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STRANGE
CASE
MNDIS
MLL PAM?ISTf
AUTHOR- OF"
-TMB DBV1LV OWN"
mMY LADY" CT THE. NORTH " ETC
* I VSUteff I
"Who the h—1 are you?"
"That d<»esn't make much difference,
dees it. as long as I've got the drop?"
asked the other genially. "But. if you
must know to he happy—I'm the mar
shal o' Haskell, llo easy, hoy; you've
seen me shoot afore this, an' I was
born back In Texas with a weapon In
each baud. Climb down olTn that
hoss."
Lacy did so, his hands above his
head, cursing angrily.
"What kind of a low-down trick Is
this. Brennan?" he snapped, glaring
through the darkness at the face of his
captor. "What's become of Pascnal
Metidez? Ain't his outfit yere?"
"His outfit's here all right, dead an'
alive," and Brennan chuckled cheer
fully, "but not being no gospel sharp
1 can't just say wluir ol' Metidez is.
What's left ov his body Is in thet cabin
yonder, so full o' buckshot it ought ter
weigh a ton."
"Dead?"
"As a door nail, If yer ask me. It
was some nice ov yer ter come ridin'
lens here terulght, Lucy. It sorter
helps me ter make a good, decent
eleun-up ov this whole measly outfit.
I reckon I'll stow yer away, along with
them others. Mosey up thetu steps
there, an' don't take no chances lookln'
back."
It was a hard, slow Journey back
across the desert. Moore's team ami I
wagon \v. re requisitioned for the pur
pose. but Alatt himself remained be
hind to help Brennan with the prison
ers and cattle, until the party return
ing to Haskell could send them help. I
Westcott drove, with Miss Donovan
perched beside him on the spring-seat,
and Cavendish lying en .1 pile of blan
kets beneath the shadow of the canvas
top. They stopped to luneh at Baxter
springs, und to water the team, and
it was considerably after dark wheu
they finally drove creaking up the
main street of Ilaske!) and stopped in
front of the Timmons house to unload, i
The >treet was devoid of excitement, I
although the Ked I>og was wide open I
for business, and Westcott caught a
glimpse of Mike busily engaged be
hind the bar. A man or two passing
glanced at them curiously, but. possi
bly because of failure to recognize
Mm in the darkness, no alarm was
raised or any effort made to block i
th»ir progress. Without Lacy to urge 1
them on. the disciples of Judge Lynch
had likely enough forgotten the whole
affair. *
As Westcott clambered over the
wheel anil then assisted the lady to
alight the face of the landlord was j
sufficiently expre.-'sive if surprise.
"You!" he exclaimed. staring into
their faces doubtfully. "What the
.J:.m Ilill docs this mean?"
"On!y th.it we've cot Timmon«.
Why this frigid reception?"
"Well, this yere is a re-i»'et:ihle ho
i.-l an" I ain't goin' ter have it all
mussed up by no lyiiehin' parly." the
landiorifs voice full of regret. "Then
this yere gal; she vroto ire she'd gone
back East."
Westcott laughed.
"Stow your grouch. old man, and \
Rive us a hand. There will be no |
lynchinir, because Lucy is in the hands
of the marshal. As to this lady, she
never *ent you that note. She was ab
ducted by force and has just esc aped.
Don't stand there like a fool. I'll tell \
you the story later. There's a wound- 1
ed man under the canvas there. Come
on aud help me cHrry hlra Itslde."
Timmons. -puttering but Impotent to
resist, took hold reluctant!)'. i>nd the
two together bore the helpless Caven
dish through the deserted office and up
the stairs to the secoud floor, where he
was comfortably nettled aud a doctor
sent for. The task was sutiiciently 1
strenuous to require all the breath
Timmotis possessed, and he managed
to repress his eag?r curiosity until the j
wounded man had been attendeg to. j
Once in the hail, however, aud the door j
closed, he could no longer control him- .
self.
"Now see yere, Jim Westcott," he
panted, oue hand gripping the stair
rail, "I've got ter know what's up
afore I throw open this yere hotel to
yer free use this-away. As a general
tiling 1 uln't 'round huntln' trouble—I
reckon yer know that—but this yere
utTalr beats me. What was it yer said
about Bill Lacy?"
