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Oo»rrt--»I--». -- . v/ j ,W?' • "MURDERED!" STNOPSm.-At Thornton Flalrchttd'S death hK ton Robert h«fn» tliure has been a dark period In hte father's life which for almost thirty years has caused him suflertnsr. The secret is hinted at In a document left by th® elder Fa(rcirid. which also Informs Robert lie Ik now owner of a mining claim in Colorado, and advising htm to see Henry Heamlsh, a lawyer. Beamish tells Robert his claim, a silver mine, is at Ohadi, thlrtjrcisht miles from Denver. He also warns him asainst a certain man, •Squint" Rodaine. his father's enemy. Robert decides t<* go to Ohadl. On the road to Ohadl from Denver Fairchild assists a girl apparently in a frensy of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she has left, the sheriff and a posse appear, in pursuit of a bandit. FairchlM. bewildered, misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadi Fairchild is warmly greeted by "Mother" Howard, boardinghouse keeper, for his father's sake. Krom Mother Howard Fairchild learns something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Sissie" I-arsen. his father's coworker In the mine. He meets the girl he had assisted, but she denies her identity. She is Anita Richmond. Judge Richmond's daughter Visiting his claim. Fairchild is shadowed by a man he recognises from descriptions as "Squint" Rodaine. Back in Ohadi. his father s old friend, Harry Harkins, a Qprrishman. summoned from Ehgfttnd by Beamish to help Fairchild. hails Mm with Joy. The pair find the mihe flooded and haw* not sufficient funds to have it-pumped dry. l^ater in the day "Squint" Rodaine announces t>at h- practically saw Harkins fall into the flooded mine, and evidently is drowned. Harkins being a general favorite, the entire population turns out to clear the flooded mine. When the work Is practically done. Harry appears. It had been a shrewd trick, and the men take it as a good Joke. Fairchild learns that Judge Richmond Is dying, and that he and Anita are in the power of the Rodaines. They begin, as partners, to work the mine. In their hearts' both fear Larson was killed by Thornton Fairchild and his body buried by a cave-in which destroyed the mine. At the "Old Times Ball" Fairchild dances with Anita, to the discomfiture of Maurice Rodaine, son of "Squint." supposed to be engaged to the girl. A bandit holds up the dance and shoots a merrymaker. Maurice Rodaine claims he recognised the bandit as Harkins. The latter is arrested. Fairchild interferes to save Anita from the bullying of the two Rodaines, and is mystified at Anita's apparent ingratitud •. Fairchild puts up the claim as bond, and secures Harry's release from Jail. They are offered f.Vi.OOO for the t-laim, by an unknown party, but agree to disregard it. Clearing the mine, they come to where they fear to And Larsen's remains. a tiny hole showed, darker than th« surrounding refuse. There was Joy n Harry's voice as be mode a momentary survey. "It's fairly dry be'ind there," he announced. "Otherwise we'd have been scrambling around in water up to*our necks. We're lucky there, any'ow.** Again the attack and again the hole widened. At last Harry straightened. "We can go In nof," came finally. "Are you willing to go with me?" "You mean--?" But Harry stopped him. * "Let's don't talk abqvt it tilt we 'ave to. Come on." Silently they crawled through the openlng.^ihe silt and,fine rock rattling about them as they did so, to come upon fairly dry earth on the other side, and to start forward. Suddenly, J r- CHAFTER XI 1* ' They started forward then, making jfeV V:#*'%helr way through the slime and silt j , i* the drift flooring, slippery and wet fljt, t*1 'roni years of flooding. On--on--they $%•'* ** 1 •tinned. ^r--> ^ v / . Progress had become impossible. Bep*. fore them, twisted and torn and piled ; - ^ ^ Hbout in muddy confusion, tlie tim- V^" ^ l>er8 of the mine suddenly showed in t * ' P®rfect barricade, supplanted from by piles of muck and rocky .1, refuse which left no opening to the %' ^ £ «*hamb«r of the stope beyond. Harcarbide went high In the air. and ' tie slid forward, to stand a moment thought before the obstacle. At j'7 -p'a<*p after place he surveyed it. finally S7*-"'*® ,urn wirh * shrug at bis shoulders. ; "It's going to mean niore'n a month /Mof the 'ardest kind of work. Boy," came •" v his final announcement. " 'Ow it could -/ave caved in like that Is more than IMihllfe* kno1^ p® rare- we timbered It .'