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RED AND HIS GUN.
Synopsis. Vaguely conscious of a
double personality, but without any
i'lua of iu meaning, the girl 1-eo-nora
makes her accustomed way
into the Street of Strange Kaees
in the underworld of ;' New York.
Mario joins lier. Greatly in love
and seeing the fine qualities which
the girl really possesses, Mario
seeks to turn her from the path
of inevitable destruction. She prom
ises to marry him. At Histori's
cafe, gathering place of criminals,
Leonora meets her partner, "lied"
Curnelian, and his associates, and
is accused of betraying a fellow
criminal to the police. Police crash
Into the room and two are killed
b Carnehan. Leonora and the rest
escape. In her studio, Prisclila
Maine, wealthy artist,' awakes from
triiubled sleep With a distinct feel
ing of having her life linked with
Leonora's. Prisclila has painted a
picture of herself In fancy dress
a gipsy which has a strange effect
on her. Unnerved, and fearful that
her mind is affeected, Prisclila calls
to her aid a dear friend, Dr. Philip
Posdlck, who Is in love with her.
lie Is stunned to find that her
dream story of the police fight is
' confirmed by the newspapers. Pris
clila tells him about the mystery
of her mother, who died when she
was born, lie sees the effect of
the painting and pronounces it a
case of auto-hypnosis. Prisclila
makes hlni promise not to go to
the police and he begins Investi
gating It for himself. The person
alities of Prisclila. and Leonora be
come more closely Identified, lied
sends word to Iyonora to come to
him in hiding. Treacherous Inez,
In love with Red, volunteers as
guide and takes her to Mario. She
promises to marry him but changes
her mind when he decides to set
the police on lied.
VII.
SURRENDER
-Continued.
10
"You are overwrought." Mario
lrow up n-chair and sat flown. "For
days you have been living at high nerv
ous tension, never knowing what fa
tality the next hour might bring forth.
Tonight, against your wish and judg
ment, you came out to meet n man
you fear and loathe; braving the
peril of arrest as well as the linitall
ty of this storm. Your clothing Is
wet through, you are shivering. You
suffered a shock at meeting me by
chance. Then we quarreled . . ."
lie lifted her hands to his lips, one after
the other. "The sum of such physical,
nervous and emotional stress was too
much, Leonora; you fainled without
a sign of warning. I caught you bare
ly In time."
"I suppose I must've, if you say so,
Marl But I don't understand.
I remember our rowing "
"Think of that no more," Mario
pleaded and, at the same time, In
sisted. "You and I must never quar
rel. There can he no excuse for mis
understanding when our hearts are
one." She nodded meekly. "Tell me
one thing only," he pursued. Her
eyes promised. "Who Is Philip?"
"Philip?" Her look was completely
Wank. "I don't know any Philip . . ."
"You are sure?" Intent search of
her face satisfied him. "Strange! In
your faint you spoke that name, as
if you were talking In your sleep;
you Siiid distinctly: 'Yes, Philip ;' and
jigain: 'No, Philip ... I am safe
with Mario, now.' "
"I don't know." She drew a hand
over perplexed brows. "And yet . . .
It's funny . . . like an echo, what you
ay I said."
"No matter." With decision the
Spaniard dismissed the puzzle, took
her hands in a firm grasp and held
lier pyi.x with a gaze earnest and
commanding. "For the present forget
nil thai, forget everything but that
we. are. united now and forever. Noth
ing nothing, Leonora can come be
tween us now. We cannot permit It,
we will nut. Love such as ours Is not
to be -denied or paltered with upon
nay conceivable consideration. As I
am wholly yours, so you must hence
forth be mine; find to us all the rest
must be 'such stuff ns dreams are
made of.' You understand that, Leo
nora? I have your promise?"
Never since childhood had she so sur
rendered to domination. liut now , . .
Site knew a strange, dear joy In sub
mitting. She bowed her head, then
lifted it to show hlni adoring eyes.
"Yes, Mario . . ."
"So that Is settled!"
Mario got up and strode Into the
bathroom. Water began, to gush loud
ly Into the tub. lie brought back ii
light, wann robe of fleecy stuff.
