring the slouch of
slavery and subjugation to his shoul-
ders. cringe into his soul, whlmper
into his voice, and
He was on his feet. his hands
clenched until his knuckles cracked.
And he stood there for a long time
staring at the barred door. and then
and relaxed and laughed in a low, cool
way. But he had won, hadn't he. even
on that score? 1t was not often that
the penitentiary would do for a man
what this devils hole had done for
him! He had entered it crude, un-
polished assistant to a crooked book
maker, his education what he had
acquired before he had run away
from an orphan school at ten; and he
could leave the place now, given the
clothes and the chance, and pass any,
where for a gentleman-thanks in a
very large measure to Charlie Mill
man. Dave Henderson began to pace
slowly up and down his cell. Mill
man had never understood, of course,
just why he had had SO apt a pupil.
He had never explained to Millman
that it had been from the very be-
ginning his plan to rise to the level
of hundred thousand dollars that
was waiting for him when he got out.
Millman knew. of course, what he,
Dave Henderson, was up for: but that
was about all. And Millman had. per-
haps, and very naturally so. attributed
his. Dave Henderson's thirst for polish
and education to the out-cropping of
the inherent good that in him was,
the coming to the surface finally of
his better nature. And so Millman.
up for two years, had proved god
SouU, IOT there HAUL UetH HQSu
progress made along the lines of
higher education until Millman had
come into the prison.
He liked Millman: and somehow
Millman seemed to like him. A gen.
tleman from the tip of his fingers was
Millman-and he took his medicine like
a gentleman. Millman wasn't the
name that was entered on the prison
books-there is was Charlie Reith.
1t was strange that Miilman should
h epiu h hic ha
could never quite understand that, ex-
. cept that it had seemed to come grad
ually as their friendship grew. until
hnally 1t was almost the basis of that
friendship itself. He had come to
trust Millman as he had never trusted
any other man, and he had come to
believe in Millman as the soul of
courtesy and honor. And yet he had
not been quite as open with Millman
,as Millman had been with him; he had
g, and Millman had never asked to see
them; and somehow he liked the man
all the better for that. 1t was not
that he did not trust the other: 1t was
sort of confidence to give to an honest
man-and Millman was honest There
was a queer twist to it all.
Dave Henderson smiled grimly
again. 1t wouldn't be fair to make an
honest man a party to the secret of
would ito make an honest man an
accomplice after the fact? And there
was no doubt of Millman's clean-cut,
courageous honesty. The prison
stripes could not change that!
He knew Millman's story: A nasty
bit of work on the Barbary coast. and
viciously clever. Millman, a stranger
in the city. and en- route for long
trip through the south seas, had been
inveigled by wornan's specious plea
for help into a notorious resort on the
night in which much-wanted mem
it to give the police the slip-and
Millman had unsuspectingly made
himself the vehicle of the others es-
cape.
The details were sordid: the wom-
ans story pittifully impressive. and
Millman's chivalry had led him. in
,nocent of the truth, to deprive the
pIainclothes squad Of the services of
one of their best men for the period
of several months-while one of the
slickest counterfeiters in the United
states, and the woman with him. had
made good their getaway. 1t didn't
look innocent in the eyes Of the po-
=. .years-convicted as Charles Reith-to
save the name of Charles Millman,
and those that belonged to him back In
: New York. He had been found In q
very unsavory place, and no amount
Of explanation could purify those sur
roundings. Millman had never said
SO In SO many words, but he was buy
ing q little woman's peace Of mind
back there in New York with two
years hard labor. And meanwhile he
was supposed to be somewhere on
trading schooner in. the out-of-the-
way isles of the Pacific, or something
like that-maybe 1t was Borneo on
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