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Get t)> right kind of deslgn&ic, ••HTWTtnr, printing and MrnOnt a* tJbo right prioea bam The Telegraph Printing Co. Federa! Square Use Telegraph Want Ads fUESDAY EVENING, THE ENEMY —BY— GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER & LILLIAN CHESTER Author* of "THE BALL OK FIRE." elf. Copyright, 1915, Newspaper Rights, Hearst International Library. International Feature Service, j Continued. , "Whisky! Whisky!" His quavering voice started with a whine and ended in a wail. He knew a barrel-house down near the bridge which kept open all night. He had fifteen cents in his pocket. Three drinks'. The sort of roemorj which is little more than instinct tola him these things. He began a nervous groping search for his clothes. "What's the matter. Pop? The voice of Burke, clear. hearty and still with an iinderljing gruftness. Suddenly Bow-Wow de tested that voice! The inherent prompting for had come upon him. He was cramped here! He began to be aware ot coer cion: and there is no human s , .. debased, so feeble, that in its P it does not resent coercion. "My clothes!" he dema " ded \ l ,„ rflll "Burnt up. Pop," was the cheerfu reply. "Have a drink?" Cunning knotted the e>esi of Wow. He nodded and grunted. He took the drink; but he refused "SSfv'3s&.:- , had forgotten that they , b urne^ "Nothing doing, old * op ' yawned. "Billy says yon re , to until he comes back and you 11 stay it I have to show you to him with lily in your hands." The bleared eyes of Bow-Wow nar r°"Lemme out!" he cried, in a high, wavering voice which rose nearly to a Sh "Come on. Pop. be a good little sport. You might as well think you re in luck and be happy. God knows why you're here, but here you sta>. And if you holler too loud,, 111 have to bat you." . ... . The man subsided. The threat was one he could understand. "A little drink!" he begged. Burke studied carefully, then he went out to the pantry. He found Bow-Wow behind him. "A big drink!" Burke calmly poured. measuring the quantity like a druggist. Suddenly the decanter was snatched from Ills hand, and its mouth Hashed up to Bow-Wow's lips! He had gulped down three or four ounces before the decanter was recovered. "Now vou've done it! ' worried the soldier of fortune, who had gained his experience in Held hospitals, and in mining camps, and in private service. "Get back to bed!" Bow-Wow grinned. A leer of tri umph was in his eyes. Without a word, he turned and reeled back to his couch, while Burke locked up the liquor. „ Burke did not retire this time. He put a fresh log on the lire in the lounging room. He went into his own apartment, brought out a battered lit tle old surgical case, produced a hy perdermic syringe, washed it , a , asepticized it, laid a little phial of tablets on the mantel beside It, set a glass of water with these, lit the char red briar which had been a soldier of fortune with him, and sat down to wait with calm philosophy. Three o'clock. It was time for Billy; past time, in these days when the young architect had so much important work on hand. Instinctively Burke's eyes roved to the glass of green "Jiuor which Bow-Wow had refused. He d probably have to make a fresh dose for his master. He sighed and shook his head, and worry came upon his brow. He liked Billy. The quarter chimed! the half; the three-quarters. Burke heard them all, and heard, too, every machine which stopped in the street; and as the time passed, the shadow on Burke s brow deepened. How many nights he had sat thus by the fire, waiting: waiting until the dawn streaked the sky. Such nights had become more fre quent of late. They had come so fre quentlv that Burke awoke naturally at 2 o'clock, if Billy had not called him. The hour struck, and Burke did not hear it. He was asleep in the stiffest of the leather chairs, and his pipe was on the floor. A voice roused him, a thin, high pitched, wavering voice. The dawn was stealing in at the window. "Jean!" called the voice. "Jean! Bow-Wow; he stood, swaying, in the center of the room, gazing about him with widened eves, and there was no need now for Burke to pull open the man's lids. "Where's Tavy's doll?" went on the wavering voice. "Jean! Tavy's sick!" The voice mumbled and muttered, and rose and fell, as the man stumbled about the room in a groping searcsh for