"He's under arrest, charged with ,
cattle-stealing, abduction, conspiracy 1
and about everything else on the cal- |
endar. Urennau's got him, and like- j
wise the evidence to convict"
"Good Lord! Is that so?"
"It Is; the whole Meudez gang has I
been wiped out. Old Mendez has been I
killed. The rest of the outfit, including j
Juan Cuteras, are prisoners." I
Tlmmons' eyes were fairly popping ^
out of his head, his voice a mere j
Lureud of sound.
"Don't that boat h—11" lie managed
lo articulate. "Where's the marshal?"
"Hiding herd at ij place they call
Sunken valley, about tlfty miles south
of here. He anil Moore have got ten or
twelve Mexicans and maybe three hun
dred head of cattle to look after, until
I can send somebody out there to help
bring them in. Now that's all you need
to know, Timmons; but I've got a
question or two I want -to ask you.
Come on back into the office."
Miss Donovan sat in one of the
Chairs by the front window waiting, j
As they entered she arose to her feet.
Westcott crossed the room and took
her hand.
"lie's all right," he assured her
quickly, interpreting the look in her
eyes. "Tired from the trip, of course,
hut a night's rest will do wonders. And
now, Timmons," he turned to the be
wildered landlord, "is that mau En
right upstairs?"
"The New York lawyer? No, he
got frightened and left. He skipped
out the next day after you fellers got
away. Hill wanted him to go along
with him. but he said he was too sick.
Then he claimed to have a telegram
callin' him East, but he never did. I
reckon he must've got cold feet 'bout
somethin'—enyhow he's gone.'
"And Miss La Rue?"
"Sure: she took the same train,"
eager now to divulge all he knew.
"Hut that ain't her real name—it's a
kind o' long name, an' begins with C.
I saw it In a letter she left upstairs,
but I couldn't tuake It all out. She's
married."
The eyes of Westcott and Miss Don
ovan met. Here was a bit of strange
news—Hie I.a Kue woman married, and
to u man with a long name beginning
with C. The same thought-occurred to
them both, yet it was evidently useless
to question Timmons any longer. He
would know nothing and comprehend
less. The gir( looked tired, complete
ly worn out. and the affair could rest
until morning. - ,j
"Take Miss Donovan to a rnorn,"
Westcott said shortly, "and I'll run
upMairs and have another look at Cav
i ndish."
"At wllOT"
"Cavendish, the wounded man we
just curried in."
"Well, that's blamed funny. Say. I
don't remember ever hVurin' that
'name Jiofore in all my life till Just
now. Come tor think of it, I believe
that was the name in that La Hue
girl's letter. 1 got It yore in. the
desk; It's torn some, an* don't mean
nothin' to me! sounds kinder nutty."
He threw open a drawer, rummaging
within, but without pausing in speech.
"Then a fellow blew in yore this
mornin' off the Limited, asking about 1
you. Jim. an' danged If I don't be
lieve lie said his name was Cavendish.
The resistor was full so he didn't
write it down, hut that was the namn
all right. And now you to'" in an
other one. What Is this, anyhow—u
family reunion?"
"You say a man by that unrae waf
here—asking for roe?"
"Yep: i reckon he's asleep up
stairs, fur he never showed up at su|<
per."
"In what room, Pete?"
"Nine."
Westcott. with a swift word of er.
euse to Stvlln, dashed Into the hall j
and disappeared up the stifirw'av. tal:
ing throe steps at a time, A moment j
later those below heard him pounding
at a door: then his voice sounded: I
"This is Jim Westcott; open up."
Ti'n'iioiis stood gazing blankly at
the empty staircase, mopping his face
with a liai.'.lanna handkerchief. Then
he removed his horn-rimmed specta
cles. ; tid polished them, ns though what
mind he possessed had become com
pletely dazed.
He turned around and noticed Miss
Donovan, the sight of her stauding
there bringing back a reminder of his |
duty.
"He was a sayin' as how likely yer '
wanted to go to bed, miss."
"Not now; I'll wait until Mr. West
cott comes down. What is that paper
in your hand? Is thut the letter Miss
La Itue left?"
He held It up In surprise, gazing at
it through his glasses.
"Why, Lord bless me—it Is, Isn't It?
Must have took it out o' ther drawer
an' never thought of the darned thing
agin."
