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'S'- ' . O J J ' "1 -1 m #1 Vs* (i .*?• The Strange Cttsm of mTb* TWtrtf* Olwfi" 1 :'^W JfSyl olMrtbi?y oEfttcb. % i * • ? tepjrighl tgr RaiwWI Ptidik MMNpk -'fefci; & Ml: •THAT'S AUt.» A'j ' "'M'K SjW^Wta. - Frederick CartiMlah, New York man of wealth, receives a letter from an old friend, Jim Westcott, urging him to come at once to Colorado. Deciding to go. he employs a lawyer, Patrick Enright, to draw up a will leaving most of his estate t$ charity, with a mere pittance to John Cavendish, liis cousin and only relative, a dissolute youth. That night Frederick Cavendish is murdered In his apartments. No will being found, John Cavendish Inherits the estate. Two months later Knright Informs John Cavendish of the existence of the will and offers, for |100,000, to say nothing ot' it. John agrees. Stella Donovan, newspaper writer, learns from Frederick Cavendish's valet that ho Is not satisfied the body found was that of his employer. She Is directed by Farrlss, city editor of the Star, to follow up °the case. Stella learns of the will Enright had drawn up, also of John Cavendish's Infatuation for Celeste Le Rue, chorus girl. A conversation Stella overhears between Celeste and John Cavendish convinces her Frederick Cavendish is alive, the victim of a conspiracy engineered by Enrlght to secure his fortune, and that Celeste knows where lie Is hidden. Ned Beaton, notorious gunman, is also mentioned. Celeste is a boat to leave for Haskell, Colorado. more up ahead CHAPTER IV. . Mitt Donovan Arrive*, v V When the long overland train paused a moment before the anctent fc: K bo* car that serted as the depot for " ;y Pit gulch half a mile away, it deposited j Miss Donovan almost in the arms of , Carson, the station agent, and he, wary of the wiles of women and the ' ethics of society, promptly turned her over to Jim Westcott, who Lad come ^ down to inquire if the station agent **eld * telegram for him--a telegram ^ 't that he expected from the Bast. |.t ! "She oughtn't to hike to the Timlin mons house alone, Jim," Carson said. :g§^ "This yere Is pay day up at the big '|r ^ mines, an' the boys are bavin' a b a time." ^ ^ In view of this disclosure, Miss Donovan welcomed the courteous acquiescence of Westcott, whom she judged to be a man of thirty-one, with f force and character--these written In || k'• the lines of bis big body and bis f:; aqua re, kind face. . | | & " * 'm M i s s S t e l l a D o n o v a n o f New f ^ York," she said directly. . r, > J - returned, with hat off In JjL-;%*f ]• the deepening gloom, "am Jim West- .jH,* "«ott, who plugs away at a mining claim over yonder." "There!" laughed the girl frankly. , : ' £ "We're introduced. And I suppose we start for the Tim mons house." As her words trailed off there came i ' .^.rJ1the sound of yelling, sharp cries, *V . =and revolver shots from the gulch be- .J tow where lights twinkled faintly. ^ , • Laughing warmly, Westcott picked her vaUse, threw a "So-long" to Si Carson, and With Miss Donovan close There will In ably." Ilia little act of heroism drew the man strangely near to Miss Donovan, and as they hurried along In the silent night s£e felt that abov6 all he was dependable, as if, too, she had known* him months, aye years, instead of a scant hour. And in this strange country she needed a friend. • "Now that I've laid bare my past," he wSs saying, "don't you think you might tell me why you are here?" The girl stiffened. To say that she was from the New York Star would close many avenues of information to her. No, the thing to do was to adopt some "stall" that would enable her to Idle about as much as she chose. Then the mad horseman gave her the ldea.> "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I forgot I hadn't mentioned it. Fm assigned by Scribbler's Magazine to do an article on 'The Old West, Is It Really Gone?" and, Mr. Westcott, I think I have a lovely start."' A few moments later she thanked Providence for her precaution, for her companion resumed the story of his mining claim. "It's might funny I haven't heard from that partner. It Isn't like him not to answer my wire. That's why I've waited every nijrht at the depot No, it's not like 'Pep,' even if he does take his leisure at the College club." Miss Donovan's spine tingled at the mention of the name. "Pep," she murmured, trying to be calm. "What was his other name?" "Cavendish," Westcott, replied. "Frederick Cavendish.' ; v A gasp almost escaped