Evening star., 1921-10-20
Continued from Yesterdays Star)

CONTINUED from Yesterdays Starr
He had not forgotten Teresa, he had
not tried to; he had even invited
those mental pictures of her. 1t was
like some fragrant and allur1ng
memory that had seemed to cling TO
him, and he had clung to it. Some
day he wanted to see Teresa again.
and she was the only woman toward
whom he had ever felt that way. He
wasn't in love with her, that was
ridiculous, unless he had fallen III
love with her since he had left her!
But of one thing he was distinctly
conscious, and that was that her at
titude on that last night. when she
had let him GO in SO strange a way.
still plagued and tormented him. II
was as though she had slammed the
door of her presence in his face, ana
he wanted to see her again-some
Queer fancies crept into his brain.
The old Italian said he was gettins
better. Perhaps NicolO Capriano
would like Australia. or south
America-or perhaps Europe!
Dave Henderson shrugged ms ;iad sn4in
Ironically at himself, as he reacnea
and entered the station. II was
Nicolo Capriano alone. OF course oa
whom he was thinking ~bue,He ~.
shrugged his shoulders agaih-s M
immediate business now was 10 se'
to this Dago George!
He secured his dress-suit case .rEni
the parcel-room. deposited the PACK,
age OF banknotes in the dress-sui.
case, and sought taxi. mat We"
the easiest and most convenient "us .:,
of reaching Dago Georges. ne u,u
not know either in what direerom ohow.
how for he had to go. and sohenuSS'
both physically and mentally ne SUI Suu
denly. and for the first time, reailzeo
that he was tired. ~. Oh.
"Chatham square" he told the
starter, as he climbed into 1he .aA,'
and then. as the car movea @ i1 10 the
rhanfreur: 'There's fellow calleo
I.tgo George who keeps a place rignt
near there" he said. Il don't kno" eA-
actly where it is; but guess you can
find IL. can't YOU: x,-t,v
..Sure!' said the chauneur hea.,
with an extra UP III s's"''
have Henderson settled himself
comfortably back on the seat ana re.
laxed. The strain OF the Gays slhes
he had left San Francisco. the s.ran ars
of the days since the prison. oov.
had opened and let him free. the
strain of the five years behind those
pitiless walls Of stone and those oars
Of steel were gone now. The money
was his. in his sole possession. mere ~
the dress suit case at his teet.
was the end of the bitter strussie
II was finished He could let go now
and relax luxurtously. -Aho' oeS'
he was tired.
He refused to think of Millman, pc
cause 1t irritated him. He refused "
think of anything now, because nln
brain was like some weary tnlns;
which. with a sigh S OF rsiieI. r. sidI idleness.
His future, Nicolo Capriano, Teresa
ali these could wait until tomorrow,
until O nights sleep. the nrst ne
would have known Tor many nights
that was not haunted by d1stractihs
doubts and problems. should bring
him fresh to the consideration of his
new plans.
He lighted a cigarette and smoked.
and watched the passing crowas ano
traffic through the window. He mao
only to present his letter 10 ;asst nas
George. and turn in for the nlgn.,
with the feeling, also for the nrs'
time in many nights. Of absolute Sc
curity.
out of the window. The loeaiitaes
to Improve. He smiled a little. He
knew nothing about New York. but
this was about what he had expected.
Dago George was not likely eithef
to reside or conduct his business IN
a very exclusive neighborhood!
Finally the taxi stopped, but only
to permit the chauffeur to ask direc-
tions from a passer-by on the SIDE
walk. They went on again ihen.
turned a corner, and a moment later
drew up at the curb.
"I guess this Is the place all right,
announced the chauffeur.
a glance confirmed the chauffeur's
statement. Across the somewhat
dingy window of barroom. as ne
looked out, Dave Henderson read In
large. white, painted letters the
THE IRON TAVERN
Georges vardi. Prop.
That was Dago Georges name, he
remembered Nicolo Capriano had tola
him-Georges yardi: He ,ang aiighseai ed
stood for an instant on the side
walk surveying the place.
1t was a small and old three-story
frame building. The barroom. to
which there was a separate entrance.
bordered on lane at his right. while.
door, wide open. gave on a marrow
hall-and this. in turn. as he could see
through the end window at his left, gave
access to the restaurant, sucn as IL
was. for at several small tables here
the occupants were engaged In max
a
a light or two in the second story
windows. the third story was In COM
plete darkness.
It was certainly not overprepos-
sessing, and he shrugged his shoul.
ders. half in a sort of philosophical
accepted whether or no, and half In a
sort of acquiescent completeness. 1t
was the sort of a place he wanted
for the present anyhow!
Dave Henderson chose the restau-
rant entrance. An Italian waiter, in
soiled and spotted apron, was pass
ing along the hall. Dave Henderson
hailed the man.
"I want to see Dago George" ne
said.
The waiter nodded.
"I tell-a da boss" he said.
Again Dave Henderson surveyed
the place-what he could see Of the
interior now. 1t had evidently been,
in past ages, an ordinary dwelling
house. The stairs. set back little
from the entrance, came down at his
right, and at the foot of these there
was doorway into the barroom.
At his left was the restaurant which
he had already seen through the win
dow. Facing him was the narrow
hall, quite long. which ended In
closed door that boasted a fanlight:
also there appeared to be some other
means of egress under
the stairs from the hall, an entrance
to the kitchen perhaps. which might
be in the cellar, for the waiter had
disappeared in that direction.
The door with the fanlight at the
rear of the hall opened now. and a
tall, angular man, thin-faced and
swarthy, thrust out his head. His
glance fell upon Dave Henderson.
I'm Dago George-you want to see
me?" His voice, with scarcely q trace
Ak CyHa q
hotel keepers voice of diplomacy,
tnntot,yo1v uracio,Is DendinH the