* jrood." \ T : Ther® was only one thing to do-- ^ i *arn Fifteen minutes more and "Sy % they were on the surface, making IT. T' \lC"*helr P'an*; projects which entailed rii work from morning until night for ., :toany a day to come. Harry reached jfi" 'V 'Hi, for a new ax and indicated another. ' "We'll cut ties first," he announced. &NW* And 11,08 began the weeks of effort, fc- ip"^week8 !n wl,lch they worthed with ft* ,crude appliances; weeks in which they dragged the heavy stulls and other <*£7 ( timbers Into the tunnel and then low- %'K ' .-f:. t: ered them down the shaft to the drift. , HV two hundred feet below, only to follow ,.<? \ them in their counterbalanced bucket jjjT* ' •,5'i'.\-and laboriously pile them along the sides of the drift, there to await use & • • later on. Weeks in which they worked te, ' " " " fev - &?.' = tore down loose portions cf the hang- Ill- wal1 to '«"» a roadbed for their .--.new train. out the muck and with their gad hooks It was a slow, galling progress, but tbey kept at It. Gradually the tram line began to take shape, pieced together from old po tions 6t the track which still lay In the drift and suppie- • roented by others bought cheaply at th«t graveyard of miner's hopes--the Junk yard in Ohadi. At last It was jfiiS ; finished; the work of moving the heavy timbers became easier now as they were shunted onto the small tram truck from which the body had been MVi dismantled and trundled along the rails to the cave-in. there to he piled to readiness for their use. And flnal- -jM* |y A P,ck swung in the air. to give ,orth 8 ohnnk-v. "macklng sound, as It '#?%•<. struck water-softene«l. spongv wood The attack against the enve-fn had 1^ gun. A foot at a time tlie.v tore away IP* the old- broken- splintered timbers and !>„_ the rocky reftiso which lay piled b.- ^4," hind each shivered beam: only to stop carry away the muck, and then rebuild! t Cold and damp, in the moist air of the 19 tunnel they labored, hut there was a Joy In It all. Down here they could forget Squint Rodnkie nnd his chalkyfaced son; down here tliey could feel that they were working t.m,ird a goal and lay aside the handicap, which humans might put In their Day after day of labor and the Indentation upon the cave-in grew from a matter of feet to one o yards A TlM'n'88 Hwutfg his pick, he lurched forward and went to his krtees. "|-ve jr„ne through!" he announced in happy surprise. "!>». gone through. We're at the end of it!" tip went PnJrcbllil'R carjdde. Where Pl<* will hui^K in the rockv loofc-Thert-bOvcr by tha f«>t. wall!" t as they walked along, Harry took the lead, holding his lantern far ahead of him. with one big hand behind it, as though for a reflector. Thetf, just as suddenly, he turned. ' "Let's go out," came shortly; "Why?" "It's there!" In the light «f the lantern. Harry's face was white, his big lips livid. "I^et's go--" But Fairchild stopped him. "Harry," he said, and there was determination in his voice, "if It's there --we've got to face it. Don't you think that certain people would make an Investigation If we should. hnppen to quit the mine now?" "The Rodaines!" ' * "Exactly. And how much worse would It be for them to tell the news --than for us!" "Nobody 'as to tell It--" Harry was staring /it his carbide flare--"there's a wye." "Buk we pan't take it, Harry. In my father's letter was the statement that he made only one mistake--that of fear. I'm going to believe him-- nnd In spite of what I find here. I'm going to hold him innocent, and I'm going to be fair and square and aboveboard about it all. There's nothing on my conscience--and I know that if my fnther had not made the mistake of running away when he did. there would have been nothing on> his.n Harry shfKtk his head. ^ "*E couldn't do much else, Boy. Rodaine was stronger in . ome ways then than he is now. That was in different days. That was in times when Squint Rodaine conld 'ave gotten a 'undred men together quicker'n a cat's wink and lynched a man without 'Im 'aving a trial or anything. And If I'd been your father, I'd 'ave done the same as 'e did. I'd 'ave Tin, too--'e'd 'ave paid for it with 'Is life if 'e didn't, guilty or not guilty. And--" he-looked sltarply toward the younger man-- "you say to go on.?" "Go on.