the girl's lips. Here, within an hour, she had linked the many eastern clues of the Cavendish affair with one in the West. Was ever a girl so lucky? And immediately her brain began to work furiously as she walked along. A sudden turn about the base of a large cliff brought them to Haskell, a single street running up the broadening valley, lined mostly with shacks, although a few more pretentious buildings were scattered here and there, while an occasional tent flapped its discolored canvas in the night wind. They went forward, Westcott watchful and silent, the valise in one hand, the other grasping her arm. The narrow stretch of sidewalk was Jammed.] with men, surging in and out through the open door of a saloon, and the two beld to the middle of the road, which was lined with horses tied to long poles. Men reeled out Into the street, and occasionally the sharp ctack of some frolicsome revolver punctuated the hoarse shouts and bursts of drunken laughter. No other woman was visible, yet. apparently, no particular attention was paid to their progress. But the stream of men thickened perceptibly, until Westcott was obliged to shoulder them aside good-humoredly in ordfer to open a passage. He released her arm and suddenly gripped the shoulder of a man passing. He was the town mar- >»ratchful Htll go get 1 Drunken Fool/^fl# Quietly, Muttered IV m mt behind htm, began making for the distant lights of the Tlmmons house. As they followed the road, which paralleled a whispering stream, the girl began to draw blm out skilfully, and was amazed to find that for all of his tough appearance he was excellently educated and a gentleman of taste. Finally the reason came out. "I'm a college man," he explained : proudly, "So was my partner--same class. But one can't always remain In the admirable East, and three years Affo he and I came here prospecting. t Actually struck some pay-dirt in the ! bills yonder, too, but it sort of petered out on us. It was broken In two by some upheaval of nature. We were •till trying to find it when my partner's father died and he went East to datm the fortune that was left. I struck the vein again--when my last dollar was gone. That was a month ago. I wired my old partner for help, btot--" He stopped, listening intently. They were nearing a small bridge V ,«ver Bear creek, the sounds of Has- - Cell's revelers growing nearer and louder. Suddenly they heard an oath Wid *a shot,. and the next moment a Wild rider, lashing a foaming horse With a stinging quirt, was upon them. Westcott barely had time to swing the , *rl to safety as the tornado flew past. , ' "The drunken fool!" he muttered fpietiy. "A puncher riding fcr camp, Say, Dan, I reckon this Is your busy night, but I wish you'd help me run this lady through as far asYTimmons; this bunch of longhorns appear to be milling, and we're plum stalled." The man turned and stared at them. Short, stockily built, appearing at first view almost grotesque under the broad brim of his hat, Stella, recognizing the marshal, was conscious only of a cleanshaven face, a square Jaw and a pair of stern blue eyes. "Oh, Is that you, Jim?" he asked, briefly. "Lord, I don't see why a big boob like you should need fi guardian. The lady? Pardon me, madam," and he touched his hat. "Stand back there, you fellows. Come on, folks!" The little marshal knew his business, and it was also evident that the crowd knew the little marshal. Drunk and quarrelsome as many of theift were, they made way--the more obstreperous sullenly, but the majority in a spirit of rough good humor. The three passed straight through the surging mass In the man-crowded lobby of the disreputable hotel. At the desk, wide-eyed with excitement, Miss Donovan took a serviceworn pen proffered by landlord Pete Timmons, whose gray whiskers were as unkempt as his hotel, and registered her name. • "A telegram came today for you, ma'am," Peter said in a cracked voice, and tossed it over. Miss Donovan tore It open. It was from Farrlss. It read: "If any clues, advise Immediately Willis digging hard. Letter of Instruction follows. F ARRIS. The girl folded the message, thrust It In her jacket pocket, then turning to the marshal and Westcott, gave each a firm hand. "You've both been more than kind,' she said gratefully. "H , ma'am," Data deprecated, "that wam't nothln'!" And he hurried into the street as loud cries sounded outside. Good-night, Miss Donovan," Westcott said simply. "If you are ever frightened or in need of a