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5S£t£ The Strange # !v> f > * • j" i -#3* By RANDALL PARRISH Author of " Thm Devii's Own," "My Lady of th• North,'* ?4e^ . thtW* 'r^ t CAVEN0I3H NOT DEAD. Synopsis. -- Frederick Cavendish, 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 hi» estate to charity, with a mere pittance to John Cavendish, his 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 Enright informs John Cavendish of the existence of the will and offers, for $100,000, to say nothing of it. John agrees. Stella Donovan, newspaper writer, learns from Frederick Cavendish's valet that he is not satisfied the body found was that of. his employer. She to directed by Farriss, 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 he Is hidden. Ned Beaton, notorious gunman. Is also mentioned. Celeste is about to leave for Haskell, Colorado, and Stella Is ordered by Farriss to proceed there at once. At Haskell Stella, representing herself as a magazine writer, makes the acquaintance of Jim Westcott. Frederick Cavendish's partner, Westcott, resents the interest taken in Stella by Beaton, whom he knows only as a visiting New Yorker, and worsts him in a fistic encounter. Stella confides In Jim, who believes Cavendish is alive. Celeste and Enrlght Join Beaton at HaskelL While visiting his mine an attempt Is made to shoot Westcott. Tt r CHAPTER VI--Continued. Cautiously be circled the black cabin, evefy nerve taut for straggle, levery sense alert. He found nothing to f-eward his search--whoever the cow- I' |ard had been, he had disappeared §U? k funong the rocks, vanishing completely / A . In the black night. The fellow had not /even waited to learn the effect of his shot It was not until he came back %o the open door that the miner thought of his companion. What had fcecome of Jose? Could it be that the ^Mexican was hit?. He entered, shrinkclJNng from the task, yet resolute to learn '1:4 *he truth. A black, shapeless figure, v scarcely discernible as a man. lay ' ; fcuddled beneath the table. Westcott . I)?nt over it, feeling for the heart and ^5 .turning face upward. There was no m i- - P 7< Pk ' \ visible mark of the bullet wound, but the body was limp, the face ghastly In f' , 'the grotesque dance of the flames. The ! ,-s /assassin had not wasted his shot--Jose >, • ffelvari would never see Mexico •gain. Westcott straightened the body out, crossing the dead hands, and covered Ihe face with a blanket stripped from • bunk. The brief burst of flame died down, leaving the room in seml-darkfiess. The miner was conscious only Of a feeling of dull rage, a desire for revenge. The shot had been clearly intended for himself. The killing of llose had been a mere accident. In all probability the murderer had crept laway believing be had succeeded in his purpose. If he had lingered long . ^enough to see anyone emerge from the jhut, he would naturally imagine the wurvivor to be the Mexican. Good! u|v|. i ;iThis very confidence would tend to l^sv^throw the fellow off his guard; he •would have no fear of Jose. He reached beneath the blanket and drew forth the dead Mexican's revolver, slipped the weapon into his own belt, opened the door and went out, closing It tightly behind him. Jose could lie there until morning. While the darkness lasted he had work to do. His purpose settled, there was no hesitancy in his movements. His was the code of the West; his methods those of the desert and the mountains, the code and method of a fighting man. A dim trail, rock strewn, led to the ; spring, where it connected with an ore , road extending down the valley to . Haskell. Another trail across the spur shortened the distance to the La Ros- Ita shaftJiouse. But Westcott chose to follow none of these, lest he run Into some ambuscade. Slowly and silently, , cautious to dislodge no rolling stone, ; and keeping well concealed among the rocks, he finally descended to the level of the shaft, feeling confident that his < presence was not discovered. He had no clearly defined plan, only : a desire to learn exactly what was be- ^ lng done. The office beyond the shaft ;> was lighted, although the faint gleam i/'"was only dimly revealed along the . edge of lowered curtains concealing ; the interior. However, this evidence that some one was within served to attract Westcott's attention and he crept around, under the shadow of the dump, and approached the farther ^ corner. He could perceive now two •V men on the hoisting platform and hear f ;the growl of their voices, but without P^ being able to distinguish speech. Re- ^ volver in hand, he made the round of j£,. f the building to assure himself that no | guard had been posted there, then chose the window farthest away from ;-J the shaft and endeavored to look in. The heavy green curtain extended to the sill, but was slit In one corner. With his eye close to this slight opening he gained a partial glimpse of