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"The Strange Case of - --• »NH**V ««*»* l3y Randall Parrish :*y Author of mTb• D+oir* OtM!4* mPfy Lady cflbm J^orthr Etc, » Oqfri|ht by RmKI»H Purlak Wt & ll Pi 1 VI v CHAPTER XII--Continued. •'•5'.- --13-- it **No, it's over there, and I am afraid didn't tbnch him either; It was all so •udden I got no aim. Do you hear those voices? There most be a dozen ; the band outside already." " He looked up at her, his glance altftost vacant, and she could but per- •#five how his chin shook. * "What shall we do?" .""Do!" She gripped hta aboulder. ••Are you a man and ask that? We fwlll fight! Did you Imagine I would ever surrender myself into the hands tof that devil after what has happened? I would rather die; yes, I drill die before he ever puts hand on fcne. And what about you, Mr. Caventiish? Are you going to lie there mop- ..i-fag? Answer me--I thought you were ••••-a gentleman." The words were like a blow in his iface, and under their sting he staggered to his feet; scarlet biased In ptooth his cheeks. "You have no right to say that to tee," he said angrily. Tm not that ftfnd." "I know It," she admitted, "but you lose your nefre; this Isn't your game. IWell, it isn't mime either, for the matter of that. Nevertheless It has got jto be played, and we're going to play It together Those fellows will be at eat door presently--just as soon as endez tells them who are inside here. lThey'41 try us ones and. If we can beat Itbem back, that will give us a breath- .. lug spell. Two of us ought to hold tfcem for some time." , There was a shouting of commands %ithqpt In Spanish, punctuated by oaths, the meaning of which the glit * Vlone understood. She leaned forward, her eyes on the door, the cocked „ revolver hel£ ready. She had meant fwhat she said to Cavendish; to her IDlnd death was far preferable to any surrender to that infuriated Mexican; t «he expected death, but one hope yet touoyed her up--Westcott He would eome; she had faith in that--and he Could find sh$ had fought to the end, ren if he came too late. She buried feer face In her hands, stifling a sob that shook her body, yet when she liftfid her head again there was no gllm- * . iner of tears In her eyes and her Cheeks were crimson. She waited mo- > tlonless, scarcely seeming to breathe-- X the statue of a woman at bay. I ; All ^this was but for a moment, a mo- : #nent of swift thought, of equally swift Mleclslon. The next Cavendish stood - beside her, grasping the shotgun, no longer a victim of weakness, his eyes - • gneetiog hers eagerly. . '••,1. "i could only find twelve cartridges," j^e exclaimed, "but I know how to use i \^Bl08e." .• He took a step forward and helu oat Ills hand. » v* "Forgive me, Miss Donovan," he pleaded. "Really I do not know what :-v ' Snakes me like that, bat you would fibake a man out of anybody." • V' Her firm, slim fingers met his eager- |-ty, her eyes instantly glowing in appreciation. * "Of course I forgive you," she ex- ;*lainfed. "Your fear Is no greater (than my own, I am a woman and y 4read this sort of thing. All that gives , ..fejpne courage is the knowledge that , |<Jeath is preferable to dishonor," her. Jlrolce lost its firmness, "and--and my (faith in a man." v , . "You mean in possible rescue J" 1 Her eyes lifted to his face. 1 * y "Yes, Mr. Cavendish. It may prove vV&jall imagination, yet there is one--a • 'weal man, I am sure--who must know of my plight before this. If he does, - find lives, he will come to me. If we only defend ourselves long enough ere will be rescue." A blow struck the outer door, and as repeated, evidently dealt by the utt of a gun; then the two, standing (silent and almost breathless within, Jieard Mendez' volcei , "Senorita, and you also, Senor Cavendish," he called, his words intended to be conciliatory. "It is of no use that ^ou resist. We are many and armed, of you surrender and not fight I pledge wou protection."' j The girl glanced at Cavendish. "You answer him." j "What shall I say?" he whispered. T "The man lies; he will keep no jpromise once we are in his power. Besides they have not yet found Cateras. •When they do there will be no thought Pt mercy." « "Then we will fight it out?" "I shall; I will never give myself Into the hands of that creature." "Senor," and Cavendish stepped aside to the protection of the logs, "we rwlll not surrender. That is our answer." "Fools!" he called