friend, call on me. I'll be In town two days yet. and after that Pete here can get word to me." Then, with an admiring, honest gaze, he searched her eyes a moment before he turned and strolled toward the rude cigar case. "All right, now, ma'am?" Pete Tlmmons said, picking up her valise. The girl nodded, and together they went' up the rude stairs to her room, where Tlmmons paused at the door. ' "Well, I'm glad you're here," he said, moving away. "We've been waitin' for you to show. I may be wrong, ma'am, but I'd bet my belt that you're the lady that's been expected by Ned "Beaton." mlstakM," .ah* jrepUed As she hoard him clatter down the stairs Miss Stella Donovan of the New York Star knew that her visit would not be in vain. The miner waited, leaning against the desk. Tlmmons carae down the stairs, eager'to ask questions. "Lady friend o' yours, Jim?" ho asked. "If I'd1 a knowed she wus comln' I'd a saved a better room." "I have never seen her until tonight, Pete. She got off the train and Car* son asked me to escort her uptown--it was dnrk, you know." "What do you suppose she's come yere for?" "Not the slightest. ««a £ f;i»k® It1 that's her business." •>; "Sure; but a feller can't help wonderln', eJjn he? Donovan," he mused, peering at the name; "that's Irish, I take It--hey?" * ' | Suspiciously so; yeh are some detective, Pete. HI give you another clue--her eyes are Irish gray." He sauntered across to the stove, and stood looking Idly at the cardplayers, blue wreaths of tobacco smoke circling up from the bowl of his pipe. Some one opened the street door, letting In a babel of noise, and walked heavily across the office floor. Westcott turned about to observe the newcomer. He was a burly, red-faced man, who had evidently been drinking heavily, yet was not greatly under the Influence of liquor, dressed In a checked suit of good cut and fashion, but hardly In the best of taste. He bore all the earmarks of a commercial traveler of a certain sort--a domineering personality, making up by sheer nerve what he might lack in brains. But for his words the miner would have given the fellow no further thought. % "Say, Timmons," he burst forth noisily, and striding over to the desk, "the marshal tells me a dame blew in from New York tonight--Is she registered here?" The landlord shoved the book forward, with one finger oa the last signature. Yep," he said shortiy, "but she ain't the one you wus lookln' for--I asked her that, furst thing." Stella Donovan--huh! That's no name ever I heard; what's die look like? Dark or light?"- "Waal, sorter medium, I should say; brown hair with a bit o' red in it, an' a pair o' gray eyes full of fun--some girl, to my notion." The questioner struck his fist on the wood sharply. Well, what the devil do yon suppose such a woman has come to this hole clear from New York for, Timmons? What's her game, anyhow?" 'Blessed If I know," and the proprietor seated himself on a high stool. 1 didn't ask no'questions like that; maybe the geat by the stove there might give yer all the lnformstlon yer want. He brought her up from the depoo, an' kin talk English. . Say, Jim, this yere Is a shorthorn from New York, named Beaton, an' be seems ter be powerfully interested in skirts-- Beaton, Mr. Jim Westcott." The two men looked at each other, the miner stepping slightly forward, and knocking' the ashes out of his pipe. Beaton laughed, assuming a semblance of good nature. My questions were prompted solely by curiosity," he explained, evidently not wholly at ease. "I was expecting a young woman, and thought this new arrival might prove to be my friend." Hardly," returned Westcott dryly. As the landlord Informed you, Miss Donovan is a lady." If he expected this shot to take effect he was disappointed, for the grin never left Beaton's'faces. Ah, a good joke; a very good Joke indeed. But you misunderstand; this is altogether a business matter. This young woman whom I expect Is comtrtfchty ot yoer with, it's gptafW yon to hang iw&MMh, Beaton felt the him, but was cartylil^ to make him backward, feigning a to catch Westcott "All right, tb^ja^ . the drink; you cafefjE: bjkiff me.' Westcott's knowt«d#8f of the class alone brought'^) lite the man's pur* nose. Beaton's hand was in the pocket of his coat, and, as he turned, apparently to leave the room, the cloth bulged. With one leap forward the miner was at His throat. There was a report, a flash of flame, the speeding bullet striking the stove, and the next instant Beaton, his