Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-05-09

way leading up to Murgatroyd's Office
He did not ascend the stairs, but halt
ed and waited.
! In a few moments the young man
showed himself at the door, Instant
ly Darrell stepped out and confronted
him.
Your name is Lenyard," said Oar
rel, quietly, 'Sand you may call me Nc
Cloud. l wish to talk with you
Il do not care to talk with YOU was
the short answer
Lenyard would have made off down
the street had not Darrell thrust an arm
through his.
Come, come" said Darrell "For
some reason you seem to have become
suspicious of me, but want to be your
friend.'
You can never be friend of mine"
was the harsh retort.
very WE'LL was the unruffled re-
Spouse. you can at least grant me Is
minutes of your time--for the sake of
Elise
vLenyard's arm trembled against OAR
rels and he walked a few steps with
out comment. ~
Where are you taking me?'' he de-
manded, at last, hating abruptly
To the Grand Central"
mot there! If you are bound to talk
with me it must be somewhere else.'
They went to Hawkbill's. 1t was
too early for the games and only few
people were at the place., At table
In an obscure corner they seated them
selves, Darrell in such position that his
eyes commanded the door
Hardly were they in their chairs
when white-aproned waiter came up
for their order: III
Nothing" said Darrell, shortly
Whisky" said Lenyard, with almost
savage Impotence The waiter went
away. Now he resumed, surveying
! Darrell with supreme distrust, 'tyou can
go on. The quicker you're through and
the quicker leave you the better I'll
like it."
Mrs. Gorton and Miss Avery said
Darrel, plunging at once into the mat
ter, ''came to me in Anaconda a month
/ ago with letter from an eastern man
asking my aid in an important mat
! ter
I
down the whisky and water and Len
yard flung him his pay.
The waiter left. With a. quick move
ment Darrell leaned over, caught up the
whisky and swallowed it at gulp A
/ muttered exclamation escaped the
young mans lips and he started an
grily to rise.
''Sit down." ordered Darrell, looking
squarely into the young mans eyes.
Lenyard returned the look defiantly,
but sank mutely back into his chair.
'tI'm the one who needs the whisky,
not you,'' resumed Darrell, calmly
"Mrs Gorton and her niece are look
ing for Miss Avery's father, who left
New York five years ago. Mr.. Avery
has not been heard from, in any way,
for more than year. The latest in
formation secured by Miss Avery
| places her father in Sandy Bar; it
came to her indirectly"
This bit of news had strange eff
feet on Lenyard.. He whitened and a
gasp escaped his lips.
aThen there's no doubt" he NUT
tered, huskily, absolutely no doubt
barrels glittering eyes riveted them
/ selves on the youths face.
mo doubt of what?" he asked, in q
compelling voice
why" answered Lenyard, slowly,
there was a man killed in this camp
i of Sandy Bar month ago and there
were letters in his pocket-letters and
other things that went to prove that
/ he was other than he seemed"
t'Who did he seem to be and who
was he in reality?"
| "He seemed to be gambler named
Jack Sturgis. Now, from what you
tell me, l know that the other PROOF
was conclusive. His real name was
Ezra Avery
'Ah!" muttered Darrell, resting his
face modify on his hand.
GOD help mel" whispered the PAL
! lid Lenyard. 81 had never seen Avery
and did not know him as Sturgis.
Right here in this room he all but
ruined me. AS a result of game /
/ had with him / might have lost my
! 1ife, but as it CHANGED Avery lost his.
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