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M* S&>i ^'•sSA"' 'Mi-* COMRADES OF '•'0m •;> By RANDALL PARRISH ••£ *Vi ;V"& '•* <«\ * ••••»• . * «„ '»' S?> : .; -v?:'. .M* - .>%• •'St-' am, OwhM lr A MoOtam * ©*. "; I -' VI f : "1^,.K *. "I HATE HER." 8ynopsts.--Tom Shelby, a rancher, (Idea Into the frontier town of Ponca, looking for a good time after a long spell of hand- work and loneliness on the rancW. Instead, he runs into a funeral--that of Dad Calkins, a retired arni^ man of v|iom little is known. A girl, still ir> her teens, survives Calkins. McCarthy, a saloon keeper and Ponce's leading citl*en, decides that the girl, now alone in the world, •nould marry. She agrees to pick out a husband from the score of men lined up in her home. To his consternation, she selects Shelby, who had gone along merely as a spectator. The wedding takes place and the cpuple set out for Shelby's ranch. With thein Is "Kid" Macklin, whom Shelby has hired as a helper. On the way the girl tells her husband' her name is Olga Oarlyn, and also tells him something of the peculiar circumstances of her life. Upon their arrival at the ranch Shelby is struck down from behind and left for dead. He recovers consciousness to find thafMacklin and his wife have gone. He starts In pursuit. He learns his wife is an helre3s, that her abduction has been carefully planned and that she has been taken to Wolves' Hole, a stronghold of the bandits and bad Indians. Reaching Wolves' Hole, he is discovered by "Indian Jo%" and forced to accompany him Into the hole. Here he claims to be one of the conspirators and is locked up pending, developments. He confides in a Mexican girl, Pancha, in love with Macklin, who intends to marry Olga. te* , CHAPTER IX--Continued. **Sl senorI know the way that others do not. I get you out, but." pas- >V 'onalel.v, "eet is not to save you. I long here--see; with Juan, my ther. I am born outlaw, yet she go ! That I resolve. If she stay I keel her. Bat 'tis easier way > her married to you, an' safe." lore Macklin?" tor," proudly, "why not? He e me; yet she come. Madre J hate her! She take my Eet shall not he. You that she go with you, an' *k any more?" I swear that. Once •e shall never come 1 soberly, impressed her passion, '"yet me?" ensively behind, her perch, lowito its former to har* "Too "SI. •ay he }«* • de Dios! . love! Sl*5 •wear, senoc,, •ever come b»< "Yes, Pancha, we are away at back." he answevev by the violence at how js that to be «ft 8he glanced applet* •till clinging tightly to orlng her voice agaia ii cautious whisper. ou. Bet is "Listen, senor; I tell y. " come, an* late now, for I wait before I what to think eet aTl owt, se I know X verra aay. Indian Joe, he had n||t . at now bad man. an' I pratti afraid. B while he sleep in there; I creep past Tis he breathe, ari'Viot wake heeia. *»er, because he Qnmk. Juan, my brofc ugo up to the cove to find Senor Bk ^ ley, an' he not be back teel morafafc. ' Tonight eet must, "be dono, an' so tl*e> "will not know I helped. Bs eet soT 1 "Yes ; I ^mdbrstand; yer have ep-| ipartuufcy tonight; but I must get away »«p 'tv>. *f,ne shall sufci>ect yer had aoy in jL" "That la eet." eagerly. "Indian Joe. be keel me If he found out; maybe>- my brother, too. I see heem keel men. quick, like that Then he laugh. So £ think; he look in here, but not to pph go lie not sure what might be. . ferhaps there was a knife under the Jted, he dropped somewhere what you found--see? Maybe you had eet hid * fj} your boot--how he know that?" "Yes. but I haven't, Pancha." • -So I know; but I breeng one--see, find she pressed the handle into his fcand. "How he know how you get eet? Eet is strong, sharp, so you cut See--there is a tree yonder; I will wait you there, an* show where you must go, so there be no trail. You come to me quick, but be -still like death. Madre de Dios! 'tis the only way." e Shft was gone before he coald protest again, vanishing into the black night so swiftly and silently he could only stare out helplessly through the bars. Yet she had left hope and determination behind. With teeth set he began the work, finding the steel blade effective against the tough hickory. *t was no light job, at that, but he plied the knife desperately, possessing some skill and unusual strength of wrist and fingers. The stakes gave way one after the other, but he was not satisfied until he enlarged the opening somewhat by removing all bark from the logs, and prying loose the box frame. This required -all of half an hour to accomplish, yet left an aperture throueh which he believed he might force his body. At that he found no room to spare; but, by venturing it head first, screwing his shoulders through one at a time, and drawing in his breath tightly, he managed to scrape painfully out of the hole, clawing at the rough outside bark for purchase, and finally coming, down face first onto the solid earth. At that, he made little noise, but his flesh smarted, and for a moment he rested where he fell, confused