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'V' fa Hie Strange Case of i IIIIIHIIIIHrrrffffrfrrlTrjWrrrirr* i r iTir-rrrrr'rrr'frf***^*"*""****" --I wis" Boat dhrart: or nia la Insiston "DkwX in package. Wi'fm By Randall P&rriah Ammmv m •Jh Dmfm "ttf lmiy mf th* North. OonrfiM toy Randall Parrtsfc maBBBHBaMmMMIBlHBniHBIMIHmi :}«{x I x \ a t i( \ i( Ji< j < r* t - I -1 a t X) -1 -t -t -t - K; &<* CHAPTER XI.--Continued* --11-- < *Ali, so yon can stand alone, senor- Ita; that is well. Step In here, ahead of me, land follow the lantern--there Is nothing to fear." She hesitated, and the smile on the Mexican's lips changed Into a cruel grin. x "Shall I mate ,y^ as*lnT*< "No, senor." - < "Then you will do as I bid." "Yes, senor; I cannot resist." The passage was clean and dry, and .seemed to lead directly back into the cliff. The faint light revealed the side walls and low roof, and the girl, again partially mistress of herself, recognized the nature of the rock to be lime* ... stone. Her view was limited to the slight • radius illumined by the lantern, and even within that small area, her own shadow, and those of the three men, helped render everything indistinct. They had turned a sharp corner, and Advanced a few feet beyond when the man with the lantern stopped suddenly, and held it up to permit the light to stream full on the exposed wall to the right. Another of these odd slits in the -• rock was visible here, and the girl was able to perceive more clearly its nature --beyond question it was an artificial opening, leading into a space on the farther side of the wall. Cateras pushed past the girl, his body interfering with her view, and bent down, fumbling along the rock surface. "Hold the light closer," he commanded. "Aye, that's It Tis some trick to find the thing-- Ah! now I have it." It seemed like a bit of wood, so resembling the color of the rock as to be practically imperceptible to the eye In that dim light--a bit of wood which slid back to reveal a heavy iron bolt, shot firmly into the stone. This the Mexican forced back and an opening yawned in the side wall, the rays of the lantern revealing the Interior of a black cave. Cateras stepped within. "Bring the woman," be commanded shortly, "and you, Merodex, see first to the light." Sllva thrust her forward, his grip no light one, while the other struck a match and applied it to the wick of a lamp occupying a bracket beside the doorway. As this caught the full in- * terior was revealed beneath the sickly . glow, a cell-like place, although of a fair size, unfurnished except for a rude bench, and one three-legged stool, the floor of stottff, and the sides and roof apparently of the same solid structure. It was gloomy, bare, horrible In Its dreariness--a veritable grave. The girl covered her face with her ; hands, appalled at the sight, unnerved at the thought of being left alone in such a place. Cateras saw the movement. and laughed, gazing about carelessly. "Some boudoir, senorita." be said meaningly. "Well, we will see what I" can be done for you later. Perhaps A; « few hours in such a hole may work > f a miracle. When I come again you | <will be glad to see even me. I'll leave , ^ou to think it over; then I'll come * back for an answer. Until then, senor- * ita, adlos." The fellow lifted his hat, and step- . ped back into the passage, his manner • Insolent She remained motionless, p contempt In her eves, but in truth I® "•©me Boudoir, Senorita," He S«i4 Meaningly* hopeless and crushed. Sllva closed the door silently, although her ears caught the click of the bolt when it was shot home. No sound of retreating footsteps reached her through the thick wall. The stillness of her prison seemed to strike her like a blow. For a moment she stood staring at the bare wall, her lips parted, her limbs trembling from the reaction of excitement; then she stepped forward, and felt along the smooth surface of rock. The door fitted so closely she could not even determine Its exact outlines. Baffled, her glance wandered about the cell, seeking vainly for any sign of weakness, and then, giving way utterly to her despair, the girl flung tier- , self on the bench, covering her eyes *o shut out those hideous surroundings. What should she^lo? What could she •do? What possibility of hope lay in her OWB endeavors? Froni what ttpurce could she expect any outside help? 4fter those first months of complete despair, there came grfeMnr Calmness, In which her ntlod began to grapple with the situation. These outlaws would never dare to take hor life. There was no occasion for them to resort to so desperate a deed. And why should Lacy desire to take her life? Most assuredly he did not, or the act would have been already accomplished. The very fact of her having been transported such a distance was