** said Fairchild. and he spoke the words between tightly clenched teeth. Harry turned his light before him, and once more shielded it with his big hand. A step--t.wo, then: ' ' t "Look--thCTtV :: ttH footwall !" • ' • • Fairchild forced his eyes in the direction designated and stared intently. At first It appeared only like a succession of disjointed, broken stones, lying In straggly fashion along the footwall of the drift where it widened Into the sfope, or upward slant on rhe vein. Then, It came forth clearer, the thin outlines of something which clutched at the heart of Robert Fairchild, which sickened hiin, which caused him to fight down a sudden, panicky desire to shield his eyes and to run--a heap of age-denuded bones, the scraps of a miner's costume still clinging to them, the heavy shoes protruding in comically tragic fashion over bony feet; a. huddled, cramped skeleton of a human being! ; They could only stand and stare at It--this reminder f a tragedy of a quarter of a century agone. Their lips refused to utter »he words tl^t strove to travel past them; they werl^ two men dumb, dumb through a dis^ covery which they had forced themselves to face, through a fact which they hoped against, each more »«• less silently, yet felt sure must, sooner or later, come before them. And now it was here. And this was the reason that twenty yejtrs before Thornton Fairchild. white, jrrim. had sought the aid of Harry and of Mother Howard. Tli's was the reason that a woman had played the part of a man. to all appearances only one of three dlsap pointed miners seoklng a new field. And yet-- "t know what you're thinking." It was Harry's voice, strangely hoarse and weak. "I'm thinking the same, thing. But It mustn't be. Dead men don't always meap they've died--in a wye to cast reflections on the man that was with 'em. Do you get what I mean? You've said--"*and he looked hard into be cramped, suffering of Robert Fairchild-- "that you were So 'm I. We don't know. Boy, whatf went on "ere. And we've got to 'ope for the best." Then, whiie Fairchild stood motionless and silent, the big Cornlshman forced himself forwa$0> to stoop by the sl<Je of the heap of bones which once had represented a man, to touch gingerly the clothing, and then to bend nearer and hold his carbide close to some object which Falrchilu could not see. At last he rose and with old, white features, approached his partner. "The appearances are against us." came quietly. "There's a 'ole In 'Is •kull that a Juryil say was made by • single Jack. It'll seem like some one 'ad killed 'im, nnd then caved 111 the mine with a box of powder. But 'e's gone. Boy--yoor father--I mean. 'E can't defend 'imself. We've got to take 'Is part." "Maybe--" Fairchild was grasping at /the final straw--"maybe it's not the person we believe It to be at ail. It might be somebody else--who had come in here and set *off a charge of powder by accident and--" But the shaking of Harry's head Stitlod the momentary ray of hope. "No. I looked. There was a watch --all covered with mold and mildewed. I pried it open. !t's got. Larsfip'« muue inside!" CHAPTER *11. - Again there was a long moment of silence, while Harry stood pawing at his mustache and while Robert Fairchild sought to summon the strength to do the tiling which was before him. All the soddenness of the old days had come back to him, ghosts which would not be driven away; memories of a time when he was the grubbing, though willing slave of a vlctinf of fear--of a man whose life had been wrecked through terror of the day when intruders would break their way through the debris, and when the discovery would be made And it had remained for Robert fairchild, the ata. to find the hidden secret, for him t® come upon the thing which had caused the agony of nearly thirty years of suffering, for him to face the alternative of again placing that gruesome find into hiding, or to square his shoulders before the world nnd tak« tlje consequences. % There was no time to lose in making his decision. Beside him stood Harry, t in th* appar- At& 'faey asked