"You are cold and wet; n hot bath
will make you another woman. Then
put this on. Meanwhile, I will find
dry clothing for you, and a cab. To
night you sleep uptown: the best and
quietest hotel in 1he city will be the
safest. In the morning I will cull
. for you; we will go to get the license
' for 'our marriage. liy noon you will
be my wife. Hy nightfall we will be
( fa t; from New York."
They kissed. Mario lifted her to
Iter feet.
"The 'door latches of Itself. If any
one knocks, priy no nttenllon. I shall
be back In n few minutes, and have
' my key." ! -. ' :',' ' . ''
, 1 a staring daze, 'utterly nn un
thinking puppet of love nhd gratitude,
he. saw him go. The sense of his
OR
personality lingered, precious and com
pelling: she did not feel alone.
She moved slowly toward the bath
room, unconscious fingers loosening
her sodden blouse. Finding the tub
nearly full, she sliut off the taps. Only
with the silence that followed did ap
preciation of her solitude come home.
Till then. In her wonder and delight,
she had accepted without question the
easy explanation that Inez had lost :
her way upon the roofs and brought
her to the wrong house.
Even so: lied must be hidden some
where In the same block of tenements.
Suppose he were to learn where she
was now . . . Suppose Inez had not
blundered, but deliberately and with
malicious intent had led her to Mario,
then had gone to tell Red , . .
Intuition linked the poles of fact
and surmise, completing the circuit of
conviction. Instantaneously Leonora
perceived with hideous clearness that
Inez had planned this In revenge for
the long series of defeats she had suf
fered In their rivalry, something for
which Inez alone had been In the first
instance responsible. It was Inez who
had made Charlie hit the pipe too
often, thus clearing the way for this
supreme trick of treachery. This made
It plain why Inez had not followed
to the door to Mario's fiat, but had
climbed back to the roof and shut the
trapdoor. Now Leonora no longer
guessed; she knew Inez had gone
straightway to tell Ked that Leonora,
refusing to answer his call, had taken
refuge with Mario Instead.
P.eyond shadow of reasonable doubt,
Red was even now on his way to make
good his threats.
What if he were lurking in the hall
ways of the house, or In the dark of
the street outside the door? And Ma
rio going unsuspiciously to his
death . . .
Perhaps it was not yet too late to
scream a warning down the stairs . . .
Madly Leonora ran to the door, tore
with trembling fingers at the latch
and threw it open to find Red stand
ing on the threshold, a shape of grim-
"Where's That D n Wop?"
niest menace, his slender, feline body
poised alertly, an automatic pistol in
the hand at his right hip, an evil snarl
twisting his cruel lips, murder in eyes
whose glance shot directly past the
girl to the room beyond. '
ISefore she could lift a hand tie
man darted In, caught her arm and
sent her reeling to the middle of the
room and kicked the door to behind
hlni.
She staggered against the table and
caught hold of it to save herself a
fall. Carnehan was at her side before
any sound could issue from lips which
his hard palm sealed brutally. His
pistol nuzzled her bossom
"One peep out of yon !" lie rasped.
Cunning eyes raked the roiom suspl
clously. "Where's that d n
wop?"
VIII. CARNEHArf
She tried to speak, hut a dry mouth
and a constricted throat refused their
ofllce. She could only shake her head,
In dumb fright with piteous eyes.
With a grunt of Impatience the
gangster released her, flung across the
room' In two cat-like bounds, stopping
to peer In through the doors' to bed
chamber and bathroom and satisfy
himself that Mario was skulking In
neither.
He came hack at a slow prowl, with
staring menace In his eyes and n
mirthless grin. "Where Is he?" .He
seized her arm In a grasp Intentionally
savage. "Whyn't you answer me?"
Pain unsealed pale lips on which
her whisper rustled: "I don't lnof "
"That's a lie!" ,
Her wrist suffered a more violent,
wrench! She cried out In protest:
"Please, Red ! I don't knovv hones'
I don't , know where, he's , gdne. lie
went out Just a minute ago t" j
, "What for?" , j ' ' ,
"He he ftnifl he'd get me some dry,
things to put on; Mine's all toaked."
By
LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
Author of
"The False Faces," "The Lone
Wolf," Etc.
Illustrated by IRWIN MYERS
Copyright 1920 by the Author.
