Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-11

ei.ssIy,,es, She is sick OF her fethsrs
sfIginal sSTsser; Ssns up 0as' one p"sc % osorre @
ISnn, rSrn he hos a letter from Nicolo; This
latter contains secret t,,cpasrson cods w'cr when
lntenassu Ills money in Few. York, and
he g''s, s,d W Wcaprfano's daughter, Teresa,
nnash hsr T father TO fit OF anger.
'ns AND HERE IT CONTINUES
,ur black eyes Of the old man were
leaning with an insane light, his
was working in horrible contor-
ions; ~ He was out of the bed
struggling wildly with her.
soM,h sh, XIII myself, will I? / would
IN nnm nnmo,,--you-before ! would let you
III E,S,o with my plans! 1t is the old
i Sieolo again-Nicolo Capriano OF the
yaro yeaaIr' COON seemed to swirl around her
M e,ntching fingers had relaxed. II
ss @ sbe now who struggled and grasped
wa tSe mans body and shoulders-to
IA him M. He was very heavy, toe
.rv uou for her. He seemed to be carry
h.e yor downward with him-until he
"a hack half across the bed. And she
issned over him then, and stared az
M, Tor long time through her hand,
M were tightly held to her face-and
tnrror. a great, binding horror came
nvd fear. a fear that robbed her OF her
ssnses. came, and she staggered back
~srd and stumbled over the chair a'
ma bedside, and clutched at it for sup
port. N,,o,o carr,o,c
IA left his bed for the first time In
8fbree years-to die; Al.
M Her father was dead. mat was the
meme Of the overwhelming horror, and
ths paralyzing fear that obSessed her
main, 1t beat upon her in remorseles.
iwnyes-horror--fear. Time ala @ no.
srist: reality had passed away. She
was In some great, sopndless void
,nrndless, except for that strange ring
~ in her ears. And she put her hands
~ IN her ears to shut out the sound.
prt i nersisted. It became clearer. IL
hetsme n tangible thing. 1t was the
SJiabit seemed to impel her. She went
automatically to tho hall, and, in q
nnmbed sort OF consciousness, went
ts,ons the hall, and opened the door,
snd stared at short, fat man, who
stood there and chewed on the butt ol
scsar that dangled from one corner oi
his mouth.
,iA"My names MacBain," snid Booki'
skaryan glibly. And / want to see
Nlcolo Capriano. Very important
You're his daughter, aren't you?
h She did not answer him. Her brair
Aoundered In that pit of blackness into
which it had been plunged. She was
! sarcely aware Of the mans presence
scarcely aware that she was standing
here in the doorway.
"Say, you lock scared, you do; but
there's nothing to be scared about.
said Bookie Skarvan ingratiatingly. 81
just want to see Nicolo Caprano for 6
few minutes. You go and tell him {
reporter wants to see him about thai
bomb explosion, and I'll give him Q
write.up that'll be worth while"
She drew back little, forcing her.
self to shake her head.
'Aw, say go on now, there's
good girl !" wheedled Bookie Skarvan
1.-THE paper sent me here, and I've got
to see him. There's nothing for yor
to look SO white about. I'm only a re.
porter. l amt going to hurt him
se?'
Teresa shivered. How cold the nigh
was This man here-what was 1t N
had said? That he wanted to see Nicolc
Capr.ano? Strange that words camt
with such curious difficulty to hel
tongue-aS though, somehow, she hat
been dumb all her life, and was speak
Ing now for the first time.
"Nico,O Capriano Is dead she sale
and closed the door in Bookie Skar'
vans face.