Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-09
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rcoLo CAPRIANo motioncd his
N daughter abruptly to small table
,he opposite side of the bed. >.
%.,Tcresa ,T will write the letter, and
i, I, in Italian" be said, as she
M,sd herself at the table. ~ do not
~.Ite as easily as j used TO-. They say
VA Nicolo Is sick man. We'll, maybe
~, ~, is so, but old Nicolo's brain Is not
~ l.I and old Nicolo's fingers can at
t still sign his name--and that Is
laugh. Ha, ha, It is good to be alive
.,,ir Well''--he waved his hand
lain toward his daughtcr--"are you
r,sdy. my little one!'
IVES. father" she answered.
"To Dago George. them he said.
,Tirst--my affectionste SITUATIONS
Her pcn scratched rapidly over the
c,nsr. She looked up.
aYes, father"
Nicolo Capriano's fingers plucked at
the coyerlct.
bter--ah! Yes" He turned with
vhlmsical smile to Dave Henderson.
"You must have q name, eh, my young
i,iepd--slncc Dave Henderson Is dead!
We shall not tell Dago George every
thiug. Fools alone tell all they know !!
what shall IL bc?'
Dave Henderson shrugged his shoul-
Anything" he said. "It doesn't
matter. One is as good as another.
Make Il Barty Lynch
"Yes, that will do. Good" Nicolo
| Cspriano gestured with his hand in his
daushter's direction again. You will
saw that the bearer Of this letter is
Bsrty Lynch, and that he is to be
treated as though he were Nicolo Ca
prano himself. You understand. my
little one? Anything that he asks Is his
and 7, Nicolo Capriano, will be re-
sponSiblc Tell him, my little one. that
| Il is Nlcolo Capriano's order.-.and that
! yicolo Capriano has yet to be dis
obeyed. And particu larly you will say
that it our young friend here requires
any help by those who know how TO
| DO what they are told and ask no ques-
tons, the men are to be supplied. You
understand, Teresa?"
She did not look up this time.
"Yes, father"
Write It, them" he said. "And see
that Dago George Is left with no doubt
in his mind that he Is at the command
| OF our young trlcnu mere.
TercSa's pen scratched rapidly again
aCross the paper.
Nicolo Capriano was at his inter-
minablo occupation Of pluckipg at the
counterpanc.
Dave Henderson pushed his hand
through his hair in curiously ab.
stracted sort of way. There seemed to
h something strangely and suddenly
unreal about all this--about this man,
with his cunning brain, who lay here in
this queer four poster bed about that
trim little figure, who bent over the
table there, and whose profile only now
vas in view, the profile Of sweet,
womanly face that somehow now seemed
10 be very earnest, for he could see the
redection Of puckered brow in the lit
tie nest OF wrinkles at the corner Of her
No, there wasn't anything unreal
socut her. She was very real.
lie remembered her rs she had stood
at night on the threshold there. and
when In the lighted doorway he had seen
ts for the first time. He would never
forget that-nor the Suilc that had fol-
owed the glorious flood Of color in her
coecks' and that had lighted up her eyes
Wv '"'' ndu loiSlNCH nlHl TOT MS un
conscious rudcncsS.
mat wasn't what was unreal All
Inat would remain living and vibrant,
picture that would endure, and that
he years would not dim. 1t was un-
zeal that In the space Of a few minutes
eVerything nero would have vanished
loieyer out Of his existcnce-this room
vth Its vague foreign air; this four
poster bed with its strange occupant,
snose mental activity seemed to thrive
% his physical weakness; that slim
nsf hgure there bending over the table,
whose masses of silkcn hair seemed to
IVY and cluster in u sort of proudly
'atlmatc affection about the arched,
Mapeiy. neck, whose shoulders were
nodded in soft yielding lines that some
aow invited the lingering touch Of
'and' II one but had the right.
ms hand pushed its way again
iatoggh his hair, and fumbled a little
epleSsly across his eyes. And, too,
was more than that that was unreal
multitude of things seemed unreal
years in the pcnitcntiary during
Nalch he had rackcd his brain for o
ssans OF cluding the police, rackcd 1t
Gllll II had become physical agony TO
.anK, were now dispcllcd by this man