Evening star., 1921-09-30
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Star.)

His mind went back to Millman,
working in queer, disconnected
snatches of thought. He was going
was going out tomorrow. 1t
had always been relief to talk to
Millman. :. He had never told
Millman where, the money was. of
course. but Mi1lman knew what he.
Dave Henderson, was lin" for: =.
The library hour wasn't far off. and 1t
would help to talk to Millman now.
|. Only Millman was going out
tomorrow-and he was to bid Mill
man good-by.
This seemed somehow the crowning
jeer of mockery that fate was fling
ing at him-that tomorrow even Mill
man would be gone. 1t seemed to bring
q snarl into his soul, the snarl as OF
some gaunt, starving beast at bay, the
snarl OF desperation flung out in bit
ter reckless defiance. d..
He put his hands to his face, and
beneath them his jaws clamped and
locked. They would never beat him.
he would go under first. but-but---
Time passed. The routine of the
prison life went on like the turning OF
some great, ponderous wheel that
| moved very slowly, but at the same
time with sort of smooth. oiled i'm
| mutabiljty. 1t seemed that way to
of no definite details that marked or
| occupied the passage Of time. The
| library hour had come. He was on
his way to the library now-with per-
| mission to get a book. He did not
| want a book. He was going to see
want to see Millman-to say good
by.
| Mind. body and soul were sick-sick
with the struggle of the afternoon,
| sick with the ceaseless mental tor
ment that made his temples throb and
brought excruciating pain. and with
| the pain brought almost physical
nausea: sick with the realization that
his recompense for the five years of
freedom he had sacrificed was only
| wreckage. ruin and disaster.
! He entered the little room. A guard
| lounged negligently against the wall.
One Of the two convict librarians was
| already busy with another convict
| but it wasn't Millman who was busy.
He met Millman's cool, steady. gray
eyes, read a sudden, startled some
| thing in them, and moved down to the
end of the sort of wooden counter
| away from the guard-and handed in
his book to be exchanged.
Whats the matter, Dave?" Mill
man. across the counter, back half
turned to the guard, spoke in low,
hurried voice. as he pretended to ex-
anime the book. Il never saw you
look like this before. Are you sick?"
Yes said Dave Henderson. be-
tween his teeth. .'Sick-as hell! I'm
up against it, Charlie, And / guess
it's all over except for one last little
fight"
What book do you want?" said
Millman's voice coolly; but Millman's
c!ean-cut face. with its strong jaws
Tightening little. and Millman's clear
gray eyes with a touch of steel creeping
into them, said: Go on.
THE police!" Dave Henderson spoke
through the coGner of his mouth with
out motion of his lips. ''Barjan was
here last night. And l got another
tip today The screws are going on
Ito a finish"
You mean they're going to see that
you don't get that money!"
Dave Henderson nodded curtly.
why not give it up. then. Dave.
and start clean sheet?" asked Mill
man softly.
GIVE it up" The red had come
into Dave Henderson's face. there was
a savage tightening of his lips across
his teeth. I'll never give it up. Dye
think I've rotted here five years only
to crawl at the end? BY God! No,
I'll get it-if they get me doing it,"
suddenly. But it's hell. Charlie
hell! He'll to go under like that, just
because there isn't soul on Gods
wide earth l can trust to get it for
me while they're watching me.'
Millman turned away, and walked to
the racks of books at the rear of the
room.
Dave Henderson watched the other
in q numbed sort of way. 1t was a
curious kind Of good-by he was say
ing to Millman. He wasn't quite sure.
for that matter. just what he had
said. He was soul sick. ana body sick.
MilIman was taking a long while over
the selection of a book-and he hadn't
even asked for a book, let alone for
any particular one. What did it mat
ter! He didn't want anything to
him any more! Barjan and Bookie
Skarvan had
Millman was leaning over the