something, he knew not what. He was a grotestque figure,a monstrous tig ure, bent and wavering in his loose pajamas, with his straggling hair and beard. Burke had scrubbed these hirsute adornments, and now the man's hair stood out in a silvery-white aureole, which contrasting with his staring, reddened eyes, gave him an aspect of uncanny wildness. "Jean!" The voice was sharper, higher pitched, more querulous. "That bridge con tract. Jean! I can't find it!" Again an unintelligible muttering. There was a noise in the hall outside. The man, startled, listened intently. "What's that!" A sharper tone, but with fear in it. Burke quietly rose and went to the mantel. He opened the little phial : and tried to shake one of the pellets I into his palm. They had been there i a long time, and they stuex. He shook ! and shook the phial. Suddenly there was a piercing scream, a commingling of terror, of rage, of frenzy, of all the wild emo ; tlons which a disordered fancy could i conjure up! Before Burke could turn. ! the man was upon him from behind. ! and clutching his throat with long, 1 1 lean fingers, in which there was mani | acal strength! CHAPTER IV. On the Way What a hilarious place is the world! How jarvtal is life! Who gives a rap for dull care? Work was made for slaves. Life is short and you're a long time dead. Fill 'em up again, boys, and let's laugh at something. No, let's sing a song. Who'll oblige Tommy Tinkle! No evidence of alco | holic excess about good old Tommy i Tinkle. There he stands, clear-eyed, chin up. and with that whimsical grin !on his face. He even seems extra hu morous since his return from the Ben nings. It is scarcely an hour since that ; twitch of pain which followed the click of the latch. Will Tommy Tinkle lead in song? To be sure! Listen. "The Demon Rum is a grand old friend, ; He cripples your frame from end to end: ! He starves your wife, he makes you a bum. So here's a toast to the Demon Rum. Turn—Turn!" Ha, Ha! Great little song that! Eh, fellows? That's Tommy Tinkle for you! Always something fresh and original. Have a drink. Tommy! Now let's all sing It! Everybody sings It, with particular ! emphasis on the tum-tum; a double j slap of the hands on the club bar. Billy Lane's voice is among the rest, a strong sympathetic baritone, but just now a little uncertain as to key- Billy s silk hat is on the back of his head, and his hair is rumpled. The other fellows have their hats in the check room, but Billy's going home in a minute or so for the past hour. He has an important business engage ment in the morning, in the mean time, he s having the session of his lite. drinlt Tommy! Have a drink, Sam! What's vours, Bert? t fPiV ll, fellows - let's sing. Where's f r\ GreeVes ' e want a good bass. r V ou are ' Jack ' at my ? e . en stan <"ng here an hour. f..V you thln k of that! Drink Tnmmi- have another. Jack. Now Tomm>, The Demon Rum! What a hnriv - wor ' to be sure! Everv bod> s a fine fellow! m A° rnmy Tinkle vetoes the idea of when WllJ ' be monotonous. Tnmml l IS SO full of the different? wfH es .? J ecture on the Demon h all his friends and him- InL-K- * horrible example. Scream k.n '^ ln ? y thln^: Tommy, with a anH J? , cle \' er wit - hi,s oft the foibles liarities of each one in the i<T!?~hV ant L. P'ace resounds with S' 6 '; Wonderful chap. Tommy! sna PPy to-night. Have a Yrll! Lim°Js P'?. n! Encore! Encore! v* sk 'PP et * Sam Langster. Tommy! -o. Tommy will not conclude or continue his lecture on the Demon Rum. He will draw a picture of the Demon Rum. That they may see with tneir own eyes this devouring mon- TtW? Properly warned! here's a sheet of paper? Where's n ra *? Tommy Tinkle's going to draw. Here they are produced like magic out of nowhere! a big sheet of coarse yellow paper and a box of col ored crayons. The sheet of paper is tacked on the wall. That s a magnificent piece of art, an astounding work; a fangless, snarl ing, blear-eyed genie of depravity, peeering out of a somber blue pit. and surrounded by weird green and yel low vapors, dark red eyes, dark red tongue and mouth, and a face criss crossed by countless little purple and blue and red blood veins. It is a terrible thing; a ghastly thing! But Tommy Tinkle is not yet through, and the wide grin beneath his pointed nose is a creature of ac tive life in itself. An idea from the supper