and panting for breath. The night was so black there in the shadow of the great hills, he could scarcely determine directions, yet the girl had pointed toward the^right, and, as soon as he could attain his feet, he advanced cautiously that way, with hands held out before him. The path was rocky and uneven, probably leaving little trace of his passage. She touched him before he was even aware of her near presence, and then she was but the dimmest outline, her face indistinguishable through the gloom. "Speak low, senor," she whispered briefly. "Come with me this way." He permitted her to lead him forward over ground sloping upward, but before they had thus advanced fifty yards. Shelby stopped, determined to question her purpose. "Where are you taking me? To Olga?" "No. senor; not now. I must leave you in safety first. Later I bring her to you. Why you ask? You not trust me?" "Yes, I trust you, Pancha; but isn't it better that I understand the plan? Then we" can work together." She drew in a quick breath impatiently, her fingers clutching at his sleeve. "Dios! this Is not time to stand and talk, senor," she burst forth, "yet listen, If not do otherwise. There Is no time left tonight in which to escape. I must be back in the house befores Indian Joe wakes, or ray brother returns. All I can hope to do is hide ynu where you not be found. Then we must plan what Is best to do." "You know where she Is?" "Si. senor; I know; yet eet will not easy to get her away. She is not be unwatched. and nothing can be tonight. I must watch and wait, done viu only be safe when Senor v i and my brother are both Macklfc away "' "ean that I am to hide out To° "v- mewbere until yonder sft, questioned. ready?" he scheme?" "There is nv Even that may a fool," she urgefc, the danger of all ti even ,y et, ,what eet u r-, oner in Wro .lv es, .h ole. rne- se men keel;• it is their only law. 1 in the water, and she had grasped his hand. "Eet Is RWift, but not deep." she said' confidently. "I have waded eet many a time. We must hurry." He took the bag of provisions and swung it across one shoulder and together they began plowing their way through the downward rush of water. It was tiresome, but they plunged steadily forward, finding the bottom firm. Shelby did not know how far they advanced, nor could he tell. In the darkness, the exact nature of their surroundings. His impression was that they were penetrating a narrow side ravine, between great overshadowing masses of outcropping stone, which Intensified the gloom. Every step took them higher above the floor of the Holte, and, at times the stream became a t veritable torrent, against which they scarcely Could make progress. The girl kept close to the rocks yon are "Is that the • other thing possible, •ail. Senor, do not be ' earnestly. "I know Me; you not realize •eans to be a prisrlsk my life to do this, and there Is bv nt °ne Alone, unak 1ed' yo" can ver. Why? 'very pass ever left "You Go on Alone From Here, Senor." Me Managed to Scrape Painfully Out of the Hole. •ifcese bars, an' when morning come jfou ate not here. Who knows how •et happen, senor? I am also asleep, an' you are gone; 'tis the mercy of Ood.- Shelby caught his fcreath to her exjaressive gestures, his fingers gripping Vae knife. , "I doubt if I con get through that JkeW," he said mournfully, "after tl*e fcans are cut. Tm pretty big." "But you must, senor; there is no 4ptber way," she Insisted impatiently. «The blade is strong, sharp; eet will > '* oat the log, bat do sot be long. i j P & > : ( S i j - J b ' t - f V . . . St i , ^ '*r ?«*"-•ii • of success. •never get out of here--m you ask. Because, senor. > is under guard; they arer*» open." "Then how are we to go?" "Along a path known only to v11?- self and one other, senor. A your<S Indian found eet by accident and contided his secret to me! He come, and went that way for a year, but no one else know. Once he took me half way to top; eet is rough, yet can be followed. Now you see I am right?" "I have no choice; I owe you my life already." "Then do as I say, senor. I will leave you where yoti can never be found. I have food here In this sack. You must wait there hidden until «-ome. Eet may be a day, two days, three days; that make no difference You have my pledge that I will bring iter. I do not lie. Then you will dp this, as I say?" "Yes. Pancha.' "Graclas! eet will be at night when we come, and you will have to climb those rocks in the dark. You will need stout hearts for that trip; but eet is better to risk than stay here an' die, <enor. Now I tell you--Indian Joe will believe you found that knife, and <-ut your way out alone; he will try to follow, an' he Is like wolf on the trail, tie will not believe you can get away; my brother is grv.t tracker, an' they think eet easy tf> rua you jdown. Me fool them, senoft" j •But how? they will surely see your footprints." Mine!" she laughed softly. "Not to ever know them, senor--see; eet Is man's boot I wear, and scarcely have stepped off solid