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?c »#**..••-j • '"j. 1 •'•"'••i By Courtney Ryley Cooper Otop^i{lt by Little, Browa A O*. s^.' ,^- &ati fft" FARRELL SYNOPSIS.--At Thornton Fairchild's death his son Robert learna 'there has been a dark period tn bis father's life which for almost thirty years has caused him suffer- In*. The secret la hinted at In a document left by the elder Fairchild. which also Informs Robert he is now owner of a mlnlnu claim la Colorado, and advising him to Me Henry Beamish, a lawyer. Beamish tells Robert his claim, a stiver mine, is at Ohadl, thirtyeight miles from Denver. He also warns him against a certain man. "Squint" Rodalne, his father's enemy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl. On the road to Ohadl from Denver Falrchild assists a girl apparently In a frenzy of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she has left, th^ sheriff and a posse appear, tn pursuit of a bandit Falrchild. bewildered, misleads them as to the direction the Rlr! had taken. At Ohadl Falrchild Is warmly greeted by "Mother" Howard, boardinghouse keeper, for his father's Bake. Prom Mother Howard Falrchild learns something Of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Sissle" LArsen. his father's coworker In the mme. He meets th» (pirl he had assisted, but she denies • her Identity. She is Anita Richmond, Judge Richmond's daughter. Visiting his claim, Falrchild is fjhadowed by a man he recognises from descriptions as "Squint" Rotialne. Back in Ohadl. his father's old friend, Harry Harklns. a Cornlshman. summoned from England by Beamish to help Falrchild, hails him with joy. The pair find the mine flooded and have rot sufficient funds to have it pumped dry. Ij*ter In the day "Squint" Rodains announces that he practically saw Harkins fall into the flooded mine, and evidently is drowned. Harklns Wing a general favorite, the entire population turns out to clear the flooded mine. "When the work is practically done, Harry appears. It had been a shrewd trick, and the men take it as a good joke. Faircnild learns that Judge Richmond is dying, and that he and Anita are in the power of the Rodaines. They begin, as partners, to work the mine.. In their hearts both fear Larsen was killed by Thornton Falrchild and his body burled by a cave-in which destroyed the mine. At the "Old Times Ball" Falrchild dances with Anita, to the discomfiture of Maurice Rod sine, son of "Squint." supposed to be engaged to the girl. A bandit holds «p the dance and shoots a merrymaker. Maurice Rodalne claims he recognized the bandit as Harkins. The latter is arrested. Falrchild Interferes to save Anita from the bullying of the two Rodaines, and is mystified at Anita's apparent Ingratitude. J.' , "1 CHAPTEW X . WWtafnes were on the sMetoalk when Falrchild came forth from the Richmond home, and true to bis instructions from the frightened girl, he brushed past them swiftly and went OB down the street, not turning at the muttered invectives which came from the crooked Hps of the older man, not seeming even to notice their presence as he hurried on toward Mother Howard's boarding house. In his creaky bed he sought to think, but in vain. 1 ' After hours, daylight began to streak tte sky. Falrchild, dull, worn by excitement and fatigue, strove to rise, then laid his head on the pillow for Juet a moment of rest. And "with that perversity which extreme weariness so often exerts, his eyes closed, and be slept--to wake at last with the realization that it was late morning, and that some one was pounding on the door. Fairchild raised his head. P» "Who 1* It?" X "So one you know--yet. I've come |tl t(» talk to you about your partner. I come in?" | "Yes." Falrchild waa fully Alive i»&w to the activities that the day held : before him. The door opened, and a yeung man, alert, almost cocky in man- Mr, with black, snappy eyes showing behind horn-rimmed glasses, entered and reached for the sole chair that the |i»om contained. ? S "My name's Fan-ell," be announced. Randolph P. Fnrrell. And to make > $ long story short, I'm your lawyer. ^ "My lawyer?" Fairchild stared. "I ps.,,- haven't any lawyer in Ohadl. The A ' wily--" '.That doesn't alter the fact Tirjt^'" jfour lawyer, and I'm at your service. • . And I don't mind telling you that It's % Just about my first case. Otherwise X don't guess I'd have gotten it." *' £' "Why not?" The frankness had driv- «n other queries from Fairchild's - jnind. Farrell, the attorney, grinned -^heerily. '•ih;"Because I understand It concerns " : ythe Rodaines. Nearly everybody has fi little money stuck into their enter- \ prises. Ani seeing I have no money pk ; *t all, I'm not financially interested, j^;r,'iAnd not being Interested, I'm wholly: $ t> Just, fair and willing to fight 'em to IC' ft