sufficient evidence of his purpose. The conspirators merely suspected her mission in Haskell; they were afraid she knew more of their plans than she really did. The telegram, stolen by Miss La Rue, had convinced the leaders that she might prove dangerous if left at large, and they determined to hold her helpless until their scheme had been worked out and they were safely beyond pursuit. That was undoubtedly the one object of her capture. Lacy had no knowledge that Mendeafs band was at the rendezvous; he supposed them to be on a cattle raid to the south, with only a man or two of his own left as guard over Cavendish. Cavendish! Her mind grasped clearly now the fact that the man was not dead. It had not been his bpdy found in the Wnldron apartments, but that of some other man substituted for purposes *£. crime. Cavendish himself had been lured westward, waylaid In some manner and made prisoner, as she and Westcott had suspected. Through the co-operation of Lacy he had been brought to this desert den, where he could be held indefinitely, with no chance of discovery--killed If necessary. She had heard of such places as this, read of them, yet never before had she realized the possibility of their real existence. It all seemed more like a delirium of fever than an actual fact. She rubbed her eyes, gazing about on the rock walls, scare* ly sure ^he was actually awake. Why, gne might ride across the desert, and pass by within a hundred yards of ita rim, and never even be aware of the existence of this sunken valley. Yet these men must have made use of It for years, as a place to hide stolen cattle, and Into which to retreat whenever pursuit became dangerous. Those huts without were not newly built, and this underground cavern had been extended and changed by no small labor. What deeds of violence must have happened here; what scenes of unbridled debauchery this desert rendezvous must have witnessed. She shuddered at the thought, comprehending that these cells had never been chiselled without a purpose, and that she was utterly helpless in the hands of a band of tblevesf and cutthroats, to whom murder meant little enough, if It only served their ends. Mendez, no doubt, was brute and monster, yet It was Juan Cateras whom she really feared--he was cruel, slimy, seeking to hide his hatefulnessbehind that hideous smile; and he had already chosen her for his victim. Who would save her-- Mendez? Lacy? She did not know; and somehow neither of these was the name which arose to her lips, almost In the form of prayer; the name she whispered with a faint throb of hope in Its utterance--Jim Westcott The big miner was all she had to rely upon; he had been In her mind all through the long ride; he arose before her again now, and she welcomed the memory with a conscious throb of expectation. Those people back there could not conceal for long her absence from him; If he lived he would surely seek her again. Her womanly instinct had read the message in the man's eyes; she was of Interest to him, he cared; It was no mere ordinary friendliness which | would bring him back; no! not even their mutual connection with the case J of Frederick Cavendish. Her eyes ! brightened, and a flush of color crept j into her cheeks. She believed In him, in his courage--he had appealed to her as a man. Suddenly she seemed to realize the yearning of her own heart her utter faith in him. He would come, he must come; even now he might have discovered her sudden disappearance, and suspected the cause. He would never believe any lies they might tell --that she had departed without a word, without a message--he would fftid out the truth somehow; he was not the kind to lie down, to avoid danger when It confronted duty--and, besides, he cared. She knew this, comprehended without question; there had been no word spoken, yet she knew. Suddenly the girl's slender body grew taut and her thin, white, delicate hands clutched the granite wall back of her, and Into her gray eyes crept the light of terror, a terror that was new and strange to her, a nameless clutching fear that her varied experiences In the city had never brought her, an Insidious, terrible fright for her bodily safety. Her delicate ears, strained under their spunbrown covering of hair--there was no doubt of it; she beard footsteps In the passage way. Juan Cateras with his leering, lustful smile was coming back. The uncertainty was of scarcely an Instant. The key turned In the lock and the door opened. Cateras, smiling, stepped within, calmly closed the door behind him, and then turned to greet the lady. She met his bow with eyes of firm resolve, though her heart achid. * "Why do you come, senor?" she asked so quietly that the man In 'surprise halted his step forward. "To keep my word," and his white teeth gleamed In an effort