rock. Now we go to the stream yonder, and then wade up through the water. There will be no trail Let us not wait, senor." The man followed without a word, towhing her with one hand in guidance. They were upon a crest of solid rock, worn smooth by the ages, and so advanced unchecked for a hundred feet, until the ridge suddenly terminated at the bank of a narrow stream. A single step, and both were standing on the right, and struggled forward bravely, never loosening her grasp on his hand. Meeting as he must the stronger sweep of the current, Shelby felt the strain, and was glad when she finally came to a halt "Eet's here," she said, "a few steps more, and I leave you. The greatest danger is my not getting back In time." There was an opening In the solid rock of the wall, a mere creTlce, so concealed by tangled shrubbery as to be Invisible even In daylight. How she had recognized the spot In that, darkness was a mystery; through the sense of feeling probably, for her hands instantly parted the Interlaced branches, and she crept through them with Shelby, on his hands and knees, close behind. They emerged Into a gulch, as though some giant ax of the gods had cleaved <he very face of the cliff, a gulch dry, scarcely four feet in width, rock walled <m either side, and almost a tunnel because of stunted growth, where dwarf oaks had found some lodgment in cracks and crevices. Pancha stopped, breatfifog' heavily from the exertion of the clittib. "You go on alone frooi here, senor," she instructed, the word* panting between her lips. "There J» nothing to do hot follow the gulch. A hundred' yards and there' is an opening at the right, a snia'il cave. You will feel eet with yotrr hand. You need have no fear t& enter, and no one can ever find you there: That Is where yon will wait until1 I come." Shelby tried In vain to distinguish ber outlines; he coald only be sure of her presence by the voice. "Do not use-anv fire," she went on warningly, "or show yourself by daylight. They will aeekr you, and watch these -cliffs. Eet may "be several days before I will dare acf; you must be patient. When we come I will !bring arms, but I didn't date tonch any tonight." "You will not tell me wfcere my wife is being held?" "What good, senor I Tow could aid her not at all. There Is nt» great harm coming to her yet. Sacrtftf*! why yon worry about her? I briar her with, me; did I not promise?" "Yes, I trust you, PuncN*." he wmM warmly, "and will do Just what ywi." 3ay. But--but, don't you iswlersta~!? If *i knew where she was I would feel better." * She laughed almost scorivhrlly. "Bah! what the difference, senor? You not know if I told you>. But 'tis> not far away; perhaps by daylight you might see eet from itp there; a log house all alone under the bio*. Yet you lie hid, senor, and trust all to me. "I have promised that." "Good, senor; I will go." She drew h^f hand away, and he knew she was gone, although no move- | ment of her figure could be distinguished. Shelby swung the bag of provisions again to his shoulder, and began feeling his way blindly forward. He had retained the knife, with which he had effected escnpe from the cabin, and, although the point of the blade had been broken, he did not feel entirely unarmed. There was no possibility for him to lose the way, the unbroken walls shutting him tightly in, so that even the star-decked sky was invisible, while the path he must follow led almost dizzily upward. It was boulder-strewn, and he fell twice, yet tolled steadily on, never permitting hla hand to leave the guidance of the wall to the right; and carefully testing the placing 6t each foot in fear of some pitfall. He coald neither judge time nor distance, yet It was long before light came Into the sky, when he finally clambered over a roc* barrier across the path, and came upon a shelf of stone, the left wall of this strange cavern abruptly disappearing. Fearful of what precipice might yawn there, as soon as he again attained his feet Shelby flattened himself- against the one rock front remaining, scarcely daring to venture forward more than an inch or so at a time. A few feet brought him to the cave's mouth, a mere hole, scarcely wide or hlgh> enough to receive his bo^y. He explored the black Interior to the length of his arms, finding it larger within than at the entrance. She Insisted there was no danger, and the silence seemed to prove the place contained no inhabitant. Doubtless the open shelf of rock would be exposed- to view from the valley below with fhe first flush of flay. To avoid discovery he must creep in out of sight. This was accomplished without difficulty, the floor being fairly level, and the roof rising so that he could almost stand erect. Shelby explored every inch of the space, knife in hand, and not entirely satisfied until the task was completed. It was only a box of a place, less than fifteen feet long, and perhaps half as wide, narrowing at the top, as though in some great cataclysm of past ages two masses of rock had been hurled together, leaving this little Jog between. It was hot In there, and Shelby, dragging after him the bag of provisions, removed his coat.