standstill. Your partner's in Jail, ' as I understand it. Guilty or not gull- • "Wa--wait a minute! Who hired jrou?" Then with a sudden Inspiration: "Mother Howard didn't go and ftUi •, do this?" , "Mother Howard? Tou mean the faS. ' "woman who runs the boarding house? ^Xot at all "But--" "I'm not exactly at liberty to state." Suspicion began to assert itself. % V "Under those conditions, I donVbe- .IlleYe--9 "Don't say It I Don't get started f ; along those lines. I know what you're ;' thinking. Knew that was what would jyi 'happen from the start. And against the wishes of the person who hired me for this work, I--well, 1 brought i the evidence. Here, take a glimpse and then throw it away, tear it up, swallow It, or do anything you want to with It, Just so nobody else sees it. Ready? Look." He drew forth a small visiting card. Fairchild glanced. Then he looked-^ and then he sat up straight in bed. "Miss Anita Natalie Richmond." While across the card was hastily written, In a hand distinctively femlnine: "Mr. Fairchild: This It my good friend. He will help you. There la no fee attached. Please destroy. • "Anita Richmond." **Bu--but I don't understand." Tou know Miss--er--the writer of this card, don't you?" "But why should she--?** Mr. Farrell grinned broadly. * . "I see you don't know Miss--fee writer of this card at all. That's her nature. Besides--well, all she's got to do with me is crook her finger and ril jump through. I'm--none of your busiaess. But, anyway, here I am--" Fairchild could not restrain a laugh. There was something about the man, about his nervous, yet boyish way of speaking, about his enthusiasm, that wiped out suspicion and invited confidence. The owner of the Blue Poppy mine leaned forward. "But you didn't finish your sentence about--the writer of that card." "You mean--oh--well, there's nothing to that. I'm In love with her. Been in love with her since I've been kneehigh to a duck. So 're you. So's every other human being that thinks he's a regular man. So's Maurice Rodalne. Don't know about the rest of you-- but I haven't got a chance. Don't let it bother you. The problem right now is to get your partner out of jail. How much money have you g<?t?" "Only a little more than two thousand." "Not enough. There'll be bonds on four charges. At the least, they'll be around a thousand dollars apiece. Probabilities are that they'll run around ten thousand for the bunch. How about the Blue Poppy?" "I don't know what it's worth." "Neither do I. Neither does the judge. Neither does any one else. Therefore, It's worth at least ten thousand dollars. That'll do the trick. I'd suggest now that you get up, seize your deeds and accompany me to the palace of justice. Otherwise, that partner of yours will have to eat dinner In a place called In undignified language the hoosegow!" Soon Fairchild was dressed and walked hurriedly up the street with the voluble attorney. A half-hour, more and they were before the court, Fairchild, the lawyer and the jail-worn Harry, his mustache fluttering in more directions than ever. "Not guilty. Your Honor," said Randolph P. Farrell. "May I ask the extent of the bond?" The Judge adjusted his glasses and studied the information which the district attorney had laid before him. "In view of the number of charges and the seriousness of each, I must fix an aggregate bond of five thousand dollars, or twelve hundred fifty dollars for each case." "Thank you; we had come prepared for more. Mr. Falrchild, who is Mr. Harkins' partner, Is here to appear as bondsman. The deeds are In his name alone, the partnership existing, as I understand It, upon their word of honor between them. I refer. Your Honor, to the deeds of the Blue Poppy mine. Would Your Honor care to examine them?" His Honor would. His Honor did. For a long moment he studied tbem, and Fairchild, In looking about the courtroom, saw the bailiff in conversa- • % "Drop in any day this week and we'll go over things," be announced cheerfully. "We put one over on his royal Joblots that time, anyway. Hates me from the ground up. Worst we can hope for is a conviction and then a Supreme court reversal. I'll get him so mad he'll fill the case with errors. He used to be an Instructor down at Boulder, and I stuck the pages of a lecture together on him one du.v. That's why I asked for an early trial. Knew he'd give me a late one. That'll let us have time to stir up h little favorable evidence, which rignt now we don't possess. Understand--all money that comes from the mine Is held In escrow until this case Is decided. But I'll explain that Going to stick around here and bask In the effulgence of really possessing a case. S'long!" And he turned back into .the courtroom, while Fairchild, the dazed Harry stalking beside him, started down the street. " 'Ow do