the interior. There were three men In the room, and Westcott drew a quick breath of surprise as he recognized the two faces'frontlrtg him--Bill Lacy at the desk, a pipe In his mouth, his feet elevated on a convenient chair, and Beaton, leaning back against the wall, apparently half aHleep with his eyes closed. The third man was facing Lacy, but concealed by the stove; he seemed to be doing the talking, and held a paper in his hand resembling a map. Suddenly he rose t"1 his feet ami bent over the edge of the desk, and Westcott knew him--Enrlght! Desperately determined to learn what was being said, the miner thrust the heavy blade of his jackknlfe beneath the Ill-fitting window sash and sacceeded in noiselessly lifting it a scant half inch. He bent lower, the speaker's voice clearly audible through the narrow opening. "There was a dead man back East, wasn't there?" "What difference does that make?" "None, particularly, except to naturally Increase the worth of my services. I'm not squeamish about stiffs, but I like to know what I am doing. Whpt are you holding on to this other fellow for?" Enrlght walked nervously across the room, chewing at his cigar, only to come back and face his questioner. "Well. I suppose I might as well tell you," he said almost savagely. "You're In too deep already to wiggle out We made rather a mess of it in New York, and only a bit of luck helped us through. We had the plans ready for three months, but nothing occurred to give us a chance. Then all at once Cavendish got his first telegram from Westcott and decided to pull out, not telling anyone where he was going. He, employed me to draw the will, and toM me he planned to leave the city for some time. As soon as I could I told the others over the phone, and we fot busy." ^ Lacy stared incredulous. . "And there hasn't been, a® kulln*?" Enrlght shook his head. "Not by any of us." .. "Then how about that dead man In New York--the one that was burled for Cavendish? Oh, I read about that Beaton showed it to me in the paper." "That's the whole trouble," Enrlght answered gravely. "I do not know who he was. or how he came there. All I know Is, he was not Frederick Cavendish. But bis being found there dead In Cavendish's apartments, and identified, puts us In an awful hole. If the rest of this affair should ever become known. Do you see? The charge would be murder, and how are we going to hold the real Cavendish alive, and not have It come out?" "The other one--the--stiff--wasn't Cavendish ?" "Certainly not; yon know where Cavendish Is." "I never saw Fred Cavendish; I wouldn't know him from Adam'is offox. I've got the fellow Beaton turned over to me.? * "Well, he's the man; the dead one isn't." "How do you knowT* "Because Frederick Cavendish bought and signed/a round-trip ticket to Los Angeles, and boarded the midnight train. My man reported that to me, and Beatou just had time to catch the same train before it palled oat. Isn't that true, Ned?" "Yes, it is, and I never left him." "But" Insisted Lacy stubbornly, "did you see the dead one?"1 "Yea. I kept away from the Inquest, but attended the funeral to get a glance at his face. It seemed too strange to be true. The fellow wasn't Cavendish; I'd swear to that, but he did look enough like him to fool anybody who had no suspicions aroused. Dammit, Ifs spooky, the very thought of It" "But you Raw. a difference?" ^Because I looked for it; I never would have otherwise. But anyway, I was already convinced that he was not the man. I am not sure what I should have thought If I had met him alive upon the street." Lacy appeared amused, crossing the room, and expectorating into the open stove. "You fellows make me laugh," he said grimly. "I am hardly Idiot enough to be taken In by that sort of. old wives' tale. However, If that Us your story, stick to It--but if you irere to ever tell It In court. It would Jake a Jury about five minutes to bring in their verdict. Let's get to business. You want me to help out in a sort of accident, I presume--a fall over a cliff, or the premature discharge of blasting powder; these things are quite common out here,. And to prevent any stir at this end. before you fellows get hold of the stuff, you want me to call off my working gang and let Westcott alone. Come, now, speak up." "Yes," acknowledged Enrlght. don't care so much for Westcott. tu I want things kept quiet." Lacy whistled a few bars, his hands thrust deep Into his trouser pockets. Then, after a few minutes' cogitation, he resumed; "All right then; we'll take It as It lies. The only question unsettled. Enright, Is--what la all thla worth to iaeT' i fellow went down in the darkness, whirling backward to the earth--and lay there, motionless. An Instaut, panting, breathless, scarcely yet comprehending what had occurred, the victor stared at the huddled figure, his arm drawn back. Then he became aware of excitement within, the sound of