at pleasantness. "I am always truthful with your sex; and I told you' I would return shortly." "Yet why?" she Insisted, anxious only to kee? him away as long as possible, and yet enchain his interest. "If I am prisoner here, I am not your prisoner. Do you come, then, to serve me?" ' • "Can you doubt that, senorita?" still endeavoring to retain the mapk he had first assumed. "Because circumstances make me defy the law--a mere love of adventure, no more--is no reason why I should be devoid of heart and sympathy." He took a step nearer. "I care nothing for this Bill Lacy--nothing," and lie snapped his fingers derisively. "Why should I? But instead, I would be your friend. The senorita is an American, and to her one of my rq,ce may not appeal, yet I would prove my devotion with my life." "Your devotion, s«?nor?" "Is not the word expressive? I am of a Southern race, senorita, and we dj not calculate--we feel. Why, then, should I conceal my eagerness? It is love which causes me to thus defy all and offer you freedom." "Love!" she laughed. "Why, that Is Impossible. Surely you oifly Jest, senor." The smile deserted his lips, and with a quick, unexpected movement he grasped her hand. "Jest! You would call it a Jest You will not think so for long. Why, what can you do? No; stop shrinking back from me. It will be well that yorf listen. I come to you with a chance of escape; I will take the risk and pledge you my aid. I alone can save you; there IS no other to whom yon can turn. In return I but ask my reward." She hesitated, her'eyes lifting to his face. "You promise me your assistance!" "Within the hour." -->-r- "How? What plan bave you?" "*• "That I will not tell; you must trust me. I am the lieutenant of Pascual Mendez," a touch of pride In his voice. "And my word alone will open the way. You will come?" "Wait; I must know more. You say it is love which prompts your offer, senor. I cannot understand; and even If this is true, I must i>e frank and honest in my answer--I do not return your love." "Bah! That Is nothing. I know women; they learn love quicLly when the way opens. I am not so ill to look at senorita. A kiss now will seal tlie bargain! I will wait the rest." "You ask no pledge, then, of me?" "Only your consent to accompany me, and the kiss. Beyond that I take the gambler's chance. Only you must say yes or no; for It will require time for me to clear the road." "It must be tonight?" "The sooner the better; they tell me Lacy will be here himself soon, and after he conies the one chance is oyer with. You will give the kiss?" "Do not ask it senor!" "Oh, but I will--aye, more, I'll take It A dozen will do no harm, and no scream from those lips will be heard. You may as well be nice, my beauty." She was against the wall, helpless, and the grip of his hands was like steel. His breath was on her cheek; his eyes burning with lust gazing straight Into her own. Slowly, remorselessly, he bent her head backward until she feared her neck woulr. snap. Into her terror-stricken mind leaped the sudden conclusion that resistance with this beast was futile; she must outwit him with her brains. Suddenly relaxing herself, she slipped to the granite floor on her knees. "Please, please," she begged. "I give in, senor, I give In." But as she spoke her right hand closed about a square jagged bit of rock. "So, my pretty," sneered Cateras, "you have learned that Juan Cateras Is not a man to trifle with. It is well." And, releasing his grip upon her, be allowed the girl to rise. As she stood there in the Valf light her gray eyes flashing, her young bosom rising and falling, she was a vaguely defined but alluring figure. So Juan Cateras thought, and he took a step nearer, his thick, red lips curling with lust, eager to claim their rich reward. As they came closer Stella Donovan stiffened. "Look, senor," she whispered--"behind you!" The Mexican In his eagerness was off his guard. He turned to look, and at that instant the girl drew back her sturdy army and then brought It forward again wltn ail her vigor. Cluk! She heard the rock sound against hsr oppressor's head, heard a low moan escape his lips, and saw him sink slowly to the floor at her feet The next Instant she was beside him, in terror lest she had killed him; but a hurried glance, supplemented by her fingers which reached for his Dulse, assured her that she had only stunned her assailant. With deft hands that worked speedily In the darkness she unstrapped from around his waist the belt with its thirty-six cartridges and revolver, then pulled from his pocket the keys, not only to her cell, but she judged, to others. The feel of their bronze coldness In her hot hands brought a quick message to her brain; beyond a question of doubt the missing Cavendish was concealed In one of. the dark, dank cells In the