questions. They cornered 'Harry, they shot their queries at him one after another. But Harry wtui adamant. "I ain't got anything to sy« 1 And there's an end to it!" Late that night, as they were engaged at their usual occupation of relating the varied happenings of the day to Mother Howard, there came a knock at the door. Instinctively, Fairchild bent toward her: Your name's out of this--as long as possible/' She smiled in her mothering, knowing way. Then she opened the door, there to find a deputy from the sheriff's office. "They've impanel >d a Jury up at the courthouse," he announced. "The coroner wants Mr. Fairchild and Mr. Ilarklns to come up there and tell what they know about this here skeleton they found." It was the expected. The two men went forth, to find the street about the courthouse thronged, for already the news of the finding' of the skeleton had traveled far, aven Into the little mining camps which skirted the town. Everywhere were black crowds under the faint street lamps. The basement of the courthouse was illuminated; and there were clusters of curious persons about the stairways. Through the throngs started Harry nnd Fairehild, only to be drawn aside by Farrell, the attorney. "Frti not going to take a part in this unless I have to," he told them. "It will look better ifor yon If It isn't necessary for me to make an appearance How do you know but what Thornton Fairchild was attacked by this-'man and forced to kill in self-defense? It's a penitentiary offense for a man to strike another, without sufficient Justification, beneath ground. And had Sissie Larsen even so much as slapped Thornton Fairchild, that man would have been perfectly Justified In killing him to protect himself. Gnlde yourselves accordingly--and I will be there only as a spectator, unless events should necessitate something else." They promised and went on, somewhat calmer In mind, to edge their way to the steps and to enter the basement of the courthouse. The coroner nnd his Jury, composed of six miners picked up haphazard along the I fern Mantly owr & silent, morose. Before him--Fair- street--according to the custom of child closed his eyes In an attempt to shut out the sight of It. But still It was there, the crumpled heap of tattered clothing and human remains, the awy, heavy shoes still shielding the flcshlcss bones of,the feet. He turned blindly, his hands groping before" him. "Harry," he called, "Harry! Get hie out of here--I--can't stand It!" Wordlessly the big man came to his side. Wordlessly they made the trip back to the hole in rhe cave-in and then followed the trail of new-iaid track to the shaft. Up--up--the trip seemed endless as they Jerked and pulled on the weighted tope, that their shaft bucket might travel to the surface. Then, at the mouth of the tunnel, Robert Fairchild stood for a long time staring out over the soft hills and the radiance of the snowy range, far away. It gave hi«i a new strength, a new determination.. Ills eyes brightened with resolution. Then he turned to the faithful Harry, waiting in the background. There's no use trying to efvndc anything, Harry. We've got to face the music. Will you go with me to notify the coroner*-**! yon rather stay here?" ' '" "I'll go." . ' Silently they trudged Into town and to the little undertaking shop which also served as the office of the coroner. They made their report, then accompanied the officer, together with the sheriff, back to the mine nnd into tlie drift. There once more they clambered through the hole In the cave-in and on foward the beginning of the stope. And there they pointed out their discovery. A wait for. the .remainder of that day--a day that seemed ages long, a day In which Robert Fairchild found himself facing the <. litor of the Bugle, and telling his story, Harry beside hltn. But he told inly what he had found, nothing o. tbe past, nothing of the white-haired man who had waited by the window, cringing at the slightest sound on the old, vine-clad veranda, nothing of the letter which he had found in the dusty safe. Nothing wfca asked regarding jhat; uothlng could be gained by telling it. In the heart of Robert Fairchild was the conviction that somehow, some way, his father was Innocent, and In his brain was a determination to fight