back, his voice irising harsh above the growling of others. "We will show you. Sllva, Felipe, quick now; do what I told you. !We will teach these Americano dogs a lesson. No, stand back! Walt until epeak the word." A faint glimmer of light through one of the log crevices caught Cavendish's attention and he bent down, hii> eye to the crack, one hand grasping the barrel of his gun. Stella watched him motionless and silent, her face ; pale from strai^. "I can count about a dozen out there," he said finally, his words barely audible, and his eye still at the slight opening. "All Mexican except two--they look American. Most of them are armed. Ah! Wait! The fellows have searched the cells and discovered Cateras. Do you hear that yell? It will be a fight to a finish now. Here come two men with a log --that's their game, then; they mean to smash in the door," He straightened up, casting a swift glance about the apattment. All hesitancy, doubt, had left him now that usnin r:ipnl>W> of thinking clearly and acting. "Miss Donovan," he burst out, "we can never hope to hold back those men here--In this room. We shall be In bright light as sodn as the door Is battered down and then, If they crush In the window also, we shall surely be attacked from two sides." "What will be better?' she asked. 'The back room; it Is dark,' with no windows, and there are strips nailed between the logs. We can force that heavy wooden bed across the door and hide behind It. We ought to hold them the^e as long as our cartridges Inst, unless they set the cabin afire. Good God! They have begun already. Tfyree more blows like that and the door goes down. Come; it's our only chance.** It was the work of a moment; it had to be. The Inner room was so dark they had to feel their way about blindly, yet those splintering crashes on tho outer door, interspersed by the shouts of the men, spurred both to hurried effort. Nor was there much to be done. The heavy bed was thrown upon Its side and hauled and pushed forward until it rested against the door jambs, the mattress and blankets so caught and held as to form protection against bullets. Breathless the two sank to their knees In the darkness behind, their eyes on the brightening daylight of the room beyond. Already a hole had been stove through the upper panel of the door, the surrounding wood splintered. Some one fired once through the jagged opening and an exultant yell followed from without. "No firing!" the voice was Mendez', rising sharply above the other sounds. "I don't want the girl shot, you fools. Take that other log around to the window. They'll surrender fast enough once we're inside. . Now, another one. Here, five of you swing her J" With a crash the remaining wood gave way, the end of the log, used as a battering ram, projecting Into the room. Over the shattered door, now held only by one bent hinge, a halfdozen forms swarmed inward, the quick rush blocking their passage. Cavendish pulled trigger, the deep boom of his shotgun echoed instantly by the sharpen report of the girl's revolver. She fired twice before the swirling smoke obstructed the view, conscious only that one man had leaped straight into the air and another had sprawled forward on hands and knees. Cavendish pushed home a fresh cartridge and the smoke cloud lifted just enough to permit them to perceive the farther doorway. A Mexican lay curled up In the center of the floor, his gun a dozen feet away; another hung dangling across an overturned stool, but the opening was vacant. Just outside a fellow, wounded, was dragging himself out of range. "Great Scott!" exclaimed Cavendish, excitedly. "Every shot counted. Here, load up quick. They'll try the Window next. Get down!" The warning was not tyi Instant too soon, the hasty volley largely thudding harmlessly into the thick mattress, although a bullet or two sang past and found billets in the logs behind. Cavendish returned the fire, shooting blindly Into the smoke, but the girl only lifted her head, staring intently into the umother, until the cloud floated away through the door. The attackers had again vanished, all semblance of them, except those two motionless bodies. "Looks as though they had enough of It," he said grimly, "and have decided to starve us out." "Oh, do you think so? I heard a noise then." He heard It also, his glfence returning instantly to the front, his form stiffening into preparation. For a moment neither