Immediate vicinage. If not actually In 'this same passage, then In another one perhaps not greatly distant. Reaching beneath her outer skirt she jerked loose her white petticoat, and theA began tearing it into long strips which she knotted together. Tbls done, she bound Juan Cateras, hand and foot, and, with some difficulty, turned him over on his face after first thrusting Into his half-open mouth a gag, which she had fashtoned from stray ends of the providential petticoat Then leaping to her feet and strapping the ammunition belt and revolver about her waist, she stole on tiptoe to the doorway and peered out; the silent, cavernous passage was empty. Lithely, like a young panther, she slipped out of the cell and began making down the passageway to a spot of light which she Judged to be its opening. She had scarcely gone ten feet however, before she stopped short-- somewhere in the dark she heard a voice. What was to be'done? Her temples throbbed as the voices sounded nearer. Then it came home to her--why not try one of the other cells? Suiting action to the thought, she stepped quietly from the niche in the wall, moved noiselessly along Its surface, and came at length to another dungeon similar to the one she had occupied, except that it had no window in its oaken door. Fumbling with the bunch of keys, she took the first one around which her fingers fell and thrust It hurriedly Into the lock. She struggled with It--turning it first to the left and then to the right The footsteps were sounding nearer and nearer every minute, the voices were growing louder. Frantic, she gave the key a final desperate twist and as a sigh of relief escaped her lips the door swung open. fi Saw Him Sink 8lowly to th« Floor at Hfr Feat an accident. I think, for I never knew anything more until I woke up here." "Do you recall the name of the man you were conversing with on the observation car?" He pressed his hand against hla forehead. a wrinkle appearing straight between his eyes. "I've tried to remember that," he admitted regretfully, "but It doesnt quite come to me." "Was It Beaton?" "Yes. Why, how strange! Of coarse, he was Edward Beaton of New York. He told me he was a broker. Why, how did you know?" "It is not so strange," she said at last, "for your disappearance is indirectly the occasion of my being here alsd. I believe I can even call yon by name. You are Mr. Cavendish?" "Yes," he admitted, his hands gripping the back of the bench nervously, his eyes filled with amazement "But --but 1 do not know you." "For the best of reasons," she answered smilingly, advancing and extending her hand--"because we have never met before. I am Stella Donovan, a newspaper woman. Your strange disappearance about a month ago aroused considerable interest and I chanced to be detailed on the case. iiy investigations led me to visit Haskell, where unfortunately my mission became known to those who were responsible for your imprisonment here. So, to keep me quiet, I was also abducted and brought to this place." "You--you mean it was not an accident-- that I was brought here purposely?" "Exactly; you were trailed from New York by a gang of thieves having confederates in this country. I am unable to give you all the details; but this man Beaton, whom you met op the train, is a notorious gunman and gambler. His being on the same train with you was a part of a well-laid plan, and I have no doubt but what he deliberately slugged you while you two were alone on the observation platform." "But--but," he stammered, "what was his object? Why did those people scheme to get me?" "As I told you, Mr. Cavendish, I do not know all the details, but I think these men--one of whom *s a lawyer-- planned to gain possession of your fortune, possibly by means of a forged will; and, In order to accomplish this, it was necessary to get you out of the way. If either of us can escape from this place we shall be in time to foil them completely." (TO BE] CONTINUED.) v NOTHING TO IT AS * %IE Slipping through the aperture, alp closed it softly after her and, panting from excitement and her exertions, turned and faced the recesses of her hiding-place. It was black, pitch-black, except for a long ray of light that struggled in between the heavy door and its casing, but as Stella Donovan stood there In the gloom she was aware that she was not the only occupant of the cell. She crouched back, gripped in the hands of another fear, but the next moment her alarm was lessened somewhat by the sound of a soft, well-modulated voice. "Who's that?" It said faintly. Then followed the repeated scratching of a wet match, a flame of yellow light, which was immediately carried to a short tallow candle, and In the aura of Its sickly flame Stella Donovan saw the face of a-man with long, unkempt beard and feverish eyes that