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>&• • !HE Mel mmm IT PL lER. M»1 Case of By Randall Parrith Amtkmr tf kk^Ht i >n»o«ri ota»» ~MyL*dyftk*N~th.' OofTriiht by >»D<IU FHTM mmaas! iIIHTtIBWwIITafflfTlBIIHUItHiwIMTMBflgHnlBHlWtilTMIl "SOME DANDY FIGHT." 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 his 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 Is 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 La 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 Enright 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 goes there. At Haskell Stella, representing herself as a magazine writer, makes the acquaintance of Jim Westcott, Frederick Cavendish's partner. Stella confides In Jim, who believes Cavendish Is' alive. Celeste and Enright join Beaton at Haskell. Westcott listens to a conference between Beaton. Enright and Bill Lacy, local desperado. He learns that Frederick Cavendish Is alive and a prisoner of Lacy. Caught listening, Westcott escapes, but becomes a marked man. Celeste visits Stella and discovers her mission. Stella Is lured from the hotel, kidnaped and taken to Sunken valley, a stronghold of Pascual Mendez, leader of horse thieves. She is left prisoner in the hands of Juan Cateras, Mendez' lieutenant. Back at Haskell, Westcott is told Stella has returned east, but is informed of the kidnaping. He determines to force the truth from Bill Lacy, and surprises him In a conference with Enright. CHAPTER IX--Continued. 0 i" "Naturally, to keep yon in here ob> ^ I am through with you," returned | \.fhe miner coldly. "Sit down, Lacy; ^ ; We've got a few things to talk over. I Supposed I would find yon alone." J; ^' Lacy sank back Into his chair, en- . tleavoring to smile. :1 "This gentleman Is a friend of mine," fU»e explained. "Whatever yon care to can be said before him." "I am quite well aware of that and 4 jMao that he Is now present so that s". you may use him as a witness In case anything goes wrong. This Is once ; |rou have got in bad, Mr. Patrick Entight of New York." : _ The lawyer's face whitened and his <§iumd8 gripped the arm of his chair. ?f "You--you know me?" j ' "By reputation only," and Westcott "^bowed, "but that is scarcely to your jcredlt Now, Lacy and I hare got a 'little affair to settle between as and, , feeing a fair-minded man, he sent for fne to talk it over. However, he real- •:£'ties that an argument of that nature '|#nlght easily become personal and that •:'0t anything unpleasant occurred he f fcvould require a witness. So he arranges to have you present. Do you ||we the point, Mr. Enright?" The lawyer's eyes sought Lacy, and Ii|then returned to the stern face confronting him. His lips sputtered: "As--as a witness?" Sure; there may be honor among jthleves, bat not Lacy's kind." He flstrode forward and with one hand ^crashed Enright back Into his chair. ^"Now, listen to me," he said fiercely. '4'*Tve got only one word of advice foi ^ you: don't take any hand In this af jfjfair, except as a peacemaker, for II t^you do you are going to get hurt. Now, . ll came to ask you a question and one Ijof you two are going to answer before /I leave--keep your hands up, and in e'.ght, Lacy; make another move like ; i;that and it's liable to be your last. I 'urn not here in any playful mood, and |I know your style. Lay that gun on J the desk where I can see it--that's 'J right Now move your chair back." ;;*£ Lacy did this with no good grace, |hl8 face purple with passion. "Some considerable gun-play Just to ask a ; question," he said tauntingly, "must |be mighty important All right what '. j Is it?" "Where did your man Moore take *; Miss Donovan last night?" Neither man had anticipated this; ; 8 neither had the slightest conception •<' that any suspicion of this kind pointed :\£ to them. The direct question was like 5 4 the sudden explosion of a bomb. What did Westcott know? How had he discovered their participation in the af- ^ fair? §!| I "You have rather got the better of me, Westcott," Lacy said, shrugging ! bis shoulders, as though dismissing the "J< ' subject "You refer to the New York •M' | newspaper woman?" a"-' "I do--Miss Stella Donovan." W/t \ "l have not the pleasure of that acquaintance, but Timmons in- I formed me this morning that she had taken the late train last night for the East--Isn't that true, Enright?^ The lawyer managed to nod, but " without venturing to remove his gaze ||fc from Westcott's face. The latter never : cnoved, but his eyes seemed to ' harden. have had quite enough of that, »aid sternly, and the watchful saloon keeper noted his fingers ' ; close more tightly o^ the butt of his -i revolver. "This is no case for an W al'bL I know exactly what I am talk- I 'ntr »bwt, and--I am going to have a direct answer, either from you or En- : r'K,,t- IT' i 1 , .