"Well" a grimace made the man's
face terrible "then he'll be back be
fore long. I'll wait thanks I"
"For God's sake, Red!"
"Ah, shut your trap !" He cast her
arm free violently' and stood back.
"So you thought you could gyp Red
Carnehan and get away with It! You
little fool!"
She attempted no reply. The first
spasm of consternation passing, the
faculty of concentrated thought re
turned. She entertained not the faint
est hope of escaping her fate nt the
hands of Red Carnehan. Whether she
lived or died, she conceived, didn't
matter. But It was otherwise with
Mario. Htm she must save somehow,
by some heroic exercise of wit and
spirit . . .
Yet In the beginning she cast about
In vain for ruse or wile that might
serve. Alone, defenseless. In the com
pany of a man armed and determined,
murder In heart and mind : a man In
sane with jealousy and hatred, alike
bred of sheer fear, the fear of the as
sassin living moment by moment In
the shadow of arrest: what could she
do against such odds?
She could think of nothing, positive
ly nothing. And yet, she knew, there
must be some way out. If only she
could find it . . .
She knew herself to be clever, far
cleverer than Red as she had once
boasted to his face. Her wits had
yet to fail her, however extreme or
exigent the occasion. Olve her time
to think and she could circumvent
him. Rut now that one essential ele
ment, time, was lacking. Impossible
to guess how soon Mario might return.
And then there was Red's Impatience
to be reckoned with . . .
Her rook of a trapped animal faded ;
in Its stead her face reflected con
centration of thought amounting1 al
most to abstraction. She seemed to'
consider Carneha'n out of a fnthom
less composure, us she might one fac
tor in an engrossing problem in whose
solution she' was Vltallv Interested,
This change In her annoyed the man
Intolerably. Not only was any sem
blance of indifference offensive, but
he had learned to distrust the girl's
moments of thoughtfulness. If .his In
telligence was not of a high order, he
had at least cunning, with acumen
enough to feel and fear the finer met
tle of her mentality. Instinctively he
sought nn outlet for his exasperation
in a burst of lurid bhishpheuiy.
"Whyn't you say soniethin'?" he con
cluded, gesticulating wildly with the
pistol. "What you standln' there for,
dumb's a cat. Whyn't you try to come
clean by lyin'?"
She responded, quietly: "What's
tlie use? Kven if I told you the truth
It wouldn't do any good. You've made
up your mind "
"You said It. I'm wise, and I've
got you where I want you. If you
think you can put anything over on
me now well, try It. That's all: try
It. I wish you would."
She shrugged wearily, then Inquired
In tone of moderate curiosity:
"Where's Inez wailing for you?"
"How (1'you know ?" He was ob
viously posed. "What's Inez got to
do?"
"You know well enough It was her
that told you I was here."
"Well . . . What if she did?"
"Nothing only she brought me here
first."
"Like h 1 "
"Yes" the girl Ignored the Inter
ruption "I didn't even know where
he lived, no more'n I knew where, to
look for you. So Inez framed me,
just to put me In bad with you."
"Ah, :ell't to Sweeney."
"Ask Charlie, If you don't believe
me ask him affer he comes to at
Sing Ho's tomorrow. Ile'll tell you he
promised to meet me there tonight
and bring me to you. Rut when I
got there Charlie was dead to the
world. Inez said she'd show me the
way to where you and Leo was laying
up; and when I said nil right, she
brought me here, left me at the door
and blew. And then . . . What could
I do? I didn't know where to find you
and I was cold and wet and tired."
Her statement carried conviction.
Against his wish the man believed
her; and because It was against his
wish he was the more Irritated and
chose to deny bis belief. Ills glare
was ugly.
"So that's the stall, Is It?"
"You ask Charlie. Ile'll tell you
the truth you needn't look to get It
out of Inez only he'll tell you too
late,"
"What do you mean, too hire?"
"Too late to stop you making n
u n fool of yourself.
"How's that? How'm I goln' to
make a d n fool out of myself ?"
"I don't know yet; but I hope you
don't think I'm such a flat ns to think
you've come here tonight just for a
friendly talk."
"You re dead right there!" Ills
laugh rang with brutal scorn. "I'll
say I didn't como for no friendly talk
with him and you."