stared at her as though she were an apparition. As her eyes - became more accustomed to the light she saw that the stranger was a man of approximately thirty, of good robust health. His hair was sandy of color and thin, and his beard, which was of the same hue, had evidently gone untrlmmed for days, perhaps weeks; yet for all of his unkempt appearance, for all the strangeness of his presence there, he was a gentleman, that was plain. And as she scrutinized him Miss Donovan thought she beheld a mild similarity In the contour of the man's head, the shape of his face, the lines of his body, to the man who several weeks before, she had seen lying dead upon the floor of his rooms In the Waldron apartments. ' "My God!" he cried in a high voice, "I--I thought I was seeing things. You are really a woman--and alive?" Miss Donovan hesitated a moment before she answered, wondering whether to tell him of her narrow es cape. This she decided to do. "Alive, but only by luck," she said In a friendly voice, and then recounted the insults of Cateras, her struggle with him, and capture of his cartridge belt and revolver, and how finally she had left bim bound and gagged in the adjoining cell. The man listened at tentlvely, though his mind seemed slow to grasp details. "But," he Insisted, unable to clear his brain, "why are you here? Surely you are not one of this gang of outlaws?" "I am a prisoner. That is true of you alfco, is It not?" "Yes. I--I am a prisoner, although I do not in the least know why. When did you come?" "Not more than two hours ago. Two trien brought me across the desert from Haskell." "I do not know how I came; I was on the platform of an observation car the last I remember," his utterance slow, as though his mind struggled with a vague memory, "talking with a gentleman whom I had met on the train. There--there must have been With Lemon Filling Qone, Remainder Confection Could Only Be Classed as "Squash." A business man of Jelfersonville, active in the counsels of the Young Business Men's club and of the Rotary club and one of whose outstanding characteristics Is !a liking for^ple, says he has learned a perfectly good way of making squash pie out of lemon pie, but prefers the latter kind, says the Indianapolis Star. He had been to a sale In Dtlca township, not to buy, but attracted by the fame of the cooks who were to serve pie. He surrounded one lemon pie and asked to have another packed to take home--for his wife, he said. The women packed It between two paper dishes, the upper one inverted, and then wrapped it In newspaper. He placed It on the back seat of his automobile and started for bome. Unfortunately he gave a friend the package for a oushion. When the package was turned over tq the lady of the house and was opened by her it consisted of an upper paper dish, an upper pie crust, a lower pie crust and a lower paper dish; that was alL It was a clear case of "squash," and not a sign of lemon filling left. Breaks Up Rehearsal of Masque of Seasons on College -^Campus. REFUSES TO BE LED Chief Hitehe* Bosey to Front of Fllv- V«r and in Six Hours They .>•: Negotiate Distance «f f • Three Miles. Chicago.--In River Forest where nature is wonderful, the Sabbath calm was most pervasive. At the police station. Chief F. W. Laatz, doffing dignity for shirtsleeves comfort, was ministering to the alimentary weal of his pet guinea • pigs. Viola Lorenzen, only woman desk sergeant in the United States, was petting the Belgian hare that the station spaniel had just mistaken for Sergeant Lorenzen's maltese cat The telephone bell rang. The sergeant dropped the hare, seized the receiver, and heard: "The chief's cow is out She's causing a panic:" "Where?" asked the sergeant, always notably composed in crises. Just a Smattering of Clew. "On the campus--O, please hui^--" That was all. The connection ceased abruptly. There, was nothing to guide the chief. Suddenly his police instinct functioned. There was Rosary college, the Catholic Institution for girls. Being a college It had a campus. Cranking his flivver he leaped In, coaxed the accelerator, and was off. Before he arrives, let us explain that his deduction was correct. The Rosary girls were rehearsing for their annual masque of seasons. Garlanded In dandelions, daisies, violets and other flowers, they were skipping daintily about the greensward when the chiefs cow--a Hereford--obtruded. She began lunching on the garlands. The girls screamed. Some of the braver cried "Shoo," it is alleged. Sh^ was loping after a couple of dancers whose costumes had not been denuded when the chief appeared. "Soo, Lucy! Soo, Lucy!" he cried coaxlngly, maneuvering the fliwer alongside her. She stopped. The chief extracted a sturdy rope from his tool kit, tied It about her neck, and attached the other end to the