• v . . : ° - f C ' •i&Sjb :W;vU',Ml .. "This Is the situation : I was the man listening at the window of your shack last night. Moore may. or may not have recognized me, but, nevertheless, I was the man. I was there long enough to overhear a large part of your conversation. I know why you consented to close down La Roslta for the present; I know your connection with this gang of crooks from New York; I know thaj Fred Cavendish was not murdered, but Is being held a prisoner somewhere, until Enright, here, can steal his money under so.ne legal form. Enright told you who Stella Donovan was, and what he suspected her object might be. Force Is the only method you know anything about, and no other means occurred to you whereby the girl could be quickly put out of the way. This was resorted to last night after you returned to Haskell." "You are a good dreamer. Why not ask Timmons to show you the letter she left?" 'I have already seen it. You thought you had the trail well covered. That note was written not by Miss Donovan, but by the blonde In your outfit. The whole trouble is that yoyr abduction of Stella was witnessed from a bade window of the hotel." Lacy leaped to his feet, but Westcott's gun rose steadily, and the man stood with clenched hands, helpless In his tracks. 'Til get you for this, Westcott," he muttered savagely, hate burning In his eyes. "I haven't played my last cards --yet" The miner smiled grimly, but with no relaxation of vigilance. He was into it now, and proposed seeing It through. "I have a few left myself," he returned soberly. "Your man Moore drove south, taking the road leading Into the Shoshone desert, and he had another one of your gang with him. Then you, and two others, went back into the hotel, using the outside stairs. I take It the two others were Enright here, and Ned Beaton." He leaned forward, his face set like flint "Now see here, Lacy, I know these things. It is up to you to answer my questions, and answer them straight. I've got you two fellows dead to rights anyway you look at It. If you dare lay hands on me, I'll kill you, if you refuse to tell me what I want to know, I'll swear out warrants inside of thirty minutes. Now, what do you choose?" 'If I answer--what then?" Lacy growled desperately. "What is offered me?" Westcott moistened his lips. He had not before faced the situation from this standpoint yet, with only one thought Id mind, he answered promptly. "I am not the law," he sa|d, "and all am interested in now Is the release of Fred Cavendish and Stella Donovan. Til accomplish that if it has to be over your dead bodies. Beyond this, I wash my hands of the whole affair. What I want to know is--where are these two?" 'Would yon believe me If I said I did not know?" 'No, Lacy. It has come down to the truth, or your life. Where is Pascual Mendez?" He heard no warning, no sound or movement, yet some change in the expression of the man's eyes confronting him caused him to slightly turn his head so as to vaguely perceive a m- Pinning Him Helplessly Against the Wall. shadow behind. It was all so quickly, silently done, he barely had time to throw up one hand In defense, wliejp his arms were gripped as though In a vise, and he was thrown backward to the floor, the chair crushed beneath his weight. Lacy fairly leaped on his prostrate body, forgetting his gun lying on the table in the violence of hate, his hands clutching at the exposed throat. For an Instant Westcott was so dazed and stunned by this sudden attack from behind as to lie there prone and helpless, fairly crushed beneath the bodies of his two antagonists. It was this that gave him his chance, for, convinced that he was unconscious, both men slightly relaxed their grip, thus giving him opportunity to regain breath, and stiffen his muscles for a supreme effort. With one lashing out of a foot that sent Enright hurtling against the farther wail, lie cracked Lacy's head against a corner of the desk, and closed in deadly struggle with the third man, whom, be now recognized as Beaton. Before the latter could comprehend what had happened the miner was on top, and a clenched fist was driven into his face with all the force of a sledgehammer. But barroom fighting was no novelty to the gunman, nor had he any scruples as to the methods employed. With teeth sunk Into his opponent's arm, and fingers gouging at his eyes, the fellow struggled like a mad dog; yet, in spite of every effort to restrain him, Westcott, now filled with "the fierce rage of battle, broke free, fairly tearing himself from Benton's desperate clutch, and pinning him helplessly against the wall. At the same instant Lacy, who had regained his feet, leaped upon him from behind, striking him with all his force, the violence of the blow, even tttfrugh a gracing one, driving the miner's head into the face of the gunman. Both went down together, but Westcott was on his feet again before Lacy could act, closing with the latter. It was hand-to-hand, the silent struggle for master> between two men not unevenly matched, men asking and receiving no mercy. The revolver of one lay on the floor, the other still reposed on the open desk, and neither could be reached. It was a battle to be fought out with bare hands. Twice