The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1896-07-01

ence before, and the camp admired and re-
spected her as one man. The questions a.
to who she really was-for plainly her
French title was but assumed-and how
she had come under the evil spell Of the
magician were often discussed, and not
without many dark hints regarding the
methods Of the half-bresd.
Eyer want ter look out fer tibet blood.
sucker. 5ss1y." said Cap'n Toxic, warm
ingly. "locn out fer him. little Teller. An
look out fer the gal"
Don't say anything against her. Cap'n
Toke." interrupted the boy. "shes good
I'm certain she's good
II s'pose so.' assented Capn Toke. 'if
her face don't lie. But the gooduns kin
work about ez much mischief ez Their other
kind. eft they don't love Teller when he
loves them"
"She don't love me. II that's what you
mean," said Jerry, in a low tone. How
could she love a little cripple like me? She
just likes me because sympathize with
her. an don't insult her, like so many do.
And like her because she's 50 different,
you know. Cap'n Toke-so different from
the other women that have come to Camp
Shasta Something seemed to draw me
to her as soon as saw her. felt some
how as If had known her before"
"All right" said Capn Toke: "all right.
But look out fer tibet bloodsucker!'
The company's engagement in the camp
was prolonged, and 1t was one afternoon,
at the beginning of the second week Of
their stay that Mile. Clio told Jerry all
the truth about herself.
The magician had been left in his usual
place at the faro table, and the two had
walked to the outskirts of the camp and
found secluded seats in the Pistol Pocket
"a green little glen where a tiny noun
tain stream gushed out Of the mountain
side, and which was protected on all sides
but one by huge powders.
II don't know why like you," she said.
looking at him curiously. as he sat at her
feet with upturned face: perhaps it's be.
cause Of your sunny Disposition; perhaps
don't know-I only know that I have
come to feel that you are the only friend I
have in the world. And God knows l need
q friend!'' :,
timer" he asked. with unconscious humor.
mot since the last time" she smiled, and
then shuddered. "Ah. Jerry! How fear
his fits of passion. I wish he would. and
end it all. That would be the best thing
that could happen"
mot the BEST" said Jerry. 1.-THE best
thing would be to get free Of him
"Hushr' she interrupted. "He would kill
me If tried 1.-THE has told me he would"
What right has he got to treat you so2
You are not his daughter-nor his wife"
"He stole me!' exclaimed the girl. Il
have never told this to anyone before.
Jerry. There has not been q soul in this
rough country that could tell 1t to, even
If had dared. He has dragged me about
from camp to camp, making me dance and
sing, and allowing me to speak to no one.
There is no one in the world to protect me
from him, and I am completely at his
mercy" !.
There are plenty Of men in Camp Shasta
who would protect you If they knew the
truth" said Jerry. Have you no father
or mother?"
Both are dead" was the reply. my
mother died in Ell Paso. fifteen years ago.
and my father and baby brother were
killed in a terrible storm more than ten
years ago somewhere here In Arizona
What is your real manner" queried the
boy, with a red spot glowing in either
cheek.
"Halton." was the answer. "Myra Hall
ton"
Jerry reached up his hands and caught
her with a cry that was half a sob.
"You are my sister, he exclaimed. Il
was not killed that night when father was
-Cap'n Toke saved me, and have lived
on like this-a little hunchback and Grip
pie. Yes, yes, you are my sister,"
She appeared confused for a moment,
as If scarcely crediting her senses. and
then she threw her arms about the crooked
little figure and kissed him joyously on
the lips.
'"This accounts for our strange attraction
for each other from the first!" she said.
ION, Jerry! thank God! and then she be.
gan to cry. /
Suddenly a heavy hand fell upon her
shoulder, and she gave scream Of fright
and pain as she was jerked to her feet.
Jerry had just time to see towering
above him the dark form of the magician,
his face distorted with fury, before bru.
tai kick on the head stretched him uncon-
scious on the sward.
Unconscious, but only for a moment. AZ
MS eyes opened, ne DeNeIQ the nalI-DTeeQ
In the act of beating the girl savagely
over the back and head with his fist, and
heard every blow accompanied with an
atrocious oath.
He struggled to his feet and Selling up
a sharp-cornered stone, hurled it with all
his strength at the magician's head. 1t
grazed his temple, and cut a deep cash
above his ear.
The next instant the boy was in the
grasp of the ruffian. and was hurled with
frightful force to the ground.
At midnight that night Cap'n Toke and
others, searching with a lantern found tho
cold body of the little jester lying face
down in the damp grass of the Pistol
Pocket"
Further investigation revealed the fact
that the "world-famed magician, mind.
reader, ventriloquist and prestidigitateur.
Hellar, Jr.," together with his assistant,
mile. Clio" and the troupe of New York
star speciality performers" had disap-
peared from the camp about dusk, six
hours before-in what direction could not
be learned.
And then Camp Shasta went into mourn.
ing. ...A
ROBBING THE TROLLEY.
A 0aloonist TappeA the Wire and Got Hia