could determine the meaning of the sounds. Then he cocked his gun, the sharp click echoing almost loudly in the stillness. "Trying the window this time," he murmured. "Do you hear that? Be ready." The two knelt motionless, peering over the edge of the bed into the dim twilight, seeing nothing, each with finger on trigger--tense, expectant. Then, without warning, the flying figure of a man leaped across the doorway into the security of the opposite wall. It was d o n e so q u i c k l y n e i t h e r f i r e d , but Cavendish licked his parched lips with a dry tongue. "I'll get the next one who tries that trick," he muttered. "It Will be easier than partridge shooting." A minute--two passed, every nerve on edge; then a second flying form, almost a blur in the gathering gloom, shot across the narrow opening. The shotgun spoke, and the wildly leaping figure seemed to crumble to the floor- Its lower half had reached shelter, but head and shoulders lay exposed, revealing gray hair and a white mustache. Cavendish sprang erect, all caution forgotten. "It's Mendez," he cried. "I got the arCh-flend of them--" A rifle cracked and he went plunging back, his body striking the girl, and crdshing her to the floor beside him. There was no cry, no groan of agony, yet he lay there motionless. She crept across and bent over him, almost dumb with fear. "You--you are shot?" she made herself speak. "Yes; they've got roe," the utterance of the words a struggle. "It's here in the chest; I--I don't know how bad; perhaps if you tear open my shirt, you--you might stop the blood." She could see nothing, not even the man's face, yet her fingers rent the shirt asunder and searched for the wound. It was not bleeding greatly, what else to do, she tore a strip from her skirt and bound it hastily. He never moved, or spoke, and she bent her head closer. The wounded man had lost consciousness.. Alone, in the dark, she crept on her knees to her place behind the barricade. Her hand touched the empty gun he had dropped, and she reloaded It slowl^, only half comprehending its mechanism. The revolver, every chamber filled, rested on the upturned edge of the bed; her lips were firmly pressed together. Quietly she pushed forward the barrel of the shotgun, and waitaO, ; CHAPTER tall. A Needle In a Haystack. The little marshal of Haskell had the reputation of being as quick of wit as of trigger finger. Startled as he was by that sudden apparition appearing before them In 'the dark road, and at being addressed by a woman's voice, the mention of the name Cassady gave him an instant clue. "There was but one Cassady In camp, and that Individual's reputation was scarcely of a kind to recommend hlm*in the eyes of the law. If any woman sought that fellow in this out-of-the-way spot, it was surely for no good purpose. Brennan leaned forward over his saddle horn, lowering his voice confidentially, and managing to achieve a highly meritorious brogue. "Sure, Ol'm Cassady," he,admitted grouchily. "How lver come yer ter guess thot?" "You were expecting to meet Mr. Enright, weren't you?, THat was what Bill Lacy told you. He was to explain to you Just what you were to do." x Brennan mumbled something indistinctly, now thoroughly - aroused to the situation. "Well, Mr. Enright couldn't come, and Lacy Is over across the creek yet, 'hunting down Ned Beaton's murderer. I am Miss La Rue," she hurried on, almost breathlessly, "and I've brought you Lacy's note, which you are to give to that Mexican--Pascual Mendez. You understand? You are to give it to Mm, and no one else. Lacy said you could kill your horse; If necessary, but the note must be there by daylight tomorrow. Here--take It." Brennan thrust It into an Inner pocket, and cleared his throat. 'jAefcd was no small risk in asking questions, yet, unless he learned more, this information might prove utterly useless. The note to Mendez meant little until he discovered where that bandit was to be found. "Shure now, miss," he said insinuatingly. "Mr. Lacy must hev' slnt more Instructions 'long with ye then them. All ther word thet iver come ter me wus ter saddle oop, ride down here an' mate this man Enright. I don't aven know fer shure whar ol' Mendez Is--likely 'nough he be in Mexico." "In Mexico!" Indignantly. "Of course not. Lacy said you knew the trail. It's a place they call 'Sunken valley'--out there somewhere," and Brennan could barely distinguish the movement of