^ A few moments later he rolled It into the form of a pillow, and lay down, staring up at the black vault. He could think now, recall all that had occurred so swiftly, and weave this and that together. He had acted recklessly; there was no doubt of that. No one but a blind fool would have ever ventured alone Into this place to free a prisoner. He should have ridden to Ponca, and called upon his friends for help; perhaps he might even have been able to obtain the services of a trpop of cavalrymen from the fort down below--the major knew him and would believe his stbry. Why hadn't he dooe this? Why had he been so rash, an£ bull-beaded? The answer flashed Into his mind, as though some voice had spoken--It was love of Olga Carlyn I He knew it Instantly; made no further effort to deceive himself. Lying there In that black sllenc.e, staring blindly upward, he saw the woman again as plainly as though In the flesh--saw her, and knew that he loved her. Her eyes smiled at him, with such wistfulness In their depths; there was nothing sullen about her expression any longer; she was all woman. and--he loved her. He covered his eyes with an arm, and rolled over. God ! wasn't there anything he could do bnt wait? He felt wild to' act; to accomplish something; to strike some definite blow in her behalf. His wife! She was his wife--Olga Carlyn! It meant much to him now. How deathly still It was; how terribly dark. He felt hot and stifled there In the cave, yet did not move, or change his position, and so he finally fell asleep. place wftere Olga was confined was visible from this spot. Cou'd this be It? He stared down a long while, bnt without reward. Yet there seemed to be mach passing and repassing along the main valley; black, Ill-defined figures of men on horseback almost constantly visible. He was surprised at the number, never having supposed that this colony of outlaws was so numerous. Another thing, while he could not clear* ly distinguish such small objects at that distance, the majority of these riders had the appearance .of being Indians. Could they be Sioux warriors gathered here In preparation for some raid on the exposed settlements? or was it possible that the troops had already struek, and drtven the remnants of scattered war parties into this Hole for refuge? In either case {heir presence in such numbers rendered his own position so much more precarious, and increased the danger surrounding Olga. He felt that, inspite of his pledge to the Mexican girl,: he could not remain in his hiding place quietly, without endeavoring to learn more of what had actually occurred during the night. Indeed he could perceive no reason; why he should remain entirely Inactive. At the very best she could ac-; complish nothing before night, and' had held out very little hope for even then. There were no signs that he 4' was being sought after down below. It might be that in the excitement of? other happenings, his escape had been considered as of minor Importance; that Indian Joe„ convinced that he could never get out of the Hole unobt1 served, took no Immediate interest in trailing him. What was the use, when; he mast eventually surrender? ft would be a simple matter to steal cautiously down through that deep clefti in the rocks, as far, at least, as the* stream below. He would be Concealed all the way, and once there, bidden securely among those thick bushes, he might then learn what was actually occurring. It would be far better foi him to know. Besides, this would be no disloyalty to Pancha; even if she sought him fie would still be in the path she musf follow, and, so long as he remained undiscovered, just where he was concealed could make no possible difference. The argument satisfied his mind, beoiuse he felt hie must act; must make eome effort of his own. "See; touch me. Yor thought (TO BE CONTINUED.) BEING FAT IS REAL TRAGEDY CHAPTER X. The Darkness of the Cabin. It was broad daylight'--a dull gray within the small cave, btrt bright sunshine without--when Shelby aroosed himself, and looked about In an Instant of bewilderment. As1 the truth of his situation reatwerted Itself, he sat np, conscious of stiffness in every jWnt, yet reinvlgorated by several hears of rest. He faced a day of Inactivity, a hard demand1 upon a man of Ids temperament, anti he was a» slov as possible <xver \a meager breakfast,. his eyes coatlnualiy wandlerlng towaanf the narrow opening, as his mind' again reviewed the occurreaces of the fifty before. WnafiPy, unable to'resist the temptation longer, he ventured to• thrust lis head tfincmgh the entrance- to learn something arwre definite as t» his su»- rounrllngsK AIT he eotiW perceive wa» the shelf of rock, wltli a conaidembl® coping aborot fts outer edge, together , with a few feet of fhe descending?! trail. Otr tffce other hssd a new cieftr' appeared'.flu fhe front o# the oHT overshadowing- Mm, and He suspicioned that the parth be had? followed the* night prevforw continued iipwrard^-* was, perhaps, that secre* pasmgeway which Pftnrfla had saidMed finally to»it d*8**"*- , the top of tfte gorge, and'along which | of the chief means of . she planned t» guide VMt future e»-jcation. 