hand- still helplessly Imprisoned within the coat pocket, was hurled back across a card table, the players scattering to get out of the way. All the pent-up dislike In Westcott's heart found expression in action ; the despicable trick wrought him to a sudden fury, yet even then there came to him no thought of killing the fellow, no memory even of the loaded gun at his hip. He wanted to choke him, strike him with his hands. "You dirty coward," he muttered fiercely. "So you thought the pocket trick was a new one out here, did you? Come, give the gun up! Oh I so there some fight left In you? Then let's settle it here." It was a struggle between two big, strong men--the one desperate," unscrupulous, brutal; the other angry enough, but retaining self-control! They crashed onto the floor, Westcott sttll retaining the advantage of position, and twice he struck, driving his "You're shortly* lng here on a mining deal--It Is not a love affair at all, I assure you "I thought possibly you might care to question me regarding my acquaintance with the-young woman?" West cott went on, his voile hardening slightly. "If sot I have not the slight est objection to telling you that it con slsts entirely of acting as her escort from the station to the hcfcel. I do hot know why she. is here, bow long she intends staying, or what her purpose may be. Indeed, there Is only one fact I do knew , which may be of interest to you. Beaton, surprised by the language of the other, remained silent, his face ttirning purple, as a suspicion came to him that he was being made a fool of. It is this, my friend--who she Is, what she is, and why she happens to be here, Is none of your d -n business, and if you so much as mention her name again in my presence you are going to regret It to your dying day. That's all Beaton, glancing about at the uplifted faces of the card players, chose to assume an air of indifference, which scarcely accorded With the anger in his eyes. "Ah, come now." be blurted forth, "I didn't mean anything; there's no harm done--let's have a drink, and be friends." Westcott shook his bedd. "No, I think not," he said slowly. 'Tm not much of a drinking man myself, and when I do-1 choose my own company. But let me tell you something Beaton, for your own good. I know your style, and you are mighty apt to get into trouble out here If you use any Bowery tactics." ' "Bowery tactics!" "Yes; you claim to live In New York, and you possess atl the earmarks of the East side bad man..' There Is nothing keeping you now from roughing It with me buv the sight of this gun in my belt, and a suspicion in your mind hti his mind was already busy with tbe future.' .cilAmi^' A MttMf and a<Herwln§.: . "" Stella Doi!0Van the miseries of her first trii^it ln SNutikeU. When old Man Timmons finally left her, after placing the flaring laptp on a chair, and went patUurlog back down the bare hall, she giaaeed ahtHlderingly About at her unpleimnt anrroand: ings, none too pleased with the torn of events. The bed-clothing, once turned back and Inspected, was of a nature to prevent the girl from disrobing; but finally she lay down, seeking such rest as was possible, after turning the flickerfng flames of the lamp as low as she dared, and then finally blowing It out altogether. Her thoughts, never still, wandered over the events of the evening-- the arrival at Haskell station, the strange meeting with Westcott, and the sudden revelation that he was the partner of Frederick Cevendlsh. The big, good-natured miner ha£ Interested her from the first as representing a perfect type of her preconceived ideal of the real westerner. She had liked the firm character of his face, the quiet, thoughtful way In which he acted, the whole unobtrusive bearing of the man. Already he bad awakened her trust; she felt convinced that if she needed friendship, advice; even actual assistance, here was one whom she could Implicitly trust. She was young and she awoke rested and refreshed, in spite of the fact that her body ached at first from the discomfort of the cot. She stared about at the bare, board walls, the bullet- scarred mirror, the cracked pitcher, before she could fully reassure herself; then stepped upon the disreputable rug and crossed to the open window. She straightened up, emitting # swift breath of delight, as her wide-open eyes surveyed the marvelous scene of mingled loveliness and graudeur. The stream, curving like a great snake, gleamed amid the acres of green grass, its swift