her arm desertward. "It's across that sand flat." "Shoshone?" "Yes; I couldn't remember the name. That's all I know about it, only Lacy said you'd been there before." "Shure, miss," assured the marshal softly, clearly realizing that he had already gone the limit, and that any m K 1k». supreme teat bad cone.. He was | and she bad no water, but not knowing «£.'Ci It Was Done 60 Quickly Neither Fired. further questioning must lead inevitably to trouble. "If It is Sunken valley I'm ter ride ter, thet's alsy." "Then it's good night." She vanished up the side trail, as though the wind had blown away a shadow. Brennan gathered up his reins, straightening his body In the saddle. He glanced back toward the dim shade of his companion, chuckling. "Some bit of luck that, Jim." "Doesn't seem to me we know muth more than we did before," Westcott answered gloomily. "Only that this chap Mendez is , at a place called Sunken valley, t never heard of It; did you?" "No; I reckon It's no spot the law has ever had any use for. I've supposed all along them Mexican cattle thieves had a hidden corral somewhar In this country; but nobody has ever found It yet. Right now, thanks to Oils Miss La Boa, I've got^a bunch feat"tm? ery, and put Bill Lacy and ol' MMMtai out of business. But there's no MMW, of our gmasin' here. We got a right smart bit o' ridln' to do afore daylight." "How about the note she gave yottV "We'll wait a while to read that ! don't want to strike no light Just yet. Maybe It had best be kept till daybreak." The men rode steadily, and mostly in silence, a large part of the way side by side. The animals they bestrode were fairly mated, quite capable of maintaining their gait for several hours, and needing little urging. The night gloom enveloped them completely; their strained eyes were scarcely able to trace the dim outlines of the ridge road, but the horses were desert broke, and held closely to the beaten track. Then Westcott's pony, which carried by far the heavier load, began to show signs of fatigue. They drew up, and the marshal dismounted, searching about- blindly in the darkness. "Too d n dark," he said, coming back, and catching up his rein. "A cat couldn't find anything there; but there's firm sand. Wait a minute; fve got a pocket compass." fie struck a match, sheltering the sputtering blaze with one hand. The light illumined his face for an Instant, and then went out, leaving the night blacker than before. "That's south," he announced, snapping the compass case shut, "and this blame wind Is southeast; that ought to keep us fairly straight" "The ponies will do that; they'll keep where the traveling is good. Shift this bag back of your saddle, Dan. You ride lighter, and my horse Is beginning to pant already; that will ease him a few pounds." The transfer was made, and the two men rode out Into the rear desert, urging their animals forward, trusting largely to their natural instinct for guidance. They would follow the hard sand, and before long the scent of water would as certainly lead them directly toward the spring. Yet It was not long until dawn began to turn the desert gray, gradually revealing Its forlorn desolation. Westcott lifted his head, and gazed about with wearied eyes, smarting still from the whipping of the sand-grit. On every side stretched away a scene of utter desolation, unrelieved by either shrub or tree--an apparently endless ocean of sand, in places leveled by the wind, and elsewhere piled Into fantastic heaps. The breeze slackened somewhat as the sun reddened the east, and the ponies threw up their heads and whinnied slightly, increasing their, speed. Westcott saw the marshal arouse himself, straighten In the saddle, and stare about Ids eyes still dull and heavy. "One h 1 of a view, Jim," he said disgustedly, "but I reckon we can't be a great ways from that spring. We've •been ridln' right smart." "It's not far ahead; the ponies sniff water. Ah! there's a bunch o' green ahead; that'll likely be Badger springs." Assured they were beyond pursuit, the two unsaddled and turned the ponies out to crop the few handfuls of wire grass which the sweet water bubbling up from a slight depression had coaxed into stunted growth. There was no wood to be had, although they "found evidence of several camp-fires, and consequently they were obliged to content themselves wlfh what they could find eatable in their bag. Except for a few sentences neither