Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-12-21

atmosphere of knavery. meets the big
%Ren Sd Is sent Sf fs sEan HG 10 sE si6o
900 from Martin X; Tydem9n; lie steals
cote cot 'rT"th at The T rear or his boarding Rouse
when he hears voices Of Runty Mott and
aldy vckers' S tmo thugs thug set &c on hi his an Sr%
derson. take the money and make 1t ap.
pear to Tydeman that the messenger has
Dave makes dash for his life. leaps
into his car and there beg ms a chase
with a high powered motor He realizes
ne viii be overtakan and determines on
desperate move.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
TT WOULD not be long now before
J. Tydcman, in view of his, Dave Hen
dcrson'S, non appearance. would be-
come aware of the theft and, granting
that he eluded Badly Nickcrs, the gang
stcr, eager for revenge, would be the
first to curry favor with, the police
Badly Vickcrs had only TO state that
one of his pals saw him, Dave Hendcr-
son, crawling out through Tydcman's s
library window. There was nothing to
II. The game was up---cven if he saved
his life. Thanks to Bookic Skarvan! His
Jaws clamped again, and the knucklcs
Of his hands stood out in white knobs
ms they clenched in sudden passion on
By God, that alone was worth living
for--to settle with Bookie Skarvan.
Like some sinister, OminouS thing.
silently, attracting no attention from the
passers-by, the big gray car maintained
its distance fifty yards behind. That
grim humOr deadly in its cold compos-
ure, was upon Dave Henderson again.
He meant to be taken ny neither Badly
Vickcrs nor by tho police; nor did he
intend that certain package contain
ing one hundred thousand dollars in
cash should fall into tne hands of either
Baldy ViCkers or the police Some day,
even yet, he might find use for that
particular package himself!
Block after block was travCrsed, cor
ner after corner was turned, aS Dave
Henderson threaded his way through the
streets, heading steadily for the out
skirts Of the city, and the road on which
he had already travelled ninety miles
that day. And fifty yards behind came
on that big gray car. They were well
content, no doubt-the occupants of
that car. lie was playing their game for
them. lie was playing lnc fool In tae
city their hands were tied Out in the
country they would be free to DO some
thing more than merely follow silently
behind him Well, that was all quite
truc-pCrhapS. But out in the country,
II he got away from them bc wonij
NOT ot least iump from tnn not ipto tbo
fire and have the nolicc at his herls tLo
'or,. novt inet"nt n,d hosila' a;, ,'V''T omg
was that hundred thousand dollars, Tho
further away he got from Frisco the
more inviolatc became Mrs. Tooler'S
old pigeon cote.
Fifty yards! lie glanced behind him
WeIl fftv Yards woS fftv ynrdc nr,i
he might rs we'll tnkc if now II" woS wI1E
vol in thc outskirts thn housos bocor"-
inc scattered on ono,. rooJ u.o. "hond
and
Ho bent suddenly low ovcr tho whooI
and flung thc throttln wiIc Thc cor
leaned forward like tborouchhroJ an.
swGrinr to tLc snur Thoro yea. n hnr.t
of wells behind-and thcn silcnco .nvo
for tho rush of wind thn creo,, of tbo
swaying, mrchinr rnr. and rho sincimg
throb of the sixty horse mower cnrinn
uncashcd now. in fn,, stride nndcr rho
lash.
A mile, two miIes-tbo sncod wos
terrific. There was no sound from he- |
hind-iust the roar Of his own car in
his ears. The houses were fewer now
It was the open country. Another milo
lie was at his QbSOuTe maximum Of .
speed now. He Straightencd IN sliph,,
and shot quick glance over his shouI- |
der. The big gray car was fifty wards
behind.
A shot rang out-and then a fusil-
lGdc of them. lie was low over thc wheel
again, his jaws set rigidlv. Was il
fifty Yards? He was not sure. ho wos
not sure but that it was lcss-hc was
only sure that it was not moro.
The shots ceased for n moment 4
car, coming in the opposite direction,
hod taken to the extreme edge of the
'o44, hNit INTO the ditch.
Hc hau nash OF woman S face as
iso "c HW'pt Dy-Sf"'t dark Dyes that
t t"iru Tut ol Il dcath-Whltc tncc-a .
peautiiGI lace even i'll Its tcrror-it
""Gn,Gu 9 hlih' mat lace.
a lurlouS' sustaining rackctinS, like
thousand echoes rcvcrbcrating through .
" loCNE' hlSh-W -Wal!"d canyon. StiIlcd the
roaring sweep Of the wind, and the
roaring OF ms car. lie shot through the
nuil street OF town like meteor,
G Gnu auShGu out like madman. y
"os escaped by the traction of an inch,
unu' 'all down, scurricd with Il sharp
yep lor the sidewalk; there was dash
lot horses heads at the curbs; people
it"Nhcd to doorw0yS and windows, peer
iihS OUT; women screamed; mon yelled
hoarNely; fat woman, rCtrcating Wild
~ rs she was about TO cross tho road /