"Well . . . What did you come for?"
She confronted him with sullen, yet
fearless eyes Ills own shifted. Jle
had llttld stomach for plain speech.
The Instinct of his kind was strong'
In him, to Kill, if he could, what he
1i
feared. But to declare his purpose
openly In anticipation, to discuss it
In cold blood with an intended victim!,
was more than he had bargained for.
Inarticulately resentful of such
squeamlshnes In. Iiimself, he looked
furtively aside, licking his lips, and
discovered tjhe decanter of Madeira
which Mario had. leftr unstoppered on
theftabie, aftjer opening it for Leonora.
Carnehan brimmed nn ordinary '
drinking glass with the wine and-
drank it In one long draught, grateful
for its pungent warmth, deluded by
Its. mellow smoothness.
Now, Madeira may not wisely be
taken on top of rye whisky. Con
scious of reinforced bravado, the man
leaned against the table, his back to
It, leering truculently.
"What did I come for? Oh, I dun-,
no. What d'you think?"
"You've threatened me often enough,
If you ever caught me with . him-'
agnln ..." -
He nodded in a heavy humor. VYou
got that right, kid. No girl of mine can
pass me up for any stool pigeon or
dick that ever lived " (
"He isn't." f
;"And get away with It. l'ou wait
you'll see!"
She shut her eyes. In spite of her
self she shuddered. He laughed with
gratification, and her eyes reopened
of n sudden, passionately unafraid,
seeking first the pistol in his hand,
then his face.
"You're going to . . kill me, Red!"
"I'll say I am."
In spite of his shamefaced smirk.
he meant it In deadly earnestness. She
had another shudder, but fought It
down without releasing his gaze.
After a minute she said: "Very
well ; I'm ready, only "
lie Interrupted : "You're worse'n
ready; you're In a heluva hurry. His
turn conies first, yours next. C.et me?"
"Rut" she Implored his credulity
with clasped hands extended "I tell
you, you're wrong about him. Red. He
hnsn't got anything to do with the
cops nonest to dort, he hasn t !"
The Madeira was working powerful
ly. A Hash of unwonted insight vis
ited his sodden intelligence. "You
wouldn't be beggln' for that piU ,if
you wasn't stuck on him. And that's
enough.' Bull or no bull, he ain't goln'
to live to say he store Red Caniehau's
girl !" ,
"You're wrong. Red you're nil
... .i
wrong, she protested wiMly. . "And
anyhow, what goodil It do you?; Don't
you know you're just playing Inez'
game.''
"frwan. Inez ain'J notion to me."
"I know she isn't, and sne knows It,
too, and that's why. Dont you see?
You turned her down for me and she's
been crazy jealous ever since. Now
she gets even with us both gets V!
out of the way right off the bst tind
sends you to the chair for It. My
God, Red ! You don't trust that hell
cat, do you? Don't you know she's
only waiting to fix things safe for Leo
before she squeals on you?"
"Ah, forget it!" That, together
with more profanity, silenced her.
"Le' me and Inez alone. Mebbe I did
pass her up for you ; but that's a long
time ago and she's forgot all about It
by now. She don't think of nobody
but Leo."
"If you believe that you're as big a
boob as she thinks."
"Maybe but not ns big a one as
you think." Carnehan emptied the
decanter into the glass and swilled It
at a gulp. "'Most anybody I'm strong
for can fool me once, but not even
you can fool me twice."
"Inez has."
"Ah, sure! You'd say so . .
But there was an accent ofdoubt
In his Jeering retort and In the look
he gave the girl as well. Far gone
In hefuddlemetit, he was unsure of
himself, unsure of anything within! the
scope of his perceptions, and uneasy.
What If Ironora were telling the truth
about Inez? Inez whom he secretly
despised, Leonora who was Worth a
score of Inez' sort . . .
"How do you mean she's fooled me
twice?" he demanded thickly.
"First, when she made you think I
eared anything about anybody but you,
Red." The girl inched nearer, playing
to perfection a part upon which her
life depended her life and Murio's.