waters sparkling in the sun. Beyond, seemingly at no distance at all, yet bordered by miles of turf and desert, the patches of vivid green interspersed with the darker coloring of spruce, and the outcropping of brown rpeks, the towering peaks of a great mountain-chain swept up Into the clear blue of the sky, black almost to their summits, which we*e dazzling with the white of unmelted snow. Women were deceivers ever, as Jim finds out •WpMlm Donovan Is a tMt.yai PPwwi'". . , jpttinfllttMia' Ik* •stately depend whom job have beUnd the guarantee tf he an htffwt ud legfttmate one. Hunt's 8alve, formerly called Huntfs Cur«t has been sold under absolute money back guar* antee for more than thirty years. It to especially compounded for the ivoainsit •* Imnia, itch, Itlng Worm, Tetter, and oOmt Itching sHu dla> abtfts avfctst With we«M not stand not know it to be Thousands of letters testify to its curative properties. M. Tlmerlln, f reputable dry goods dealer In Dorant, Oklahoma, says: "I suffered wtth lasoina for ten years, and spent $1,000.00 for doctors' treatments, without resalt One box of Muntfs Cure entirely cored me." Don't fall to give Hunt's Aalve a trial--price T5 cents, from your loetl druggist, or direct by mall if he does not handle It » A. B. RICHARDS MEDICINE CO.. Sherman, Texa* If you want your wife to do a thing Just tell her you won't permit It. snnuntGOOBJts Men are always trying to get rld lC some habits and form others, ' ASPJRINlNTRODUCeD BY "BAYEB" W 19» (TO BE CONTINUED.) AS TO INFANT AUTHORSHIP of.,-. - /ii clenched fist home. Suddenly he be» came aware that some one had jerked his revolver from Its holster and, almost at the same instant a hard hand gripped the neck-band of his shirt and tore him loose from Beaton. "Here now--enough of that, Jim," said a voice sternly, and his hands arose instinctively as be recognized the gleam of two drawn weapons fronting him. "Help Beaton up,' Joe. Now, look yere, Mr. Bully Westcott," and the speaker shook his gun threateningly. "As It happens, you have Jumped on a friend o' ours, an' we naturally propose to take a band In this game--you know me. I" Westcott nodded, an unpleasant smile on his lips. "I do, Lacy," he said coolly, "and that If there is any dirty work going on in this camp it Is quite probable you and your gang are in It. Now listen; you've got me covered, and that is my gun which Moore has In his hand. I cannot fight you alone and unarmed; but I can talk yet." "I reckon yer can, if that's goln' ter do yer eny good." "So the La Roslta Mining company is about to be revived, is it?' Eastern capital becoming Interested. I've heard rumors of that for a week past. What's the idea? Struck anything?" Lacy, a long, rangy fellow, with a heavy mustache, and a scar over one eye, partially concealed by his hatbrim, grinned at the others as though at a good joke. No, nuthin' particular as yet," he .answered; "but you hev', an' I reckon thet's just about as good. Trjrin' ter keep it dark, wasn't yer? Never even thought we'd caught on." "Oh, yes, I did; you flatter yourselves. I caught one of your stoolpigeons up the gulch yesterday, and more than ten days ago Moore and Edson made a trip into my tunnel while I happened to be away; they forgot to bide their tttoll. I knew what you were up to, and yqn can all of you look for a flght.r "When your partner gets OUt here, I suppose," sneered Lacy. "He'll be here." "Oh, will he? Well, he's a h of a while coming. Yon felred him a month ago, *ana yer*Ve written him twice since. Oh, I've got the cases on you all right, Westcott. - I know you haven't got a cent left to go on with, and nowhere to get any except through him." He laughed. t "Ain't that right? Well, then, yer chances look mighty slim ter me Just at present, ol'-timer. However, there's no fight oa yet; will yer behave yerself, an' let this man Beaton alone If hand yer back yer gun?" "There is no choice left me." "Sure; that's sensible enough; glvtf it to him, Moore.' -He broke the chamber, shaking the cartridges out Into his palm; thai handed the emptied weapon over to Westcott. His manner was purposely insulting, but the latter stood with lips firmly set, realizing his position "Now, then, go on over tbar an' sit down," continued Lacy. "Maybe, If yer wait long enough, that partner o' yours might blow In. Come on, boys, let's liquor. Big Jim Westcott has his claws cut, and ttft Bratos1! turn •pend a Uttla." 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