"May I see it?"
"Sure; 'tain't o' no consequence ter
me; I reckon the woman sorter packed
in a hurry, und tills got lost. The
Qiltik found it under the bed."
'She took it w her hand, and
crossed the room, finding a seat be
neath one of the bracket-lamps, but
with her face turned toward the hall.
It was just a single sheet of folded
paper, not Inclosed In an envelope,
ami had been torn across, so that the
two parts barely held together. She
felt that here was ttie Key wnicn was
to unlock the seerct of this strango
crime. Whoover the man upstairs
might prove to be—the real Caven
dish or some impostor—this paper she
held In her bunds was destined to be
a link In the chain. She unfolded It
slowly and her ej«s traced the written
words within. It was a hasty scrawl,
written on the cheap paper of some
obscure hotel In Jersey City, extreme
ly difficult to decipher, the hand of
the man who wrote exhibiting plainly
the excitement under which he la
bored.
It was a message of warning; he
was leaving New York, and would sail
that evening for some place In South
America; where he did not say. Love
only caused him to tell her what had
occurred. A strange word puzzled
her, and before she could decipher It,
voices broke the silence, followed by
steps on the stairs. She glanced up
quickly; It was Westcott returning,
accompanied by a tall, rather slender
man with a closely trimmed beard.
The two crossed the room, and she
met them standing, the opened letter
still In her hand.
"Miss Donovap, this Is Frederick
Cavendish—the real Frederick Cav
endish. I have told blm something of
the trouble he has been to us all."
The real Frederick Cavendish
smiled down Into her eyes, while he
held her lingers tightly clasped la tils
own. She believed In him, liked him
instantly.
"A trouble which I regret Very
much," he said humbly. "Westcott
has told me a little, a very little, of
what has occurred since I left New
York so hurriedly two months ago.
This Is the first I knew about It, and
the mystery of the whole alTalr la as
puzzling as efer."
Iler eyes widened wonderlngly.
"You cannot explain? Not even
who the dead man was found mur
dered In your apartments?"
"I Haven't tne least iaea.
"Fred has told me all he knows,"
broke In Westcott, "but It only ex
tends to midnight when he left the
city, lie was In his apartments less
than ten minutes after his valet re
tired. He supposed he left everything
In good order, with a note on the
writing-table Instructing Vulols what
to do during his absence, and Inclos
ing a sum of money. Afterward, on
the train, he discovered that he had
mislaid the key to his safe, but this
occasioned no worry, as he had taken
with him all the cash It held, and
the papers were of slight Importance."
"But," sho broke In Impatiently,
"where did he go? How did he es
cape encountering Beaton and why
did he fall to answer your message?"
The eyes of the two men met, ana
they both smiled.
"The very questions I asked," re
plied Westcott Instantly. "In the in
structions left Valois was a check for
five thousand dollarjs made to my or
Jer. to be forwarded at once. I-Yed's
destination was Sonora, Mexico,
where he had some large copper In
terests. He Intended to look after
these and return here to Haskell with
in a week, or ten days. But the war
In Mexico made this impossible—once
acmss the border he couldn't get
back. He wrote me. but evidently the
letter miscarried."
"And Beaton missed him entirely."
"By pure luck. Fred phoned the
New York Central for a lower to Chi
cago. and tliey were all gone. En
right must have learned, in some way,
of his calling that office, and so In
formed Beaton, who took that train.
Later, from his own rooms. Cavendish
secured accommodations on the Penn
sylvania." '
He paused. Endeavoring to see out
through the window, hearing the hoof
beats of an approaching team.
"What's that. Pete?" he asked of
Timmons, who \vas hovering as close
ly as Ije dared. "Pretty tete. Isn't ItT
"Guests, I reckon; the Overland was
three hours late; sure, they're stop
pin' yere."
CHAPTER XV.
Miss Donovan Decides.
Two men came In through the door
together. ouch with a small grip In
his hand, which Thnmons took from
them, and deposited beside the stove.
Ttic larger wrote hotii names In the
register, and then straightened up. and
surveyed the landlord.
"Any chance to eat?" he asked.
"We're lioth of us ahout starved."
Timmons scratched his head.