Westcott struck,, his clenched fist bringing blood, but Lacy clung to him, one hand twisted In his neck-band, the other viciously forcing back his head. Unable to release the grip, Westcott gave back, bending until bis adversary was beyond balance; then, suddenly straightening, hurled the fellow sideways. But by now Beaton, dazed and confused, was upon his feet. With the bellow of a wild bull he flung himself on the struggling men, forcing Lacy aside, and smashing Into Westcott with all the strength of his body. The impetus sent all three crashing to the floor. Excited voices sounded without; then blows resounded against the wood of the locked door, but the three men were oblivious to all but their own struggle. Like so many wild beasts they clutched and struck, un&Me to disentangle themselves. Enright, his face like chalk, got to his knees and crept across the floor until his hand closed on Westcott's revolver. Lifting himself by a grip on the desk, he swung the weapon forward at the very instant the miner rose staggering, dragging Beaton with him. There was a flash of flame, a sharp report, and Westcott sprang aside, gripping the back of a chair. The gunman sank into shapelessness on the floor as the chair hyrtled through the air straight at Enright's head. With a crash the door fell, and a black mass of men surged In through the opening, the bartender leading them, an axe In his hand. Beaton lay motionless just as he had dropped; Enrtght was In one corner, dazed, unnerved, a red gash across his forehead, from which blood dripped, the revolver, struck from his fingers, yet smoking on the floor; Westcott, his clothes torn, his face bruised by blows, breathing heavily, went slowly backward, step by step, to the farther wall, conscious of nothing now but the savagely hostile faces of these new enemies. Lacy, staggering as though drunk, managed to attain his feet, hate, desire for revenge, yielding him strength. This was his crowd, and his | mind was quick to grasp the opportunity. "There's the ffian who did it," he shouted, his arm flung out toward Westcott. "I saw him shoot. See, that's his gun lying on the floor. Don't let the murderer get away I" He started forward, an oath on his ) us, and the excited crowd surged aftt, growling anger. Then the mass i them seemed suddenly rent asunder, and the marshal plowed his way through heedlessly, his hat gone, and a blue-barreled gun in either hand. He swept the muzzle of one of these into the bartender's face menacingly, his eves searching the maddened crowd. "Wait a minute, you," he command- < <1 sharply. "I reckon I've got somet hing to say 'bout this. Put down that axe, Mike, or ye'll never draw another -'iass o' beer In this camp. You know me, lads, an' I never draw except fer business. Shut your mouth, Lacy; don't touch that" gun, you fool 1 I am In charge here--this is my job; and If there Is going to be any lynching done, it will be after you get me. Stand hack, now; all of you--yes, get out into that barroom. I mean you, Mike! This man is my prisoner, and I'll defend hiin. Ay! I'll do more, I'll let him defend himself. Here, Westcott, pick up your gun on the floor. Now, stand here with me! We're going out through that bunch, and if one of those coyotes puts a paw on you, let him have it!" 1 . The crowd made way, reluctantly enough, growling curses, but with no man among them sufficiently reckless to attempt resistance. They lacked leadership, for the little marshal never once took his eye off Lacy. At the door he nraed, walking backward, trusting In Westcott to keep their path clear, both leveled revolvers ready for any movement He had but one object before him-- to get his prisoner safely outside into the open. Beyond that he would trust to luck, and a fair chance. His grey eyes were almost black as they gleam ed over the leveled revolver barrels, and his clipped mustache fairly bristled. They were far from free even outside the swinging doors and in the sunshine. Already a rumor of what had occurred had spread like wildfire, and men were on the street, eager AUUlffk £A|UA imj^ In -mMmfray. A few were already about the steps, while others were running rapidly toward them, excited, but uncertain. It was this uncertainty which gave the little marshal his one slender chance. His eyes swept the crowd, but there was no face visible on whom he could rely in this emergency. There»was scarcely an Instant of hesitancy, his quick searching eyes surveying the scene, and then seeking the face of his prisoner. "Willing to fight this out, Jim?" he asked shortly. "You bet, Dan; what's the plan?" "The big rock in Bear creek. We can hold out there until dark. Perhaps there'll be some men to help us by that time; If not, we might crawl away <3 He Heard the Marshal 8p!ashing Along Behind. in the night. Take the alley and turn at the hotel. Don't let anybody stop you. Christopher Columbus, I hate to run from stfch cattle, but It's our only chance." There was no time to waste. They were not yet at the mouth of