Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-13
From NOwOn
By FRANK l.. PACKARD
(AUTHOR or "THE MIRACLE MAN")
COPYRIGHT. f92s. bv Public Ledger Company

rooms above for private dining pnrtie
bring the money much faster. | an
desolated TO turn you away: but sine
have no rooms. ! have no rooms, ch
So what can l do?"
Dave Henderson studied the other I
face complaccntly. The man was no
rs old as Nicolo Capriano; the man
hair was still black and shone with oil
and IN features he was not NicOlc
Capriano at all; but somehow it wa,
Nicolo Capriano, only In another In
carnation perhaps. lie nodded hi
head. lie was not sorry to learn that
the Iron Tavern was ultra exclusive.
i've come long way--from n friend
Of yours. Perhaps that may make some
! difference?"
"A friend?" Dago George was dis
creetly interested.
"Nlcolo Capriano," said Dave Hen.
derson.
Dago George leaned suddenly for
ward. staring into DaveS Henderson IS
eyes.
WHAT he exclaimed. "What is
that you say? Nicolo Capriano." lie
caught up the dress suit case from the
floor, and caught Dave Henderson S
arm, and pulled him forward into the
room, and closed the door behind them.
You came from Nicolo Capriano.
you say? All, yes, my friend, that is
different; that Is very different. There
may still be some rooms here, ch? lla,
ha Yes. yes!"
You may possibly already have
heard something from him about me, -
said Dave Henderson. 'Barty Lynch
Is the name
Dago George shook his head.
Not a word. 1t is long, very long,
, since I have heard from Nicolo Ca
priano. But I do not forget him-no
one forgets Nicolo Capriano. And you
have come from Nicolo, ch? You have
some message thcn--eh. my friend?"
Dave Henderson extended the old
bomb kings letter.
Dngo George motioned to chair,
as he ripped the envelope open.
You will excuse. while l read tt
yes?' he murmured. already engrossed
in its contents.
Dave Henderson, from the proffcred
chair, looked around the room. 1t was
blatantly combination of sleeping
room and Office. In one corner was n
bed: against the wall facing the door
there was Il safe; and an old roll top
desk flanked the safe on the other side
Of the only window that the room pos
sessed. His eyes, from their cursory
survey of his surroundings, reverted TO
Dago George. The man had folded
up the letter. and was stretching out
his hands effusiyely.
"Ah. 1t is good :" Dago George cjacu-
lated. Yes, yes. Anything-any-
thing that i can do for you is already
as good as done. ! say that from my
prf I
And you come from the old master?
Well. that is enough. \ room! You
NAV be sure there is room. And
nOw-eh--you have not perhaps dned
yet? Ind what else is there? 1t is
long, very long. since / have heard
from the old master"
Dave Henderson laughed.
There is nothing clsc-and not even
that" he said. There was n dining.
car on the train tonight There's not
a thing. except to show lue my room and
let me turn in"
But, yes" exclaimed Dago George.
YES. that. of course. But wait
The o.d master IT is long since have
heard from him. lie says great things
of you; and so you, too, are a friend
an occasion, this meeting. We will
celebrate It. a little bottle of wine.
chy \ little bottle or wine"
Dave Henderson shook his head.
NO. he said. and smiled. AS
matter of fact. m rather all in; and.
If you don't mind, I'll hit the hay to-
night prOnto."
Dago George raised his hands pro-
teStingly.
but what would Nicolo Caprlano
say to me for such hospitality MS that :"
he cried. so IL not n bottle. then at
least little glass, Ell: You will not
refused We will drink his hcalth-the
health Of Nicolo Capriano, En- Wait I.
Wait ~ And lie rushed pcIlmel from
the room. as though his life depended
upon his errnnd.
Dave Henderson laughed again. The
man with his volubility aud ClTervcs-
CcnCe amused him.
Dago George was back in n few
minutes with II tray and two glasses
Of wine. lie offered one of the glasses
with an elaborate bow to Dave Hen.
dcrson
1T is the h""t in my poor house, ="
he said. and held the other glass aloFt
10 the light. ITO Nico,o Cuprano :,
To the old master, To tho master Of
them all :" he cricd-anI drank rolling
his wine on his tongue like con-
nOIsseur.
Dave Henderson drained his glass.
ITO Nlcolo Capriano." be crhocI
heartily.
Good" said Dago George brightly.
"One more little glass? No; You are
sureT Well, you have said that you