voices, the tramp of feet on the floor, the sudden opening of a door. A gleam of light shot out, revealing the figures of men. With one spring he was across the shapeless form on the ground, and had' vanished Into the darkness beyond. Lacy was first to reach the unconscious body, stumbling over it in the black shadow, as he rushed forward, Revolver In hand. He cursed, rising to hie knees, nnd staring about in the silent darkness. "There's a man lying here--dead, likely. Bring a light. No, the fellow is alive. Dammit, It's Moore. Here you--what happened?" The fellow groaned, opened his eyes, and looked about dazedly. "There--there was a fellow at that window there. I--I saw him from below, and crept up behind but he turned around Just as I struck." "He was at that window, you say?" "Yes; kneelln' down like he was lookln' Into the room. Oh, Lord!" Lacy crunched over to the side of the shack, and bent down to get a better view. His fingers came In contact with the knife which upheld the sash, and he plucked It out, holding It up into the beam of light passing through the rent in the torn curtain. He stared at the curiously carved handle Intently. "That's Jim Westcott's jack-knife. He's been listening to all we said. Now we are up against It." "What's that?" The question came from Enrlght, still at the corner of the house, unable to tell* what had happened. "Westcott has been here listening to our talk. He pried up. the window with this knife, so he could* hear. Moore caught him, and got knocked out." "He--he heard our talk In--in there," repeated the dazed lawyer, his lips trembling. "And--has got away? Good heavens!, man, where has he gone? After the sheriff?" Lacy stared at him through the darkness, and burst into a roar of onrestrained laughter. "Who? Jim Westcott? The sher> Iff? Well, hardly fit this stage of the game. That's your. way down East, no doubt, but out In thla country the style is different. ' No, sir; Westcott Isn't after any sheriff. In the first place he hasn't any evidence. He knows a thing or two, but be can't prove It'; and If we move faster than he does we'll block his game--see?" "What do you mean?" Lacy leaned forward, and hissed his answer into Enrlght's ear. "Put Cavendish where he can't get at him. There's no other chance. If Jim Westcott ever finds that fellow alive our goofr is cooked. And we've got the advantage--we know where the man Is." "And Westcott doesn't?" "Exactly, hut he will know. He'll comb these hills until* he finds the trail--that's Jim Westcott Come on back Inside, both of you, and I'll tell you my plan." The door closed behind them, shutting out the yellow glow, and leaving the hillside black and lonely. • * • • • • • Miss Donovan did not go down to supper. Beaton waited some time in the office, his eyes on the stairs, but she failed to appear, and he lacked CHAPTER ^ Mies La Rut Pays a Call. Some slight noise caused Westcott to stralghte'n up. and turn partially around. He had barely time to fling up one arm In the warding off of a blow. The next Instant was one of mad, desperate struggle, in which he realized only that he dare not relax his grip on the wrist of his unknown antagonist. It was a fierce, Intense grapple, every muscle strained to the Utmost, silent except for the stamping of feet, deadly In purpose. Twice Westcott drove his clenched right Into the shadowed face, smashing It the last time so hard the man's grip relaxed, and he went staggering back. With a leap forward, the battle fury on him, Westcott closed before the other could regain position. Again the clenched flat struck and the of at?:, t Tfcen we^jMpt*. <h§i fcotaltweper's namer Again the Clenehad Fist Struck. the necessary courage to seek her in her own room. Then Enrlght called him and compelled his attendance.^ The absence of the girl was not caused from any lack of appetttg, as she subsidized the Chinaman to smuggte her a supply of food by way of the back stairs, which she ate with* decided relish, but she had no desire to show any anxiety regarding a meeting with the newcomers. Her newspaper experience had given her some knowledge of human nature and she felt convinced that her task of extracting Information would be greatly simplified It- these people sought her company first. She waa at the window when some one rapped at the door. She arose to her feet and took a step or two forward, her heart beating swifter. "Come In." The door opened, and the light from the windows revealed Miss La Rue, rather tastefully attired in green silk, her blond hair fluffed artfully, and a dainty patch of black court-plaster adorning one cheek. "Pardon me, please,*' the voice somewhat high-pitched, "but they told toe downstairs you were from New York." "Yes, that is my home; won't you come In?" "Sure I will. Why I was so lonesome In this liole I simply couldn't stand it any longer. I know your name; it's Stella Donovan--well, mine is Celeste