spoke, until Brennan, having partially satisfied his appetite, produced the note given him by Miss La Rue, and deliberately slashed open the sealed envelope. "In the name of the law," he said grimly, hauling out the lnclosure. "Now we'll see what's the row. Holy smoke! It's in Spanish! Here, Jim, do you read that lingo?" "I know words here and there," and Westcott bent over the paper, his brows wrinkling. "Let's see; It's not quite clear, but the sense is that Mendez will be paid a thousand dollars for something--I can't make out what, only it has to do with prisoners. Lacy says he'll be there to confer with him some time tonight." "Lacy write It?" "Yes; at least he signed ltM "Well, If Lacy alms to meet Mendez tonight he ought to be along here soon after nightfall. How'd it do to hide in these sand hills and wait?" "We can do that, Dan, If we don't hit any trail," said Westcott, leaning over, his hand on the other's knee, "but if we can get there earlier, I'd rather not waste time. There's no knowing what a devil like Mendez may do. Let's take a ecout around, anyhow." v They started, the one going east, the other west, and made a semicircle un- ; til they met, a hundred yards or so, i south of the spring, having found nothing. Agf\ln they circled out, plowing their way through the sand, and all at once Brennan lifted his hand into the air and called. Westcott hurried over to where he stood motionless, staring down at the track of a wagon wheel. It had slid along a slight declivity, and left a mark so deep as not yet to be obliterated. They traced it for thirty feet before It entirely disappeared. "Still goln' south," aflirmed the mar* shal, gazing In that direction. "Don't look like there's nothin' out there, but we might try. Let's saddle up." It was a blind trail, and progress was slow. The men separated, riding back and forth, leaning forward in the saddles, scanning the sand for the slightest sign. Twice they encountered an undoubted wheel mark, and once traces of the whole four wheels were plainly visible. These could be followed easily for nearly a quarter ot a mile, but then as quickly vanished as the wagon came again to an outcropping of rock. Yet this was assured-- the outfit had headed steadily south ward. This was desperately slow work, and beyond that ridge of rock they discovered no other evidence. An hour passed, and not the slightest sign gave encouragement. Could the wagon have turned in some other direction? In the shadow of a sand dune they halted flnally to discuss the situation. Should they go on? Or explore further to the west? Might It net ex en be better to way to the spring*, xralt tfa* poming of Lacy? BrenBafc- was for turning back, arguing the osetessness of golng farther, and the necessity of water for the ponies. "Come on, Jim," be urged. "Be sen* Bible; we've lost the trail, and that's no fault o' ours. An Apache Indian couldn't trace a herd o' steers through this sand. And look ahead thar! It's worse, an' more of It. I'm for stalking Lacy at the springs." He stopped suddenly, staring southward as though he had seen a vision. "Holy smoke! What's that? By God! It's a wagon, Jim; an' It come right up out of the earth. ? There wasn't no wagon there a second ago." For a moment both men suspected that what they looked upon was a mirage--Its actual existence there In that place seemed Impossible. Yet there was no disputing the fact that yonder In the very midst of that desolation of sand a wagon drawn by straining horses was slowly moving t The Light Illumined HIS race for an Instant directly toward them. Westcott was first to grasp the truth, hastily jerking the marshal back to where the tired ponies stood with drooping heads behind the projection of the dune. Westcott laiy outstretched on the far side of the dune, his hat beside him, and his eyes barely able to peer over the summit, ready to report observations to the marshal crouched below. (TO BK CONTINUED.) WHY WRITE DULL LETTERS? mm TOiAWYOTRSE Dootor, Ag«d 64, Married 40 Years, in Love With Pretty Trained Nurae of 20. Omaha.