"I reckon there's plenty o' cold prov
ender out.tliar," he said doubtfully,
"an' maybe I could hustle you up some
hot coffee, but we don't aim ter do no
feedin' at this time o' night. What's
the matter with the diner?"
"Hot box. and hud to cut her off; be
a good fellow, and hustle us up some
thing."
"I'll sep what there Is." and Tlmmons
started for the kitchen, "but I wouldn't
wake Mn Tlmmons up fer a thousand j
dollars. She'd never git over It."
The large man. a rather heavy-footed
fellow, with scraggly gray moustache,
turned to his companion.
"Better luck than I expected at that,
Colgate," he said, restored to good hu
mor. "The old duffer seems to be
quite human."
IIis eyes caught sight of Cavendish,
and hardened, the grizzly mustache
seeming to stiffen. His mouth was
close to the ear of his companion, and
he spoke without moving his Hps.
"Our bird: stand ready."
(Continued on Saturday)
Potatoes are the mainstay of the
poor, hut food gousers have no com
punction in wringing a blood profit out
of human necessities.
(fid s»?.W afr-t!2fit and
impiirifv-y^ifOf, In the vvax
wrapped, safety packages.
Bs sure to get "I
W IS
because if is supreme m
Herjpic'sds
Mary Sa\j5:
No Matter
What
the Color o{
Your Hair Is—
NEWBRO'S
HERPIC1DE
Will Not Change
it in the Least
Sold Everywhere
Applications at Barber Shops
Go to Keller3 for your Ice Cream
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| Pioneer Dairy *
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Tin; largaet a*d beet oo*.
ducted d*lrj la. Alaska.
Daili «kipmeo»t« of pur-r
milk. AEd cream to all poin*
oa Whit* Pa* £ Yuko»
Rout*,
IBS (f IB
No 3leep. No Rest, No Peac» 'Wth
A Lamo or Aching Back.
TW»iy tno lot of many a Ic'dne)'
suli rc r.
Pain an J d'etre83 from mora to
u'sht. i
G^t up w'tll a lamo - hack.
Twinges of backache bother you
all day.
Dun achtyig breaks youj rest at
uight. • <
TJr'narj d -'orders aj6 to your m'»»
ery. ~>.i.
If you have kidney trouble
Reach tho cause—the kidney3.
Doan's Kidney P'lls are for the'It'
n.cys only—'
Ilave mads an, enviable reputation
In tula locality.
Mi-3. P. D. Welton, 33'Loveaga'St
3aota Cruz. Cal; says: "DoaA"a
Kidney rill* have been, a gM{
h' lp to iaa and I cannot praise,
them enouglL My; Kidneys troubl®
i mo and my cack was so w©;>.k'and
lame. I could hardly keep < going,
I didn't know what 't was "to
get a good n'ghfa rest and 'n
tho morning my back ached, as
it " would hrerk. I rwas-oft©'
d'zzy and had' to ci tefc hold of
something to k°eP from falBng.
Sly k'dneys didn't act Hght "eith
er. I used Doan'3 and they'helpedl
m«. Tho b:'ckaoh©s left and I
felt «Lrongor la every -way'',. '.C
Price 60c. at all dealers. Ooa,'t
simply ask for a kidney rej&e4ty —>
get Doan's Kldeny Pills — th«
Eam« 'hat Mrs. Woltoa had. Fo»t
er- Slilburn Co; Mfgrs. Buffalo. N. Y
For Colds or Influenza
and as « Preventative take LAXA
TIVS &ROMO QUININE Tablet*
Lool/ for E- W- GROVE'S algntfc
ure on the box- 30c- . ■
White Pass & Yukon Route
THIS TABLE XO. 45
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SKAUWAX
WHITE PASS
BENNETT
CARCROSS
VVH1TEH0RSE
AJr'vo *.*o v• *"•
L/earan 3:1? p."tail.
» 1:50 St. m.
f 11:40 a. ».
„ 9:15 a. m.
Pasaemg«rB nm=t De at "ti I'uxo xo ua>ve *>as&ai>e 'm i
pocted and chocked. Inspection 13 stopped 30 m'auteja before J
leav'nx tlm« of trains. .
150 pound" of BaggaSo w'l bf, checked free with ea^li full I
ar8 ticket and 75 pounds witn each half fare t'eket.