La Rue." ' "A very pretty name; rather *Busual. Are you French?" ? The other laughed, crossing her feet carelessly, and extracting a cigarette case from a handbag. "French? ' Well, I guess not. My dad's name was Capley, and I annexed this other when I went on the stage. It tickles the Johnnies, »nd sounds better than Sadie Capley. You liked It yourself." "It is better adapted to that ptav pose--you are ao actress then?" "Well, nobody ever said so. I can dance and sing a bit, and know how to wear clothes. Tell met wltp were you In New York?" x, •; "Aont a month ago." ^ "Well, didn't you see tfifc Hktfnwt* "The last one? Certainly." "That's where I shone--second girl on the right in the chorus, and I was In the eccentric dance with Joe Stearns; some hit--what?" "Yes, I remember now; they called you the Red Fairy--because of your ruby ring. What in the world ever brought you out here?" Celeste laughed, a cloud of smoke curling gracefully above her blonde hair. "Some Joke, Isn't it?' Well, It's no engagement at the Good Luck dance hall yonder, you can bet on that. The fact Is I've quit the business, and am going to take a flyer In mining?" "Mining? That sounds like money In these days. They tell me there is no placer-mining any longer, and that It requires a fortune to develop. I wouldn't suppose a chorus girl--" "Oh, pshaw!" and Miss La Rue leaned forward, a bright glow on each cheek. "There are more ways of making money in New York than drawing a salary. I've caught on to a few things In the last five years. It pays better to be Celeste La Rue than It ever did to be Sadie Capley. Do you get me?" Miss Donovan nodded. Her acquaintance with New York fast life supplied all necessary details, and It was qultf: evident this girl bad no 'sense of shame. Instead she was rather proud of the success she had achieved. "I Imagine you are right," she admitted pleasantly. "So you found a backer? A mining man?" "Not on your life. None of your wild west for me. As soon as some business is straightened out here. It's back to Broadway.'* "Who Is it?" ventured the other cautiously. "Mr. Beaton?" "Ned Beaton!" Miss La Rtie's voice rose to a shriek. "Oh, Lord! I should say not! Why that fellow aever had fifty dollars of his own at one time in his life. He's only a tin-horn sport."* "Then it Is the other?" "Sure; he's the real thing. Not much to look at, maybe, but he fairly oozes the long green. He's a lawyer." "Oh, Indeed." and Mi^a Donovan's eyes darkened. She was, Interested, now feeling herself on the verge of discovery. "From New York?" "Sure; maybe you've heard of him? He knew you as soon as Beaton mentioned your name; he's Patrick Enright of Enrlght and Dougherty." Miss Donovan's fingers gripped hard on the footboard of the bed, her teeth clinched to keep back a sudden exclamation of surprise. This was more than she had bargained for, yet the other woman, coolly watching, in spite of her apparent flippancy, observed no change In the girl's mnner. Apparently the disclosure mllnt little. "Enrlght, you say? No, I think not He claimed to know me? That Is strange. Who did he think I was?" Miss La Rue bit her lip. She had found her match evidently, but would strike harder. "A reporter on the Star. Naturally we couldn't help wondering what you was doing out here. You are in the newspaper business, aren't you?" "Yes." realizing further concealment ;was useless, "but on my vacation thought I explained all that to Mr. Beaton. I am not exactly a reporter, do feature-stuff." •'Whatever that is." \ \ "Human-Interest stories; anything unusual; strange happentngs In everyday life, you know." "Murders, and--and robberies." "Occasionally, If th^y are out of the ordinary." She took a swift breath and made the plunge. "Lik^the Fred* erlck Cavendish case-^do you remember that?" Miss La Rue stared at her across the darkening room, but If ahe changed color the gloom concealed it and her voice was steady enough. "No," she said shortly, "I never read those things. What happened?" "Oh, nothing much. He was rich, and was found dead In his apartments at the Waldron--evidently killed by a burglar. The case is probably forgotten by this time. Let's speak about something else--I hate to talk shop." - Miss La Rue stood upland shook out her skirt. "That's what I say; and it seems to me It would be more social II we had "Do 709 suppose he'd «obm Bp ff I pounded on the fioOrf" Miss DotuNip slipped off the bed. "I don't beltete 1» Is In the oAosu He went up th» vteibe lost before dork. You light the lamp whOe lH we it I can find the Chinaman out ia the She closed the door behind her, strode noisily down the hall, then silently and swiftly retraced her Rteps and stooped silently down to where a crack yawned In the lower pane|. That same instant a match flared within the room and was applied to the wick of the lamp. The narrow opening gave only a glimpse Of half the room--the wash-stand, the chair, and lower part of the bed. She saw Miss La Rue drop the match, ther. open, her valise and go through it, swiftly. She found nothing, and turned to the wash-stand ftgtohet Weapon Used in Whoiotale KHltog bn Dakota Farm. Turtle Lake* N. D.