you figure l|?" asked the Coralshman at laa&. "• "What?" . . "Rodalne. TC >lped wk out f* Falrchild stopped. It had not occurred to him before. But now toe saw It: that If Rodalne, as an expert on mining, had condemned the Blue Poppy, il eouiu have meant only one thing, the denial of bond by the judge and the lack of freedom for Harry. Fairchild rubbed a hand across his brow. > "I can't figure It," came ft last. "And especially stare his son Is the accuser and since I got the best of them both last night!" "Got the best of 'em? You?" The story was brief In its telling. And it brought no explanation of the sudden amiability displayed by the crooked-faced Rodaine. They went on, striving vainly for a reason, nt last to stop in front of .he post office, as the postmaster leaned out of the door. "Your name's Fairchild, isn't UT' asked the person of letters. ' "Yes." ! y 1 "Thought so. Some of the?'feTfcrtvs said you was. There's been a letter for you here for two days!" "For me?" Vaguely Falrchild went within and received the missive, a plain, bond envelope without a return address. He turned it over and over in his hand before he opened it then lookeds at the postmark--Denver. At last:* "Open It, why don't you?" Harry's mustache was ticking1 tils ear, as the big miner stared over his shoulder. Before them were figures and sentences which blurred tor,a moment, finally to resolve Into: Mr. Robert Fairchild, "Ohadi, Colorado. "Dear Sir: «• , I am empowered by a client whose name I am not at liberty to state, to make you an offer of $50,000 for your property in Clear Creek county, known as the Blue Poppy mine. In replying, kindly address your letter to "Box 180, Denver, Colo." Harry whistled long and thoughtfully. I of a new development, and be iMbught forth the letter, once more to litre at It "Fifty thousand dollars la a lot of money," came at last. /"And what then?" Mother Howard, afcttl looking through ilpCbMted glasses, took the letter and atoUMMfl It "You two ain't Quitters, are foul" "*Oo» as?" Harry bristled. "Yes, you. If you are, get yourselves a piece of paper antf write to Denver and take the offer. If jrou ain't--keep on fighting." "I believe you're right, Mother Howard." Falrchild had reached for tbe letter again and was staring at it as though for Inspiration. "That amount of money seems to be A great deal. Still, If a person will offer that much for a mine when there's nothing in sight to show Its value, 4t ought to mean that there's something dark In the wogdpile and that the thing's worth fighting out. And personally speaking, I'm willing to fight !" "I never quit In my llfel" Harry straightened In his chair and his mustache stuck forth pugnaciously. Mother Howard looked down at him, pressed her lips, then smiled. "No," she announced, "except to run away like a whipped pup after you'd gotten a poor lonely boardiug-^ou^f keeper In love with you I" "Mother 'Oward, I'll--" « But the laughing, gray-haired! trWn» an had scrambled through the doorway and slammed the door behind her, only to open It & second later and poke her head within. "Needn't think because you can hold up a dance hall and get away with It you can use cave-man stuff on me!" s£e admonished. And in th|i| one sennef Is Fouii "Shut 'Em Off! It's Sueklng the Muck Out of the 8ump!" "Bend Accepted--I'll Set This Trial for--" tion wl{h a tall, thin man, with squint eyes and a scar-marked forehead. A moment laMIr, the Judge looked oter his glassefe. "Bailiff!" "Yes, Your Honor." "Have you any information regarding the value of the Blue Poppy mining claims?" . . "Sir, I have Just been tallnng to Mr. Rodalne. He says they're well worth the value of the bond." "How about that, Rodalne?" The judge peered down the courtroom. "They'll do," was his answer, and the Judge passed the papers to the clerk of the court. "Bond accepted. fl|.«Kt this trial for November 11." . . "Very well, Your Honor." Then he turned with a wide grin to his clients. "That's all until Novwn.ber." Out they filed through the narrow aisle of the courtroom, Fairchild's knee brushing the trouser leg of Squint Rodaine as they passed. At For ^ before him were the engraved I the door, th«. attorney turned toward words: | thft^ jvif X(WC|J^ ft luuuL '"That's a *ole lot of money P* "An awful lot, Harry. But why was the offer made? There's nothing to base it on. There's--" Then for a moment, as they stepped out of the post office, he gave up the thought, even of comparative riches. Twenty feet away, a man and a girl were approaching, talking as though there never had been the slightest trouble between them. It was Maurice Rodaine and Anita Richmond; they came closer, her eyes turned toward Fairchild, and then-- . She went on, without speaking, without taking the trouble to notice, apparently^ that he had