--Dr. W. O. Henry, for yeara one of the most prominent surgeons in Omaha, a pillar of the First Presbyterian church, Sunday school teacher, and member of all the prominent Omaha clubs and civic organizations, Is figuring as the apex of a triangle, with his wife and a pretty trained nurse as the other angles. Mrs. Henry has just been granted a divorce from her husband, to whom she had been married for more than 40 years, and Dr. Henry has written a book telling in a most naive way all about his love affair with the young nurse. The doctor Is sixty-four years old, Mrs. Henry is almost as old, and the pretty nurse Is Just twenty. The nurse is Miss Hazel Henderson. She was a student nurse In Dr. Hen* ry's hospital in Omaha and lived with the doctor's family. The doctor says he took her home to develop her ChriaiViLr< Vtr \ Uted LHk E. Pmkham's !> Compoun fer «nd Recovered. - M* Wanted to Marry Ma. tla.n character, when, "suddenly without warning, she, with the deepest simplicity, said she wanted to marry me." The doctor says he considered the matter prayerfully and decided to accept the proposal. He said his plan was for Mrs. Henry to secure a divorce and permit his marriage to the girl. He then planned to have his former wife, go to live with him and his new bride. Mrs. Hairy agreed to the divorce, but refused to live with the doctor and the nurse. Correspondence May Be Made interestp ing If a Little Thought 4a Given to It Most people think before they speak, but only a few think before they write. I have a friend, says a writer in Lon don Answers, and she is a girl who always keeps her friends; partly, I am sure, because, however far away they are,, It is never too much trouble to write them long and Interesting let lers. Thus, though miles may stretch between them, she can always keep her friends very near to her in thought She does not dash off anything that comes into her head; she always con slders her friends' point of view. II the particular friend she is writing to Is fond of sport she writes of it; fond of books, then the latest books are discussed; If music 1s a favorite, then music finds a place in her letter. And always through them all there runs a little vein of humor. So many people suffer from lack of tact -For Instance, some time ago, when my mother was about to undergo very serious operation, It became necessary to censor her correspondence-- for the simple reason that some of it was too depressing for words. One very well-meaning old lady wrote saying how sorry she was to hear of my mother's great misfortune and how It often happened that very active women ended their days as bedridden invalids! And how she once knew of a lady who caught cold after a similar operation and contracted some awful kind of Incurable "Itis l" One always considers people In conversation. Then why not In letter writing? One does not talk religion before an atheist nor let the conversation verge on the frivolous before a curate. Letters require just as much thought FANATIC IS "CRUCIFIED" ALIVE Was Here Before Columbus. On a farm near Rosewell, N. M., is an irrigation ditch, or rather a raised irrigation ditch, which is one of the oldest evidences of man's inventive powers on this continent It was built centuries before Columbus learned navigation. Tl» walls of the caaal are believed to lave been made of sediment taken from a nearby spring, a claylike material that exposure to the air has made as hard as stone. The making of two blades of grass to grow where but one grew before through irrigation is a very ancient practice. It was carried on crudely by the Egyptians at least as early as 2,000 B. C.--Popular Science Monthly. 8afety First After a dreadful experience in which a small boy was locked in the t»th room accidentally, the family had an emergency bell Installed and also had the door equipped with a night lock like that on the front door. 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Di Gabrlele appeared In Oaxaca early in Lent proclaiming himself to be the Savior, and so worked on the superstitious and Ignorant Indians that they crucified him, using railway spikes to nail him to a rude cross. He was released the next day and survived the ordeal. News of the crucifixion reached the capital of the state, Tehuantepec. and the governor ordered Di Gabrlele brought there. A great procession followed the cart In which he was transported. Later the mayor of Tequlzistlan, who acted as the Roman centurion at the crucifixion, waa arrested. GETS DOSfc OF OWN MEDICINE Jailer Must 8erve Sentence of 8ix Months In Own Jail for Engaglno In Fight Frankfoit, Ky.--Fess Whittaker, jailer of Letcher county, must serve six months in his own Jail at Frankfdrt. Gov. Edwin P. 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