"She was the one told you about Ma
rio lied to you, told you I was see
ing hlni often a man I hardly knew,
hadn't spoken to a dozen times In al
my life. Why, Red, before tonight I
never have seen that man anywheres
but lii' the street, and then jonly to
pass the time of day! But you'd take
anybody's word Instead of mine, you'll
believe anybody except fhe fllrl that
loves you !" ' j
Her hands came Wy. to rest upon
his forearms. He gflve them
no wel
repulse como but ninde no move to
them. Tile uncertainty In! his f yes was
giving way to another enioti
ion, one
which the 'girl knew tdo wll. She
moved still closer, and one hand stole
slowly tip to his shoulder.
Sared by a miracle,
t : : " . :-
' (TO Bi CONTINUJIi,
Stonf:
Walr
BEING A SUNBEAM
f7'E IIEAR and read a great deal
, VV about optimism," said the
stranger, "and we go around telling
our friends not to worry. The advice
is good enough, but we don't pause to
reflect that optimism Is a mental at
titude that can be
reached only by
study and train
ing. What shall
we study? I have
here, madam,, a
little book enti
tled, 'How to Be a
Sunbeam,' which
answers the ques
tion fully and
completely. It
was written by "
"I don't care
who it was writ
ten by, or wheth
er it is indorsed
by all the' statesmen' and prelates in
the country," exclaimed Mrs. Curfew.
"I don't want to be a sunbeam, expe
rience having taught me that I can get
along better and have less trouble and
tribulation, -when I look as much like
a meatax as possible.
"Last evening before I went to bed
I was reading a book called 'Sunshine
Susan.' It was about a woman who
just made up her mind to be happy
no matter .what happened. Then her
husband was brought home with a
broken leg, and the two children had
a number of measles simultaneously,
and the house burned down, and the
bank in which she had deposited her
savings closed Its doors, and in spite
of everything she went around singing
and dancing.
"If I had thought it over I might
have realized that It was too good to
be true. No human woman could be
gay and happy in the midst of so
many calamities. But I was in a
sentimental mood, and when I turned
out the light and went to bed I thought
that I ought to be ashamed of myself
for not being like Sunshine Susan, and
I made up my mind I would turn over
a new leaf first thing in the morn
ing. "So I came downstairs smiling, and
I was singing all the time I was get
ting breakfast, and when Mr. Curfew
came down he said it warmed up his
whole being to ,see me in such a cheer
ful frame of mind. It reminded him
of him of the time when I was sweet
seventeen, and as pretty as a red
wagon. Then he gradually drifted Into
a story to the effect that he had a
great opportunity to make the finest
horse trade of Jils career. All he need
ed was $7 In cash to close the trans
action, and he would make at least
$15 by it
"He knew I had $7 put away In the
clock to buy myself some clothes I
need the worst way. I had saved that
money, a nickel and a dime at a time,
and was looking forward to the time
when I would have enough to go shop
ping and buy myself an outfit good
enough for the queen of Sheba.
(Mr. Curfew had been trying to bor
row my savings for a long time, offer
ing to give me his note as security, and
before I read that Sunshine Susan book
I always refused him, and nearly
snapped his head off doing it. But that
morning I was anxious to make every
body happy, so I handed him the
money, and he went and made his
horse trade and brought home an old
crowbait that has been sick ever since,
and he spends all his time out at the
barn, feeding it pills and powders,
and I can't get him to do any of the
chores around the place.
"The same morning Mrs. Turpentine
heard me singing In the' back yard,
and she thought it would be a good
time to borrow my patent electric
washing machine, and came over for
that purpose. She had asked for It a
dozen times before, but I always told
her to go to. Being, full of sunshine
on that occasion, however, I told her
she could have it and welcome, and
I've never been able to use it since.
The man who sold It to me eays it
will cost $6 for repairs, so you see
what Sunshine Susan did to me.
"No, mister, I don't want any recipe
for being a sunbeam, and you can
take your book along to Mrs. Tur
williger, in the yellow house across
the street She's the champion middle
weight pessimist of this neighbor-
Lood.' '
Explained. .
"Do you see the man yonder? Well,
to my certain knowledge he is leading
a double life."
'Vnii don't snv SO I"
"Yes; he is a professional contor
tionlst"
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"Yes. In another twenty-four hours
the patient would have recovered with
out It and walked out on me."
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