the alley when the infuriated pursuers burst through the saloon doors, cursing and shouting. There were a dozen shots, but the two runners plunged about the corner of the building and disappeared, apparently untouched. Twice they turned and fired, yet at that, hardly paused in their race. Westcott held back, retarded by the shorter legs of his companion, nevertheless they were fully a hundred feet In advance of their pursuers when they reached the hotel. In spite of Lacy's urging the cowardly, crew exhibited small desire to close In J The marshal glancing back over his shoulder, grinned cheerfully. We've got 'em beat, Jim," he pant- .ed, "less thar's others headin' us off; run like a white-head; don't mind me." The road ahead was clear, except for the speeding cowboys, and the marshal made extremely quick work of them. There was a fusillade of shots, and when these ended, one rider was down in the dust, the other galloping madly away, lying flat on his pony, with no purpose but to get out of range. The two fugitives plunged Into the bushes opposite, taking the roughest but most direct course to where the rather precipitous banks dropped off to the stream below. The marshal, pausing for nothing, flung himself bodily down the steep bank, unclasping his belt, as he half ran, half rolled to the bottom. Here, take these cartridges," he said, "and hold 'em up. Save yer own, too, fer we're going to need 'em. That water out thar is plumb up to my neck. Come on, now; keep them things dry, an' don't bother 'bout me." He plunged in, and Westcott followed, both cartridge bfelts held above his head. The water deepened rapidly, ana Westcott was soon to his waist, leaning to. his right to keep his feet; he heard the marshal splashing along behind, convinced by his ceaseless pro fanlty that he also made progress In spite of his shortness of limbs. Indeed, they attained the rock shelter almost together, creeping up through a narrow crevasse, leaving a wet trail along the grey stone. This was accomplished none too soon, a yell from the bonk telling of their discovery, followed by the crack of a gun. The marshal, who was still exposed, hastily crept under cover, wiping a drop of blood from his cheek where a splinter of rock dislodged by the bullet had slashed the flesh. He was, nevertheless, in excellent humor, his keen grey eyes laughing as he peered oat over the rock rampart "If they keep up shootln' like that, Jim, I reckon our Insurance won't be high," he said. "I'm plumb ashamed of the camp, the way them boys waste lead. Hand over them cartridges; let's see what sorter stock we got" I reckon. Take a bit o' rest thar, an* ye'll be all right It's safe 'nough fer the present whar we are, fer as thet bunch o' chicken thieves Is concerned. I reckon we're in fer a siege, Jim." Westcott extended his hand. ."It's mighty white of you, Dan, to stay by me," he said gravely, "It's liable to cost you your job." "Ter h 1 with the job. I kin earn more In the mines eny day. Tm not doln' eny more for you than I would fer any other galoot In bad. I wouldn't let 'em lynch a hoss-thlef without glvin' 'em a fight first. Don't be glvln' any sympathy ter me." "But we haven't any chance." "Well, I don't know about that, now," and the marshal looked up and down the stream thoughtfully. "It might be worse. Look a here, Jim. This yere fuss ain't your fault, an' yer nevei shot the man, either." "No. I .didn't, Dan. I never fired a gun." "I know It; that's why all h 1 can't pry me loose. I saw most ov the row, an' I reckon I ain't so dumb that I can't catch onto the game what Lacy Is trying ter play." "You saw what happened?" "Sure; it didn't look good ter me, his glttin' yer ter come ter hts pface, specially when I knew he wasn't there alone; so, after ye'd gone in through "the saloon, I sasshayed down the alley an' took. a peek In through that rear window. Through that peephole I got sight o' you, Lacy, an* that fat feller--what's his name?" "Enright, a New York lawyer." "That's it; well, I could make out the three of yer, but I never got sight of the other buck--his name was Beaton, wasn't It?--till he came out from behind the curtain and gripped yer. It was a put-up job all right, an' maybe I ought to have hustled round to the door an' took a hand. But I don't aim to mix up in no scrimmage as long as both sides has got a fair show. Course thar was three ag'ln' one, but arter you kicked the wind out o' the lawyer, the odds wasn't so bad, an' 1 sorter hated to lose out seeing how the scrap caipe out. Holy smoke! but you sure put up some dandy fight, Jim. You had them two guys licked to a frazzle, when that Enright came back to life agin, an' crawled out on the floor an' picked up your gun. The fust thing I knew he had It, an' the next thing I knew he'd pulled the trigger. He meant it fer yon, bat Beaton got it." Hunting for a needle la • Haystack. