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"My sister? on, I guess not!" “Yes, but I do.” throwing a con- fidence into his tone he was far from feeling, “Mirs Hope and I are i‘rieuds.” 'I‘he boy sprang to his feet, his latte flitâ€"mid. ”Oh. you met-m Hope? Do you know ht r? Say, I thought you were giving me that old gag about Christ's -iaclaire." "Certainly not: who is she?" "That's more than I know; l‘ellow came to me at Carson. and said he-fiti met my sister on a stage west of To- peka. I knew he was lyin', because she’s home over in Missouri. Pins! v, The boy fidgeted along the edge of the bed, evidently half ashamed of himself, yet obstinate and unyielding. Keith sat watching his face, unable to evolve any means of changing his de. 'cision. Hawley’s influence just at present was greater than Hope’s, be- cause the lad naturally felt ashamed ito go slinking home penniless and de- feated. His pride held him to Hawley. and his faith that the man would, re- deem his promise. Keith understood all this readily enough, and compre- hended also that if “Black Bart” had any use for the boy it would be for some criminal purpose. What was it? Was there a deeply laid plot back of all these preparations involving both Willoughby and his sister? What .was it Ha'wley was scheming about so carefully, holding this boy deserter In one hand, while he reached out the :other after Christie Maclaire? Surely, the man was not working blindly; he must have a purpose in view. Wil- loughby had acknowledged he had told the fellow something once when he I got it out of him that she claimed to .wu drunkâ€"about his family history, be my sister, but ilt'l‘ name “as 'no doubt, for he had shown him Maclaire. Why, I don't even snow 3090’: picture. What that family her. and what do you suppose she secret was Keith had no means of ever picked me out for her brother guessing, but Hawley, the moment be for?” He was plainly puzzled, and perfect, ly convinced it was all a mistake. That his sister might have left home since he did, and drifted West under an assumed name, apparently never occurred to him as possible. To Keith [law the face on the cardboard, had {evidently recognised Christie Maclaire .--had thought of some way in which ,what he now knew could be turned to advantage. The few scattered facts which Keith had collected all seemed 'to point to such a conclusionâ€"flawley “It was not very nice of me to come In on you this way," he began, apolo- getically, “but you see I happened to know your sister." “My sister? Oh, I guess not!” “Yes, but I do." throwing a con- fidence Into his tone he was far from feeling, “Miss Hope and I are friends.” ”Oh. you mean Hope? Do you know her? Say, I thought you were giving me that old gag about Christie Maclaire.” “Certainly not; who is she?" “That’s more than I know; fellow came to me at Carson. and said he'd met my sister on a stage West of To- peka. I knew he was lyin', because she’s home over in Missouri. Pinsl'v. I got it out of him that she claimed to be my sister, but her name “as Maclaire. Why, I don't even know her. and what do you suppose she ever picked me out for her brother He was plainly puzzled, and perfect, ly convinced it was. all a mistake. That his sister might. have left home since he did, and drifted West under an assumed name, apparently never occurred to him as possible. To Keith this was the explanation. and nothing could be more natural. considering her work, yet he did not feel like shattering the lad’s loyalty. Faith in the sister might yet save him. interviewing Willoughhy. Cooliy, yet without in the least comprehending how best to proceed. Keith drew toward him the only chair in the room, and sat down. Miss Hopeâ€"more widely known as Chriztie Maciaireâ€"had claimed this druzz‘xvu lad as her brother, but, according to Hawiey, he had vehemently denied any such relationship. Yet there [ELSE be some previous association betwem the two. and what this was the plains- man proposed to discover. The prob- lem was lmx best to cause the i’eiimv to talk franklyâ€"could he be reached more easily by reference to the girl or the gambler? Keith studying thd “Perhaps the fellow who told you,” he hazardod blindly, speaking the first thought which came to his mind, “had some reason to desire to make you think this Maclalre girl was your sin- ter." The suggestion caused him to laugh at first; then his face suddenly sob ered, as though a new thought had 00- curred to him. “Damn me, no, it couldn’t be tint." he exclaimed, one hand pressing nil head. “He couldn’t be warkin' no trick of that kind on me.” “Whom do you mean?" “A fellow named i~ia\\"<j.'