Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-21
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seemed--God, II she would only move,
IL she would not lie 30 stlii, 80
terribly still In his arms!
Another step-another- then his
foot. searching out, found only space
beneath II. He must free one arm now,
go that he could cling to the bottom
tread and lower himself to the ground.
II was only q short drop. he knew, tor
the lower section Of the FIRE escape was
one Of those that swung on hinges, and
when. previously. coming up. Teresa
had held it down for him. be had oeen
able 10 reach It readily with spring
from the ground. But he dared not
jump even that short distance now "'tn
Teresa rounded, In his arms.
He changed her position now to throw
her weight into the hollow OF MS iett
arm, Lifting her head so that ~ iey
high upon his shoulder--snd with tne
movement .r hair brushed his ups; II
brought a sudden, choking SOD from
Dave Henderson, ana in great,
yearnin: impulse be let his heed s,nk
down nntii bis cheek FOR an instant was
laid against ncrs-. and then. the mus
clos Of his right arm Straining until tney
era ched, he lowered himself down ana
dropped TO the ground.
lie ran now, lurchng, across the
ward. and ont into the lane. and here he
naussi sgain 10 listen. But lie heard
nothing lie was clear Of that cursed
tra phouss now---u he could only keep
clssr! He ran on again, stumbling
again, With his burden. And now
though he did not pause to listen any
more. +. seened as though his throoo!ng
esrdrums caoGht che sounds at last that
they had bean straiDlng 70 near. W ASH
that tre police behind there now-on
The street in front Of The Iron Tavern?
II sou udcd like it--like the arrival OF
police patrol.
lie rcached the shed where he had
hidden the vaiises. entered, and laid
Teresa tendcry on the floor. Hc used
his hashilght then-and a low moan
came from his lips. The bullet had cut
across the sde of her neck just above
the shoulder: the wound was bleeding
profusely. and over the package OF
banknotes. around which her arms were
still tightly clasped. there had spread a
crimson stain. He drew her arms gen
tly apart. laid the package on the floor.
and then. wrencbing one OF the valises
open, snatched at the first article OF
linen that came to hand.
His lips trembled, as he did his best
to stnnch the flow Of blood and bind
the bound.
Teresa ! Teresa Dave Henderson
whispered.
Her eyes opencd-and smiled
She made an effort TO speak. He bent
his head to catch the words.
''Dave-where-whe are we? Still
in the housey'
mo-" he told her feverishly. mo
We're clear Of that. We're in the shed
here in the lane where I took the va
lises."
She made slight affirmative move.
ment Of her head.
Then goo at consolidation
hel-I--"
Her eyes had closed again.
Yes he said. His voice was chok
ing. He called her name. Teresa :,
There was no answer. She had lapsed
the soul OF him spoke it's agony. "Oh,
my God. Teresa :" he cried brokenly
and swayed to his feet.
! An instant he stood there. then
stopped, picked up the package of bank
notes. thrust it into the open valise
closed the valise, carried it into a dar
corner OF the shed, and went to the door
! He looked out. Inerc was no one ir
:
interest would the police have in thi,
section of the lane? There was moth
ing to connect II with The Iron Tavern
He stepped outside, and broke into O
run down the lane. heading for the in :
tersecting street in the opposite direction
! from The Iron Tavern. He must get
help! A queer. mirthless laugh was oil
| his lips. A wounded woman in the lane
! was the connecting link with The Iron
Tavern. And yet he must get help
Well, there was only one source from
which he dared ask help-only one
Millman.
He ran on. Millman. Something
within him rebelled at that. But Teresa
was perhaps-was-- No. he would
not let his mind even frame the word
Only one thing was paramount now
she must have help az once. Very well he
knew, he could trust MiIlman! Only
there seemed some strange irony here
that chastened him. And yet Yes
this was strange, too. Suddenly he be-
came strangely content that it should be
Millnan.
He reached the street. and looked III
and down. 1t was four O'Clock in the
morning. and the street was dark and
deserted except for a single lighted win
dow that shone out halfway down the
block. Hc ran toward il. It nroved IA
be an all-n!ght restaurant. and no en-
, tered it. and asked for the tclephone
and shut himself up in the booth.
A moment more and he had the ST.
Iucian Hotel on the wire.
Give me Mr.. Millman-Mr. Charlie
Millman." he requested hurriedly.
The hotel operator answered him. I
was impossible. A guest could not h.
disturbed at that hour. 1t was agains
the rules, and
Dave Henderson was plendin
honrsely into the phone.
"Give me Mi1lman, Let me speaI
to him It's life and death 80
II can't" The operators voice
girls, was hcsitant, loss assured.
For heavens sake, give me MIlma,
there's life at stake Dave Hen
dcrson cried rrantically. Quick"
wait" she said.
II seemed time intermInabe. an
then a drowsy voice called:
Hello! What's wanted
lis that you. Millman%" Dave Hen
dCrson asked wildly. "Milman, is tha
you?"
Yes" the voice answered.
Its Dave speaking. Daye-do yo
understand? there's some one bad
hurt can't tell you any more owe
the phone; but, in Heavens uams. re
doctor that you can trust, aE6 come,
''Ill come Dave - aait Htllb,p,