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SCHEME WORKED TOO WELL Teacher 8hould Have Remembered .That Old Proverb Concerning Things Heard by Listeners. A'new high-school teacher had come to the local high school and was anxious to know how she Impressed the faculty members and students. But she was new and of course would not ask any of them the others' opinion of herself. So she began to watch for a chance to use her own ingenuity in making the discovery. And one day her chance came. She was in the principal's office filling out an Identification card when she saw him and one of the other teachers coming down the halt Quickly she slipped just outside the back door and stood there to listen a wee bit. Just as she had hoped they would, they noticed the card she had just filled out "Oh, she's the new teacher," spoke up the principal. "Do yon know by any chance what history she teaches?" The other teacher answered, "Ancient." The principal gritrtied. "Why, of course," he returned. **I should have known that from her looks." --Exchange. , Police Unappreclative of Art One of the best stories English theatrical men tell about Sir Henry Irving is of an occasion when he was rehearsing for Don Quixote at the Lyceum. The one great difficulty was to find Don Quixote's horse--sufficiently quaint, starved and aged. His manager, Bram Stoker, at last announced that he had found one In the provinces --an animal whose ribs could be counted, whose bones stood out like hat pegs, and which had a head like a camel. "It Is on its way from Euston now," said Bram Stoker, In answeli' to Irvlng's anxious inquiries. But the animal never arrived. The man and beast had got as far as Bow street when the police stopped theak The horse was ordered to be shot, and the man was sentenced to a month's Imprisonment for ctueltg to animals. >. V CHAPTER X. The Rock In the 8tream. Westcott was sensible now of a feeling of Intense exhaustion. The fierce fighting in the room behind the saloon; the excitement of the attempt to escape; the chase, ending with the plunge through the stream had left him pitifully weak. The marshal noticed it, and cast a swift glance into the other's face. "About all in, Jim?" he inquired underetandingiy. "Little out otyoar line. Laundry of the Mllllonafrt. Order Is pleasant. If I were a millionaire-- which I thank heafen I am not. nor scarcely a millionth part of one--I should take pleasure in the silent orderliness that shadowed me through my home. Those invisible hands that patted out the pillows and shlned the shoes and picked up everything, even the Sunday newspapers-- those I should enjoy. I should enjoy especially the guardian angel who hid from me the casualties of the laundry and put the surviving laundry away. In heaven there Is no laundry, oi mending of laundry. For the millionaire the laundry is sent and the laundry Is sorted away, blessed be th« name of the millionaire. I envy him little Wse--except, perhaps, his lines .shiiBjgi • Man on Trial roT One Kifitag ; ; '^Confesses to Tto» V'X' "v.:" Murders. ^ BOASTS OF HIS CRIME •He Was a Mutt--Wouldn't Stick Up His Hands Quick Enough," Says Prisoner--Thought He Might as Well Kill Other One. Chicago.--Frank Zagar, on trial for murder, amazed Judge Sabath's courtroom recently by confessing from the witness stand, not only one murder, bat two. He had Insisted on taking the stand, against the advice of his attorney, Eugene Moran, after the latter had almost succeeded in establishing ah alibi. And at the first question asked by Moran, Zagar produced his sensation. fr "Where were you on the night when Polldaris Serdakls was killed and Splris Kalzouros was wounded?" was the question. Boasts of Crime. "I was right there," Zagar answered. "And I bumped Serdakls off and shot his friend. And what's more, I Croaked another fellow that same night!" "You don't mean It," was all Koran could say. Judge Sabath ordered a recess, and sent for Dr. W. O. Krohn, alienist Zagar Insisted he was telling the truth, and added that he wanted to make a full confession to Assistant State's Attorney John Lowery, who was prosecuting the case. Doctor Krohn arrived. The. trial proceeded. Zagar went on with his story. He didn't seem nervous. It was all matter of fact He told of how he had killed Paul Palipo. "He was a mutt--wouldn't stick up his hands quick enough. I got $30 from him." He said OUle Buckner and Joe Delski were with him when he held up Serdakis and Kalzouros. This was a little more than two hours after the killing of Palipo. "Serdakls was slow too about throwing 'em up," he said. "And v* Ml* # *1 Was Right There,* He SaM. after I got his S10. he lowered hit arms. So I just bumped him off." "Why did you shoot the other man?" he was asked. "Oh, i just thought I might as well kill him, I guess." Expert 8ays He's 8ane. Attorney Moran made an attempt to establish that his client Is Insane. But Dr. Clarence A. Neymann, superintendent of the psychopathic hospital, who examined Zagar some time ago, stated his opinion that Zagar is sane. "It seems to me that he had been coached," said Doctor Neymann. 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