.“ evasive- ly. “The man who ofzil- 6' W have met my sister.” “‘Biack Bart' Hawim? The boy lifted his htu' ;.;":7;., his eyes filled with suspicion “hut a Iitt‘e," carelessly; “but what sort of a trick could he be working tryipg to make you acknowledge Christie Madairc as your sister?" “’iIImJgifiv did not answer, shitting uneasily about on the bed. Keith waited, and at last the boy blurted out: “Oh, it wren’t nothing much. I told him someti'.“'1g when I was drunk once, that i thought maybe might have stuck to him. Odd he should make that :“istake, too, for I showed him Hope’s picture. Bart’s a schemer, and I didn’t know but what he might have figural out a trick, though 1 don’t see how he could. It wasn’t no more *han a pipe dream, I reckon. Where did you meet Hope? Back in Missouri?” “Just a IittTe," c tort of a trick c trying to make Christie Maclaire Willouglzby did uneasily about _“Yes. if you must know; he's a pmbler all right, but he’s stuck to me when I was down and out. You know him?” “hm a, Iitf‘e," carelessly; “but what IOI‘L of a trfnk could he be working One thirg was clearly evidentâ€"the boy’s faith in his sister. If he Was to be. rightly influenced, and led back to her, he must have no suspicion aroused that her life was any differ- ent from what it had been before he left home. Besides if Keith hoped to gain any inkling of what Hawley’s purpose con‘d he, he must win the confidence of Willoughby. This could not be done by telling him of Hope’s present life. These considerations flashed through his mind. and as swift- ly determined his answer. i‘Oh. I’ve known her some time. Not ions ago I did her a service for which she is grateful. Did you know she was out in this country searching for you? “Out here? In Kansas?” “Sure; that isn‘t much of a trip for a upmfnd girl. She got it in her head from your letters that you were In trouble, and set out to find you nd bring you homo. the didn’t tell no this, but tint in the way I heard it. It was $01 her aka I came in here. Why not go to her, Emouthby, and (Du both of you rm to W?” Th. null-canon 1nd ”0 out. d tho it”. not; he looted Ind, m “hawk-ha. ’9, (Cornish. A- C- HcClurs a: 00.. 1910.) CHAPTER ‘xvm. ! "Fdrt Lared, I “Well, that settles it,” shaklns his head. "‘You don’t suppose I could go brow-ln’ ’round Lamed, and not get snapped up, do you? They don’t chase deoerters very far out here, but that's the post I skipped from, and they’d Jug me all right. Besides, I’m damned if I’ll go back until I get a stake. 1 want to see a fellow first." “What fellow ?" “Well, it’s Hawley, if you want to know so bad. He said if I would come here and wait for him he’d put me on to a good tlzTrg.” “Fdrt Lax-“ed, I suppose. She went to Carson Cfty first.” had sent the boy to Sheridan, where ho would be out of sight, with orders ”to wait for him there, and the prom- lu of a "stake” to keep him quiet. Then he had gone to Independence Ind Topeka seeking after Christie Unclaire. Evidently he meant to keep the two apart until he had gained from each whatever it was he sought. But what could that be? What family secret could Willoughby have blurted out in his cups, which had so stimulated the gambler’s wits? Two things combined to cause Keith to determine he would uncover this rascalityâ€"his desire to repay Hawley, and his interest, in the girl rescued on the Salt Fork. This gossa- mer web of intrigue into which he had stumbled unwittingly was nothing to him personally; had it not involved both Hawley and Miss Hope, he would have left it unsolved without another thought. But under the circumstances it became his own battle. There was a crime hereâ€"hidden 'as yet, and probably not consummatedâ€"involving wrong, perhaps disgrace, to the young girl. He had rescued her once from out the clutches of this man, and he had no intention ofideserting her now. Whatever her life might be, she was certainly an innocent victim in this case, deserving