for that innocence as long i s 't was humanly possible. But gossip told what be did not. There were those who remembered the departure of Thornton Faircoroners in general--were already present. So was every person who possibly could cram through the doors of the big room. To'them all Fairchild paid little attention--all but three. They were ^>n a back seat In the long courtroom--Squint Rodaine and his son, chalkier, yet blacker than ever, while between them sat an old woman with white hair which straggled altout her cheeks, a woman with deep-set eyes, whose hands wandered now nnd then vaguely before her; a wrinkled woman, fidgeting about on her seat, watching with craned neck ^mfB-jphn-..stuffed their way Within 1 Crazy Laur*. the already era-tuned room, etM never still, her lipa moving constantly, as though mumbling some neverending rote. Fairchild stared at her, then turned t<* Harry. • "Who's that with the Rodaines?" Harry looked Xurtiv#^ r,"Crazy Laura--his wife." ' *• <: « , : » "But--" "And she ain't ftrr *nyth!ng good!" Harry's voice bore a tone of nervousness. "Sqnlnt Rodaine don't even recognlxe 'er on the street--much' less appear In company with 'er. Something's 'appening!" FARMER JUST RAKED OUT FISH *- Truthful Old' Gentleman Recalls to Mind a Catch That Was Really Wirth While. til was Just such a d|iy *§ this." said tfip-'old fl.-dicwmn. "There was n wfw-in drizzly rain fulling, with alight \\ind from t!u> a nioet favorable liny to Ksh. it was down on the sou* ii fork aioi.g l»« thp late Ninettes that I made flt»» his catch." "How r..a»y did yon get?",I asked, ns I moved m.v etiair closer, so as not to miss any of the story. "Well, it was no use to try to count them." said the old ttahennau. as he retilled bis plf»e. "1 was raking hay down on a big meadow near).he river, when a big school of salmon trout came up. so I Just drove hack and forth across the river and raked thenout, you could see piles of fish tor miles on t-otb njdes of the river." "That sure tuust have been some big school of fish." I remarked. "Well, that was the most ftsh I ever seen." he said as he tilted back In his chair end crossed his legs. •'They had to put In new pjers under all the bridges on th* river; those fish had completely worn, them jff when a*.*** •*** *V9r "Were. there any very Mg o^mI" I asked. "Well, yes." drolled the old man, "some of the larmers along the river used the backbones of the largest ones to stake their beans on." "I suppose the riS.s formed a ladder t'» gather tlie beans with," I said. "Yes, that's right." salt? the. old man as he plodded down the hill.--Washington Star ut . 'f4- 'A< Horsepower of Human VMm,- ft %an discovered some years ago »y a French tnvestiguior, who published the results of his experiments in the Journal de Physique tha: the average male, speaking tor (ne hour, expends sufficient energy to enable him, in another sphere «v«rk. u» lift a two-pound weight 40 inches from the ground every minute. But that is only one-fifth ot the energy «vHsted b.v a typical tub-thumping open-air speaker, who might as easily be lifting coal from tlie floor to his tthoUIder. The female voice, however. Is of quite a different caliber, for 'Its mechanism reauires so little horsepower to operate that • woman can, it is asserted, talk four times as long and four times as easily as a .man for the same expenditure of energy. -.LT ' l*. ^ --*V »>,< !t ki**W "Oyess, oyea, oycx!" fr was the bailiff, using a regular district-court introduction of the' fact that an inqftest was about to.be held. The crowded room sighed and settled. The coroner stepped forward. "We are gathered here tonight to Inquire into the deatii of a man supposed to be L. A. Larsen, commonly called 'Sissie,' whose skeleton was found today in the Blue Poppy mine. As sworn and trpe members of the coroner's Jury, I charge and command you In the great name of the sovereign state of Colorado, to do your full duty in arriving at your verdict.