been standing there. After this, there was little conversation until Harry and Fairchild had reached the boarding house. Then, with Mother Howard for an adviser, the three gathered In the old parlor, and Falrchild related the events of the night before, adding what had happened at the post office, when Anita had passed him without speaking. Mother Howard, her arms folded as usual, bobbed her gray head. "It's like her. Son," she announced at last. "She's a good girl. I've known her ever since she was a little tad not big enough to walk. A|»0 she loves her father." • . £But--" "She loves her father. Isn't that enough? The Rodaines have the money--and they have almost everything that Judge Richmond owns. It's easy enough to guess what they've done with It--tied it up so that he can't touch it until they're ready for him to do It. And they're not "golng to do that until they've gfittea, what they want." , - - v </• "Which Is--?" "Anita! Any fool ought to be able to know that. That stroke last night was the second one for the Judge. There usually ain't any more after the third one. Now, can't you see why Anita is willing to do anything on earth Just to keep peace and Just to give her father a little rest and comfort and happiness In the last days of his life? You've got to remember that he ain't like an ordinary father thnt you can go to and tell all your troubles to. He's laying next door to death, and Anita, just like any woman that's got a great, big, good heart in her. is willing to face worse than death to help him. It> as plain to me as the nose on Harry's face." "Which is quite plain,!' agreed Fair#' child ruefully. Harry rubbed tbe libeled proboscis.' pawed at his mustache and fidgeted In his chair. "I understand that, all right." he announced at last. "But why should anybody want to buy the mine?" H brought ValfcbUd to tbe fealtaa- J , "I,-. "• I'"* • tence was all the conversation necessary regarding the charges against Harry, as far as Mother Howard was concerned. She didn't believe them, and Harry's face showed that the world had become bright and serene again. He swung his great arms as though to loosen the big muscles of his shoulders. He pecked at his mustache. Then he turned to Falrchild. "Well," he asked, "what do we do? Go up to the mine--just like nothing ad ever 'appened?" "Exactly. Wait until I cbnnge my. clothes. Then we'll be ready to start. I'm not even going to dignify this letter by replying to it. And for one principal reason--" he added--"that I think the Rodalnea hare something to do with It" " 'Ow so?" "I don't know. Til be ready In a moment." An hour later they entered the mouth of the Blue Poppy tunnel, once jnore to start the engines and to resume the primping, meanwhile struggling back and forth with timbers from the mountain side, as they began the task of rehabilitating the tunnel where It had caved in just beyond the shaft. Hour after hour they toiled, until the gray mists hung lor- over the mountain tops, until the shadows lengthened and twilight fell. The engines ceased their chugging, the coughing swirl of the dirty water as It came from tbe drift, far below, stopped. Slowly two weary men jogged down the rutty road to the narrow, winding highway which led .through Kentucky gulch and Into town. That night Falrchild did not lie awake to stare about him In the dark-' ness. His eyes closed wearily, yet with a wholesome fatigue. Nor did he wake until Harry was pounding on the door in the dawn of the morning. Once more the pumps; once more the struggle against the heavy timbers; once more the "clunk" of the ax as it bit deep into wood, or the pounding of hammers as great spikes' were driven into place. The timbering of the broken-down portion of the tunnel just behind the shaft had been repaired, and Harry flipped the sweat away from his broad forehead with an action of relief.- "Not that It does any particular good." he announced. "But It's room we'll need when we start working down below, and we might as well 'ave It fixed up--" i He ceased suddenly and ran to the Of wtf it now, r>«u the rtaarW h. Wildly Harry waved •"fern off!" he yelled Fairchild in the dimness of the tunnel. "It's sucking the muck out of the sump! That means the 'ole drift Is unwatered." "Then the pumping Job's over J"1 "Yeh." Harry rose. "You stay ere and dismantle the pumps, so we can send 'em back. I'll go to town. We've got to buy some stuff." Then he started off down- the trail, while Fairchild went to his work.. And he ting as he dragged at the heavy hose. Work was before bim, work which was progressing toward a goal that he had determined to seek, In spite of all obstacles. The mysterious offer which he had received gave evidence that something awaited him, that some one knew the real value of the Blue Poppy mine, and