his protection. The memory came to him of her face up- turned toward him in that little room of the Occidental, her eyes tear- dimmed, her lips asking him to come back to her again. He could not be- have her a bad woman, and his lips compressed, his eyes darkened, with fixed determination. He would dig into this until he uncovered the truth; he would find out what dirty trick “Black Bart” was up to. A; n; mount this out, not away as recorded, but slowly, deliberately. piecing the bits together within» his mind, blindly feeling his way to a final conclusion, the boy had sunk back upon the bed, overcome with liquor, and fallen asleep. Keith stepped over, and looked down upon him in the dim” light. He could recog- nize somethng of her features in the upturned face, and his eyes softened. There was to use seeking again to arouse him; even had he been sober. he would not have talked freew- Keith lifted the dangling feet into a more comiortabie position, turned the lamp lower, went out, and latched the door. Two men were tramping heavi- ly up the stairs, and they turned into the hall at the very moment he dis- appeared within his own room. He still retained his grasp upon the latch. when a V0?::é; outside asked: “What nuniber did you say, Eli’â€" 29 ?” Keith straightened up as though suddenly wicked by a knife; he could never forget that voiceâ€"1t was HEW- ley’n. A Gifmpce at Complncy. Leaning against the inside of MB on door, startled by the up“ sequence of events, [01th was this. tram diflerent you“; ”in: MI. 3 - ”-35”: .1 ("SAPTER XIX. 11: D03!“ ammo“. “The tool 1: dead drunk.” he «- clarod disgusted”. “W. curt do my- thinx with him tonight." nanny vim-“(m oo- cumd in the nut room. no hard Bill nink down into tho oonvoniont chnir. nnd drink from tho bottle. whiio the gambler nppnrontiy ndvnncod to ward the bed. whore he stood iookiu down on its unconscious occupant. Hewley made no response, evidently finding a seat on one end of the wash- etnnd. . “I uyâ€"throw bucket utter our him,” hicco shed the other (canny. “alleu sobers me off." “Hardly worth while, Scot .” he re- turned flnaiiy. “Perhaps I better hove some understanding with Christie, nnyhow, before I pump the boy any further. If we can once get her work- ing with us, Willoughby won't have much hand in the playâ€"we shan't need him. Thought I told you to keep sober?” “Am sober,” Iolemnly, “ain’t had but six drinks; just nat'rly tired out." “Oh, indeed; well, such a. room u this would drive any man to drink. Did you get what I sent you here after?" “I sure did. Bart,” and Keith head the fellow get to his feet unsteadtly. "Here’s the picture, an’ some letters. I didn’t take only what he had in the “Nothing there to give us any help," he acknowledged reluctantly, “mostly advice as far as I can'see. Damn the light; a glow worm would be better." There was a pause; then he slapped his leg. “However, it’s clear they live in Springfield, Missouri, and this pho- Hewley shuffled the letters over in his hands, apparently hastily reading them with some difficulty in the dim fight “Let Up! Damn Yer! He Called Hlm- self Jack Keith.” tograph is a peach. Just look hero. Bill! What did I tell you? Ain't Christi. a dead ringer for this girl?" “You bet she 1:, Bart," admitted tho other in maudlin admiration, “only, I reckon, maybe some older." “Well, she ought to be accordln' to Wlllouzhby's story, an' them papers hear him out all right, so I reckon he's told it!» straightâ€"thls Phyllis would be twenty-slx now, and that’s just about what Christie is. It wouldn’t have fit better lf we had made It on purpose. If the girl wlll only play up to the part we won’t need any oth- er evldenoeâ€"-her face would be enough)’ Keith could hear the beating of his own heart in the silence that follow-- ed. Here was a new thought, a new understanding, a complete new turn to affairs. Christie Maclaire, then. was not Willoughby’s sister Hope. The girl he rescued on the desertâ€"the girl with the pleading brown eyes, and the loft blur of the South on her lipsâ€"was not the music hall singer. He could hardly grasp the. truth at, first, it antagonized so sharply with; all he had previously believed. Yet.’ it this were true his own duty became , clearer than'ever; aye, and would bcf more willingly performed. But what‘? did Hawley know? Did he already! realize that the girl he had first met j on the stage coach, and later inveigled into the desert, was Hope, and not the music hall artist? He, of course, fully believed her to be Christie Maclaire at that time, but something might have occurred since to change that be- lief. Anyhow, the man was not now seeking Hope; but the other. Appar- ._ ~_---_-...._â€"...