** The Jury, half risen from the chairs, some with their left hands held high above them, some with their right, swore In mumbling tones to do their duty, whatever that might be. The coroner surveyed the assemblage. First witness," he called out; "Harry Harkins!" Harry went forward, clamslly seeking the witness chair. He was questioned regarding nothing more than the mere finding of the body, the identification by means of the watch, and the notification of the coroner. Fairchild was called, to suffer no more from the queries of the investigator than Harry. There was a pause. It seemed that the Inquest was over. A few people began to move toward the door--only to halt. The coroner's voice had sounded again: "Mrs. Laura Rodaine!" Prodded to her feet by the squinteyed man beside her, she rose 'and, laughing in silly fashion, stumbled to the aisle, her straying hair, her ragged clothing, her big shoes and shuffling gait all blending with the wild, eerie look of her eyes, the constant munching of the almost toothless mouth. Again she laughed, in a vacant, embarrassed manner, as she reached the stand and held up her hand for the administration of the oath. Fairchild leaned close to his partner. \ "At least she knows enough for that." Harry nodded. "She knows a lot, that ole girl. Tbey say she writes down in a book everything she does every day. But what can she be 'ere to testify to?" The answer seemed to come In the questioning voice of the coroner. "Your name, please?" "Laura. Rodaine. Least, that's the name I go by. My real maiden name is Laura Masterson, and--" "Rodaina will be sufficient. Your age?" "I think It's sixty-four. If JLtyid my book I could tell. I--** ^ j "Your-book?" • . "Yes, I keep everytMnjr In a 'tooofc. But it Isn't here. I couldn't bring it." "The guess will be sufficient in this Case. You've lived here a good many years, Mrs. Rodaine?" "Yes. Around thirty-five. Let's see --yes. I'm sure it's thirty-five. My boy was born here--he's about thirty and we came here five years before that." "I believe you told me tonight that you have a habit of wandering around the hills?" "Yes, I've done that--I do it- right along--I've done it ever since my husbtihd and I split up--that was Just a little while after the boy was born--" "Sufficient. I merely wanted to establish that fact. In wandering about, did you ever see anything, twelttythree or four years ago or so. tlfit would lead you to# knbw something of the death of the man Into whose demise we are Inquiring?" "I know something. I know a lot. But I've never figured it was anybody's business but my own. So I bavefit told it. But I remember--" "What, Mrs. ilodrine?" . ,/ * "The day Sissie Larsen was supposed to leave town--that was the day he got killed." "Do you remember the date?" **!No--I don't remember that." ^•Would It be' in your book?" 1- "No--no--it wouldn't be In my book I looked." "But you remember?" "Just like as If It was yesterday.** *And what you saw--did It give yon atiy idea--•*' know what I saw." "And did it lead to any conclusion ?" "Yes." . .../ , .. . "What, may I ask?** "That somebody had tiia murdered!" v "Who--and by whom?" " Crazy Laura munched at hor teothless gums for a moment and looked again toward her husband. Then, her watery, almost colorless eyes searching, she began a survey of ° the big room, looking intently from one figure to another. On .and on--finally to reach the spot where stood Robert Fairchild and Harry, and there they stopped. A lean linger, knotted by rheumatism, darkened by sun and wind, stretched out. "Yes. I know who did It, and I know who got killed. It was 'Sissie' Larsen --he was murdered. The "man who did It was a fellow named Thornton Fairchild who owned the mine--If I ain't mistaken.* he waa the father of this young man--** "I object!" Farrell, the attorney, was on his feet and struggling forward, jamming his born-rimmed glasses Into a pocket as he did so. "This has ceased to he an Inquest; It has resolved Itself into some sort of ao. Inquisition !" "I fall to see why." The coroner had stepped down and was facing him. "Why? Why--you're Inquiring into a deat% that happened more than twenty years ago--and you're basing that inquiry upon the word of a woman who is not legally able to give testimony in any kind of a court or on any kind of a case! Have you any f urtJier evidence upon the - lines that she is going to give?" "Not directly." "Then I demand that all the testimony which this woman has given be stricken out and the " Instructed to disregard it." 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