that If he could simply stick to his task, If he could hold to the unwavering purpose to win In spite of all the blocking pitfalls thnt were put tn his path, some day, some time, the reward would be worth its price. More, the conversation with Mother Howard on the previous morning hod been comforting; it had given a woman's viewpoint upon another woman's actions. And Fairchild Intuitively believed she was correct. A shout from the road, accompanied by the roaring of a motor truck, announced the fact that Harry was mak- ;lpg his return. Five men were with him, to help him carry In ropes, heavy pulleys, weights 'and a large metal shaft bucket, then to move out the smaller/of .the pumps and trundle away with vhera. leaving the larger one and the larger engine for a single load. At last Harry turned to his paraphernalia and rolled up hie sleeves. "'Ere's where we work!" he announced. "It's us for a pulley and bucket arrangement until we can get the 'olst to working and the skip to running. 'Elp me 'eave a few timbers." v It was the beginning of a threedays' Job, the building of a heavy staging over the top of the shaft, the affixing of the great pulley and then the attachment of the bucket at one end, and the skip, loaded with pig Iron, on the other. Altogether, it formed a sort of crude, counterbalanced elevator, by which they might lower themselves into the shaft, with various bumplngs and delays--but which worked successfully, nevertheless. Together they piled Into the big, iron bucket, Harry lugging along spikes and timbers and sledges and ropes. Then, pulling away at the cable which held the weights, they* furnished the necessary gravity to travel downward. An eerie journey, faced on one side by the crawling rope of the skip as it traveled along the rusty old track on Its watersoaked ties, on the other by the still dripping timbers of the aged shaft and its broken, rotting ladder, while the carbide lanterns cast shadows about, while the pulley above creaked and the erod 3d wheels of the skip squeaked and protested! Downward-- a hundred feet--and they collided with the upward-bound skip, to fend off from It and start on again.. The air grew colder, more moist The carbides spluttered and flared. A slight bump, and they were at the bottom. Before them the drift tunnel, damp and dripping and dark, awaited, seeming to throw back the flare of the carbides as though to shield the treasures which might lie beyond. Harry started forward a step, then pausing, shifted his carbide and laid a hand on his companion's shoulder. "Boy," he said slowly, "we're starting at something now--and I don't know where it's going to lead us There's a cave-In up 'ere, and If we're ever going to get anywhere In this mine, we'll 'ave to go past It. And I'm afraid of what we're going to find when we cut our wye through! Clouds of the past seemed to' rise and float past Fairchild--cloudi which carried visidhs of a white, broken old man sitting by a window, waiting for death, visions of an old safe .and a lettei It contained. For a long, Jong moment, there was silence. Then came Harry's voice again, "I'm afraid It ain't going to be good news, Boy. But there ain't no wye to get around It. It's got to come out sometime--things like that won't stay 'Idden forever. And your father's gone bow--gone where It can't *urt '1m." ;i< know," • answered Frilrchild, lit a queer, husky voice. 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L R Wiaae of 706 Louisa St., New Orleans, La. "I would often sit down and cry, and waa - always blue and had no ambition. I " waa this way for over a year and had allowed myself to get into quite a serious condition. One day 1 Saw your . advertisement in the daily paper and began to take I^dit E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound at once. I have improved ever since taking the third • bottle and find it is the best medicine I have ever taken." Benefited by First Bottlt "I waa completely ran down and, not able to do my housework. I just dragged myself around and did not have energy to get up wbeh onc« down. I read. adveriiaemen once I sat - of iE. Pinkham's Vegetable Comaour paper The Indiana Daily ' and learned all about it. 11 caived results from the very first bottle and now work, even' I never felt better in my life. 1 tal|l oyoo-'-llra. ^ r I am doing all my own waahing ana ironing, and t my UfeTl tetl all my friendsitisduetoyoo."--Mrs. > Elizabeth Rknbold, 408 N. Pine St., Indianapolis, ~ Y«u£e«3Si]W beed to tte expertencea of theae woman. They ] how they felt before taking Oe Vegetable Compound, and afterwaids, too. Their worda are true. Lydia B. PinktaMn*ii Private Text*Book upon "AOmeati ^ Peculiar to Women" will be sent youi free upon teqaeat Write ?#;. TiTdfe Mi PlTilr**triTi« Tfttllmiw ||SisMluiMtS» ' is*