--Eight persona were found dead at the farm home of Jaqob Wolf, three flBles north of he*a, the victims of a mysterious murder. The dead; Jacob Wolf and his wife; their five daughters, Bertha, aged' thirteen; Edna, eight; Mary, ten; Lydla, five, and Martha, four, and Jake Hofer, who was employed on the farm. Indications are that the crime was committed in the kitchen of the Wolf home, and that the weapon used was a hatchet. The bodies of the mother, three daughters and the hired man were thrown into the cellar by the iwnp slayer or slayers, and those of the ft % r 'There's More Waye et Making Money In New York Than Drawing a Salary." drawer. The 'latter was empty, and was instantly closed again, the giri staring about the room, as though at her wit's end. Suddenly she disappeared along the edge of the bed, beyond the radltis of the crack In the door. What was it she was doing? Searching the bed, no doubt; seeking something hidden beneath the pillow, or mattress. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SEVERITY IN THIS PENANCE Stella's feelings lead her into a trap of the enemy. Hindu Pilgrims Make Long Journeys WMte ft|«st Extraordinary Method r V ; ' of Loeomotien. An extraordinary Indian penitential pilgrimage takes place every year, Invariably on a Tuesday, usually in the first half of May. The penance consists in the Hindu penitent's measuring hi a length on the ground from his home to the temple, often a distance of many miles. The penitent throws himself oa the ground at full length, and with a potsherd or a stone, makes a mark within reach of his fingers. Upon getting up he sets his feet on the mark, repeats the process, continuing to do this, with alternate rising and prostration, to the end of his Jouruey. The dress worn during the pilgrim-- age Is exceedingly scanty, as the pilgrimage takes place during the hottest season of the year. If the Journey is likely to take two or three days, the penitent may halt at night for food and rest In which case he sets up some mark to show where he left the road, fend resumes his Journey from rifat point on the morrow. Only men are permitted to perform the penance, but women and children are allowed to accompany them on foot, supplying them with food and fanning them with punkahs made of vslin leaves. Upon arriving at their goal the penitents present their offerings in money or kind to the attendant priests, who utter a few words of benediction. Every few years there are deaths from exhaustion and exposure during the pilgrimage, but the euthuslasts are never deterred.--Detroit News. Explaining the "Ring Finger." Of all the men, both young and old, who place engagement ringa on the flngera of their brides-to-be, ft la almost an absolute certainty that not one-tenth of them knows why he places the ring on the ring finger of the left hand. Of course, the answer could be; "Everybody's doln' It" The custom of placing the ring upon the fourth finger seems undoubtedly to owe its origin to the fancy that a special nerve, or vein, ran directly from this fiuger/to the heart. Macroblus, In his Saturnalia, alludes to the belief in the following words: "Because of this nerve, the newly betrothed places the ring on this finger of tyis spouse, as though It were a representation of the heart." This Information, he asserts, was derived from an Egyptian priest. Patience. A phlegmatic Insensibility la aa different from patience, as a pool from a harbor. Into the one, Indolence naturally sinks us; but If we arrive at the other It Is by encountering many an adverse wind and rough wave, with a more skilful pilot at the helm than self, and a company under better command than the passions.--Dilwyn. Bodies of Wolff and One of Hia Daughters. father and two daughters pat in a cowshed and barn and covered with hay. When John Kraft, a neighbor, entered a barn on the farm he found the bodies of Wolf and *one of his daughters lying on the floor. Not seeing the rest of the family, Kraft went down Into the basement, where he found the bodies of Mrs. Wolf, the other children, and the farm laborer. Later the eighth body was found. There was no evidence of any struggle, and as Wolf is not known to have had any enemies, the sherlfTa office is unable to offer any theory for the tragedy. The only member of the family that escaped was the youngest child, a baby eight months old. The child was almost famished, indicating that the murders had been committed at least 24 hours before. Wolf was about forty-five years old, and was popular in Turtle Lake, i NO HIDDEN TREASURE THERE United States Marines Searched i ; H^or. 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