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Comfltfen That rmttea The bubonic plagne a borrows In places where the sanitary condition*, are bad, sometimes in the mountains,, wherever the drainage Is poor, the atr fool, the soil saturated with filth, and the h«use9 mean and overcrowded. Those who nse proper hygienic precautions are not likely to get the disease, those who ltve amid good or relatively good sanitary surroundings have set* <fom been Its vfetlros. It la a germ Rats and other rodents are Prominent Western s Man Praises Tanlac >M. 'Mi G. W. Logan, Peabody, ffwwii "Tanlac has completely restored my health and I feel finer than in years," was the straightforward statement made recently by Mr. George W. L6gan of Peabody, Kansas, one of the most prominent stock-dealers in the Middle West "It has not only made a new man of me but I have actually gained thirty-five pounds In weight and feel as well as I ever did in my life. I am telling all of my friends about Tanlac, but they can see for themselves what it has done in my case. \ "When I began taking Tanlac I was fn an awfully run-down condition. I was away off in weight, felt weak and nervous all of the time and couldn't take any Interest In my work or anything else. My mala trouble was indigestion. Nothing seemed to agree with me. At times I would have dizzy spells and at other times my back would ache so bad that I could hardly get up and down In my chair. Thii Is just the condition I was In when I started to take this medicine. It took just six bottles to make a well man of me. t now have a fine appetite, everything tastes goQd and my digestion is perfect. "My wife was also troubled with indigestion at times and it relieved her the same way. You may publish my statement wherever yoa like and If anyone donbts It, just tell then* to see me." * Tanlac Is sold by leadiag druggists eyerywhere. 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"•Oh,' said Jock, still more gloomfly. •there's mair than enough for a' the palrrltch I have.'" . -f»iaye to Be -Prudent*', A. certain motion picture pwxloror declares that one of the funniest Incidents in his experience happened during the prodftctkwi of a recent picture. The night watchman at the studio In Culver City, aidVerthsed In all local newspapers to trade Ms big pup far any kind of a small dog. "What'a the nutter wltfc that beJir asked Lfeyd Hamilton. "I teil yoo," said the watchman. "My dog--he figtts alt the time. Setae day he lick Mr. Lehmoa'a dog aad then I get fired'." - A "Who prve her ding?" "Nobody, herself away." away at M She simply threw HARO TO EXPLAIN POISONING Scientists Unable to Tell Why Bitea of Some Animate Are Fatal and Others Innocuous. Scientists in Great Britain have been greatly interested In the recent case of a monkey bite resulting in the death of the king of Greece, says a London dispatch. The result is that a study is being made of the effects ot bites from various animals. Inasmuch as the monkey Is what is known as a "clean feeder," It seems extraordinary that the bite of such an animal should produce the fatal poisoning of a human being. It does not. however, appear that the malignancy of an animal's bite can be measured by what it feeds upon. A dog is a carnivorous creature, yet Its bite seldom produces serious results,. while on the other hand the bite of a horse or a donkey frequently results In poisoning. Only a few weeks ago a woman died from being bitten by a donkey, while a man lost a hand through being nipped.«a the thumb by p horse Great Expectations. Loutse--Clara has absurd Ideas life. Julia--Does she expect her flowers to look like those In seed catalogues? Louise--No, but she has married a professional humorist and she expects him to be fanny around the house.-- Judgfe Hie Conclusion. "So she refused you^" "That's the impression I received** "Didn't she actually say no?" "No, site didn't. All she said waSb •Ha-ha-bal'" Cupid has enslaved thousands^ refuses ta be enslaved himself. Trouble is something that generally visits us without warning. cape. shelf there was nothing- but sky visible, and. Metering the coping would; conceal hi» mwementsi fro<n observation below. STwtfby pus&ed "liiw way out through ttte opening, and' evept o» hands and'Knees to Wlara h* cautiously could gaRe over. He was higher up en the- cliff tl»ar> he had i*evfously realfzert, althoagh Its precipitins front, yet towered menacingly adore. The vltew below was like that «t a distant picture. Its details Indfttfnct. He fett no longer any special *ar of being observed, however, aad leaned far enongh forward to* see dearly up and down the broad valley. 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