party has been left over in Tommy's wayward brain; and he adds a few deft strokes. Why, it's Billy Lane! Great stuff. Tommy! The laughter is long and loud. There is no stopping it. The fellows fairly double up with Joy, and have to sit down and rest, and have their drinks brought to them. Among the loudest of the laughers is Billy Lane. No one has a keener apprecia tion of genius than he, and there is no one more capable of taking a joke on himself. By George, that's a masterpiece! Billy claims It. He's going to take it home and frame it! Where's Jack Greeves? Why, here he is in the corner, asleep. Where's Sam Langster? What, is Sam gone? Yes. they took him out to his chauf feur. Where's Bert? Where's Hal? here's Charley? Where's the bunch? Scattered; dropped out one at a time. Here, this won't do! There's still light and laughter and gaiety in the world! Wake up. Jack, we're going to sing! Dead; dead to the world; dead, all but his snore. It occurs to Tom my Tinkle to utilize a ticker waste basket and some of the coarse yellow paper, and to erect a tombstone at Jack's feet: which is accordingly done; but there is no one. aside from the club attendants, to laugh at .it. ex cept Billy and Tommy. They are all alone in the world, and the world looks dim. See; out of the windows the dawn is breaking. It's too late to go to bed. Tommy Tinkle has another flash of genius. Billy's car is waiting. They know a roadhouse where the proprie tor makes his own sausage. Suppose they ride out there for breakfast, wake up old Christian and have some sausage and eggs. Bar boy, put us up a bottle of the club special. Billy has a thought. Suppose they run up to Tommy's rooms and change their clothes. Suppose they have a cold shower. Why, they'll be fresh for the day. Billy will be in a fine shape for that business appointment. Done. Done in no time at all. As they dash down for the bottle of club spe cial, on their way out, Billy discovers the Demon Rum, its red eyes pleam ing on him with a peculiarly challeng ing leer. Gome along. Demon Rum. Have a little morning ride. The De mon Rum, still with that knowing leer in his red eyes, permits himself to be taken from the wall, rolled up and tucked under Billy's arm. Ha. Ha! Billy Lane is a young man worth while;a young man with a sound bodv, a celar brain, brilliant prospects, and with already a record of achieve ments of which any young man might well be proud! Just the sort for the Demon Rum; and in his roll of vellow paper, he leers his red leer and "snarls his red snarl! Out in the crisp, cool morning. The snow has stopped, and the sky is clear ing. the clouds in the east are tinged a delicate rose. Glorious to be out in the dawning day: glorious to drive swiftly through the invigorating air; glorious to have the still sleeping world to one's self amid the lifting mists of the morning; glorious to have yotith. friends, laughter! The Demon Rum rests alongside Billy in the car. Geraldine! Bv George, Tommy, Geraldine would love the fresh morning ride. Let's go back and get her. The idea does not ap peal to Tommy. Not because it's un conventional, for Threc-B Benning and Geraldine's placid mother have more than once sanctioned expedi tions as informal as this; but Tommy feels that the fact that they stayed up, rather than got up, makes a slight difference. It's Billy's car. They go back after Geraldine. That charming young lady, roused by a still sleepy maid, appears presently in as pink perfec tion as if she had taken hours to make her toilette. She is in an astounding pretty pink morning frock, and her eyes arc sparkling and her cheeks fresh and her laugh gav as she trips down the stairs. Always in for a .ark, is Geraldine, especially with Tommy and Billy. She stops abruptly as she sees them in the light! Tommy is grinning cheerfully, but his eyes show the ef fect of the wind. Billy is grinning, too, but it is a set grin, with no meaning, but just general good na ture. Hilarious world we're living in; great place for a joke, eh Tommy? Poor Billy! ' Will Geraldine Join Ihem in a fresh littlo morning run out to old Chris tian's, for sausage and eggs? She will not! Most emphatically, she will not! She takes it upon herself to scold both boys sharply for their ut terly senseless indiscretion; for spending the night with companions far beneath them; for permitting themselves to fall Into this disgrace ful condition, and, flrst and foremost. HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH RKLI,—J9OJ—U.MTKJJ / HARRISBURO, TUESDAY. UECKMBRK 26, lAIO. 