rear axle of the flivver. Lucy wagged her tail contentedly. Lucy Sat Down. Then he cranked the flivver, leaped in, coaxed the accelerator, and was off--for a few feet only. Lucy had sat down. / The chief eased into low speed and moved forward with an Imperceptible but twenty-two horse-power motion. Lucy declined to second the motion. Off Corns 1 1FREEZ0NE Hawk and Weasel Fight. While going through the woods M an English estate the other day, a gamekeeper had his attention drawn by loud screeching proceeding from a clearing. On proceeding to the spot to Investigate he noticed a big graybacked cfow fly up from the ground, where bundles of fur and feathers appeared to be locked in combat. On going close he perceived that a hawk was endeavoring to retain possession of two mlde, which It had fixed with Its talons, while a weasel was worrying the hawk, which, however, retained Its quarry. The fight ceased when the contestants became aware of the keeper's presence. Evidently the crow and weasel were determined that the hawk should not becotne a food bog. Attainable Goal. So wlkat Is your star to be like? b it worth going after good and hard? You don't want a star of a Job or life work that Is so tenuous the points will roll up and refuse to be pasted down as a sensible and effective decoration and insignia of what you represent You don't want it to be so "fat" and material that all spiritual and ethical manifestations are lacking, and you don't want it to be so far away that it's out of reefh--in fact, you want just a good, sizable star that is attainable by strong, steady determination and one that will shine brightly through every setback and discouragement-- Pittsburgh Leader. His Gift. "Did old man Flint give you anythtlng for your society for the poor?" "Oli, yes; he gave' me a smile of approval. That doesnt cost anything." v When a man Is down In the world he gets many more kicks than boost*. ^ . Lucy Had Sat Down. ;; Thycfilef wiped his brow, stopped the engine, and got out He cut a switch from a campus maple. He flicked Lucy lightly on the withers. She arose. Another flick. She walked In f*ont of the car. The chief transferred the rope from the rear to the front axle. He shortened it Just sufficiently for Lucy's rear feet to clear the car. Then, without starting the engine, he climbed aboard, flicked J-acjr pily and commanded: iV • V "Hi, boss! Hi!" C ~ ' Their progress was slo#"T»Ut surfe. From the campus to the station is three miles. They started at noon and got there at 6--Six hours flat/ KILLED BY DASH ON UGHT Hundreds of Birds* Bewildered by ire of Lighthouse, Perish at Racine. Racine, Wis.--Hundreds of birds, embracing every species known in this climate, were killed by flying against the Wind Point light north of the city. The bright glare through the fog apparently bewildered the birds, causing them to dart against It. The lighthouse grounds were liter ally covered with the brilliant colored little corpses. Shot Child D«ad, Then Klttsd Own Setf. Carbondnle, Pa.--Without provocation Thomas Miller. 10 years old, fired a bullet Into the brain of Francis Nolan, 10, and then went to his own home, where he barricaded himself In his room and committed suicide. . ijiii-i n J. Captive Rattlesnake Poisons Self. Eugene, Ore.--After five days of captivity in a store window, a large rattlesnake^ placed on exhibition here after its capture, committed suicide by sinking Its poisonous fangs Inta Its own body. Doesn't hurt a bit! Drop a iittlf "Freezone" on an aching corn, instantJJr that corn stops hurting, thfen shortly you lift It tight off with fingers. Truly.! Your druggist sells a tiny bottle <jf "Freezone" for a few cents, sufficient fi * remove every hard corn, soft corn, dtf ' corn between the toes, and the callusei, without soreness or Irritation. Edna's Conscience Clea^T-; "Don't you think you ought fetk/ afc . home like a good girl sometimes anil let mother go to the theater? Don't you think mother likes to have fui, 4 Just the same as you?" Thus a strati* gic aunt addresesd her tearful nietid ' of six, who had protested when sh* saw her mother laying out an evening dress. The argument appealed to Ed* na's reason. She ceased to weep ao0 considered the justice of the proposal. Then, having thought It out, she lifted v , up her voice again in wails. jj "No. sir, auntie, I, now, have d0« it I've done the best I could. ThllL now, morning I tried to make mothjf have some fun. I want her to! So I asked her and asked her to go wad* ing with roe. And she .wouldn't"-- New York Evening Post. Not Always. ^ "Worth," in proper names, Ml tft Kenilworth, Edgworth. etc., signlfiM that the town stands on a tongue if . land. All the troubles of the world are born with wlnjrs---Mary E. Wllklns. 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