Arizona republican., 1898-04-01
{Continued From Yesterday.)

100 ialt. Sut Ci1Su AHt NllSH ,NOu saw it was too late, instead of burning those papers or giving them to me you held them that you might triumph over my ruin. Then when you knew was coming to beg for them, you were a coward, Randy-you sent them all to Ned Parry, that my own sister might gloat over my downfall"
 Mrs. McLane," he interrupted, "this 5s all unjust, all untrue. Ask MT. Parry when he comes, as come he probably will. But this ends our meetings. God forbid that I should ever see you alone again! It has driven from me my wife the wife I love and love devotedly- do you hear ?-and I'm going now to find her."
 And then he broke away. Out to the stable he staggered; love, pity, devo tion urging him on and triumphing over the still numbing effect of the deaden- ing drug whose languorous spell he had never known before; and Brown Dick whinnied his welcome and impa- tience, and Hop Ling whimpered his -pidgin" protests, even as he was 'cinching" on Merriam's field saddle with its well-stocked pouches. Randy feroely ordered silence, bade the Chi naman give him hand, and then, with blurred eyes and senses, with ears still drowsily ringing, he slowly climbed into saddle, hardly missing the GUS tomary grip of the left hand in the nane. Then out he rode into the sun shine, Brown Dick bounding with eagerness to search for and rejoin his stable mate; and then with every stride as he tore away over the mesa Randy felt the cobwebs brushing from his brain, and hope and determination spur ing him on- You have broken your word and gone to your old love- was the stern message of Florences brief letter. T will be no mans fool, no faithIess husbands wife. You need not come to you again."
 Another time pride, anger and sense of wrong might have held his hand, but not now. And before that half-crazed half-cringing woman could give the alarm, Randy Merriam was riding fast and furious to join the pursuit, think only of her suffering and her sor- TOW, all ignorant, mercifully, of the new peril that involved his precious wife.
 It was vain for Dr. Leavitt to heap i'm precation on the head of that hapless Chinaman. Implicit obedience to the will of his master was the only creed Hop Ling observed. "Mellium say .9less and catchum saddle and flask and aunch',-that was enough. "Mellium say 1ide an catchum Missee Mellium,'' and Hop Ling wasn't fool enough to in- terfere
 Bat if Dr. Leavitt had lost one pa dien1, Fate had provided him with an other. He was needed at once at Graf tons, and. tarrying only long enough to report to Buxton the escape of Lieut.. Merriam. he hastened to the bedside of Mrs. McLane, now in sore need of med 1cal attention.
 Harriet Grafton has been heard to say that that afternoon and the night that followed made her ten years older, but her looks do not warrant the statement Unqnestionably she had a hard time, and might have had a much harder but for the opportune arrival at the post, just before sundown, of the lately blockaded lawyer, MT. Edward Parry, of Chicago.
 Meantime, utterly broken down and cut off now. for the first time since her marriage, from the soothing and com fort of the perilous drug to the use of which she had become welded almost from the hour that she met McLane, poor self-absorbed Fanny was pouring out her story and her secret in almost lncoherent ravings to her hostess. Dr. Leavitt, who had suspected the cause of her Vagaries before, was confident of it when he was called in to prescribe, and quickly found the dainty little case that Grafton had discovered the day before. IL was hours before she could be even measurably quieted, and meantime what a tale of shame and woe had she not. poured into Harriet's astonished earsl
 Strained from its rawlings and inco- Eerencies and strengthened out in chronological order, the story resolved itself into this: John Harold McLane was southern sympathizer as a young man, and went to California during the war, provided with a liberal allowance and cn opportunity of embarking in business. 1t Sacramento he fell into the clutches of notorious household. <.Old man Perkins had three handsome daughters and scheming wife. The mothers aim was to marry those girls to wealthy men, and she had succeeded as to two of them, and McLane fell victim to the plot and was married to the third. 4 son, J John H., Jr., was born to them in June, '67, and trouble of every kind followed. The sisters had quarreled with their respective lords, enc of whom had abandoned his wife and gone to Japan, while the other, even more desperate, had gone, self-di- rected, to his grave. McLane's home people refused to recognize any of the Perkins stock and cut off the young