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A monk-like figure spats down the stairs, in broad sandals and high girthed robe and crumpled cowl; Three-B Benning. He has felt it his duty to investigate. There is a twinkle of understanding in his eyes as he sur veys the boys, and a sly purpose springs instantly into his mind. Why don't they stay here to break fast? Ham hash, with poached eggs; a triumph of matutinal culinary art. Good old Benning! Of course they'll stay! Skillful idea, that! B. B. will entertain the boyb himself, and can set them baclf upon their normal way! But Geraldine vigorously vetoes the suggestion; and the Demon Hum, rolled snugly In Billy's pocket, and poking up between his arm and his overcoat lapel, leers his red leer atid snarls his red snarl! What a worth while young man Billy Is; a game with which any hunter might well be pleased. The aggravating part of it Is that the boys are still happy, the world Is still a hilarious place, life is still jovial, and a scolding, especially from ! a fluffy pink person like Geraldine, lis only funny. Fatal viewpoint! Ger aldine, with a little sweep of temper, | which would have been merely ; piquant to Billy had he not carried that roll of paper under hts arm, en ergetically explains that the Benning house is not a sanitarium, that the I boys shall go right ahead and sink to j just as low a stage of brutal degrada ! tion As It Is possible for them to at tain! fSo finish the spree! Good-by! i Finish the spree, eh? Fine idea! ! There has come a stubborn set on Billy's lips and a hard glint in Billy's i eye. Poor Billy! But where is the roll of yellow paper? Gone! Was j that It flashing down through the grating of the areaway, or did It pop straight up In the air and fly back to the Devil? There is not much differ ence because the Demon Rum is not ion the roll of yellow paper. It has j Jumped straight int Billy Lane, where ]lt ensconces itself gleefully and I howls for drink! Come on. Tommy, thanks Three B. No, can't stop In. Got a date with the Demon Hum. .Come on. Tommy. I say, come on! Glorious to be out in the early DECEMBER 26, 1916.. morning, eh, Tommy, glorious to drive swiftly through the invigorat ing nir. glorious to have the drowsily wakening world to one's self amid the lifting mists of the dawning day; glorious to have youth, friends, laugh ter! Work was made for slaves! Was there an appointment of some sort? Forget It. Finish the spree, eh! Old Christian is cross when he pokes his night-capped head from the sec ond-story window. Early roisterers who drag him out of bed for fifty cents' worth of drink are the bane of Christian's life! But these are two gentlemen. Oh! It is Mr. Tommy and Mr. Billy; and they represent that solvent of all sorrows, money! Tho gentlemen want sausage and eggs, old Christian removes his funny scarlet nightcap, anil comes right down. Billy and Tommy go into the billiard room while they wait, and old Christian brings them nn appetizer, some of his best imported schnaps. Finish the spree, eh! The Demon Hum chortles. They play bllliardß, and every awk ward shot is a cause of merriment. There is still laughter in the world, except for one fixed idea. Billy's no tions are in a haze; as. for instance, ho is just about to try, for the fourth time, to hit his cue ball, when sud denly he linds himself seated at the breakfast table, with a compote of delicious looking fruit before him. Outside the sun rides In the misty sky, a huge red ball; the bare trees interlace their branches against the background of the glistening river. Rather raw the air is. Watch out! . They skid dangerously near the ditch that time. The chauffeur has had a drink or two, to warm him. Oh yes, they nre In the machine again. Did Billy taste his fruit? He doesn't re- ' member, and he lies no memory at all of the sausage and eggs, though he detects the taste of coffee in his mouth. Why, here's a village! There's a saloon with a door wide open, and an Italian in a faded blue blouse is scrubbing the floor. The Demon Rum howls for a drink! (To Be Continuod.) 3
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