__ rntly the hirer was either already here in Swrit’zin or exyccted soon. And exact 3' : l;:-:t was it the gambler desired this .\.aclaire woman to do? This was the important matter, and for its solution Keith possessed mere- ly a few hints, a few vague suggestions. She was ex;- ccted to represent herself as Phyllisâ€"~E'hyllis who? Some Phyl- lis surely Whose physical resemblance to Hope that be sufficiently mated to be .' met noticeuLle. \'.'illoughby had eVIanty revealed to Hawley some hie... . family secret, having money invdxed, no doubt, and in which the clccvcry oi this mysteri- ous Phyllis figured. She might. per- haps, he a gate; or Kali-sister, who had disa1:p<~..red, and remained ignor- ant as to lay inheritance. Hope’s picture shown by the boy, and re- minding h. May at once of Christie Maclaire, lulu been the basis of the whole plot. Exactly what the detail- of that pzo~L might be Keith could not figure out. .. .t one thing was mg. ubly certainâ€"4t was proposed to do fraud Hope. And who in the very truth was Hope? It loadenly W to him as a remarkably sci-once hot. that he posseued not the W inning no to the llrl‘o nun. Ila W had and to be and I'll- 1‘ lengthy whan he unlisted tn the may. and his communion: continued to call him this. I! h can m ht W. J. REID, President AERIAL ACTS. 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Haw! spoke with ammed inteier t. “Oh, he's all rightâ€"he‘s nighty 2; fellowâ€"come in wisout in-â€":nvi flanâ€"called her Hopeâ€"you 1001, 1.; flawley, think my sister Chri..-m Christieâ€"damfino the nameâ€"my l. ter, Hopeâ€"don't want yer munuy myâ€"my new triend, he’ll stake Kh- he knows my sisterâ€"Hope." The gambTer grasped the :ma'im‘ shaking him into some slight sen: blunco of sobriety. “Now, look here, Willougbby, I want the truth, and mean to have it," he in- slated. “Has some one been in here while Scott was gone?" “Sureâ€"distrt I Just hell yer?-- friend 0’ Hope's. ” “Who was he? Speak up! I wnnt the name! There was a faint gurgiing sound. as though the gambrer’s vice-like tin- xers were at the boy's throat; a slight struggle, and then the choked vole. [taped out: "Let up! damn yer! He called him- ulf Jack Keith." The dead sll'ence which ensued m broken only by heavy breathing. 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Thus the best man of to-day may reflect that in the past his office probably involved delaying the family of the bride with a stone axe or a club, while his friend made off with the lady. THE ANTIQUITY OF “Were all medicines as meritor- ious as Chamberlain’s Colic. Cholera and Diarrhoea Remedy, the world would be much better off and the percenth of suffer- ing greatly decreued,” writes Eindsay S_cott,_ qt _Temple, Ind. The presence of the bride's father at the marriage is thought to he derived from the ancient custom when he thus signified his reluctant assent to a robbery committed in spite of him. The shoes thrown after the bride's carriage, too, are suggestive of missiles hurled angrily by the bride‘s relatives at the vanishing captor, while the modern honey- moon is descended trom the se- cretive enjoyment in their prey of ancient women stealers until a certain length of time confined their right of possession. For sale by an dealers. There is a quaint survival of a savage marriage euqtom in the Valley of Chamounix. When a young man takes his bride from another village, all the people of her village after the ceremony endeavor to carry her off. The bridegroom and his friends op- pose. \.. It a girl marries out of her own commune, at every village through which the bridal procession passes the road in barred by a ribbon. The bride accepts refreshments from the young men who hold the ribbon. and make: them a pm.- ent. Then they ellow her to pun. A. M. HUNT, Secretary Instructive Exhibits MARRIAGE CUSTOMS Live Stock Parade Daily Garnfraxa St.