The Newark journal., 1905-03-17
tCopyright, 1908, by William Wallace Cookl

...e. (Conti9ued from last week.) In a few moments the young man showed himself at the door Instant 1y Darrel stepped out and confronted him
 Your name is Lenyard,' said Oar rel, quietly, and you may call me Me Cloud 1 wish to talk with you"
 "l do not care to talk with you" was the short answer
 Lenyard would have made off down the street had not Darre1 thrust an arm through his.
 Come. come" said Darre1 For some reason you seem to have become suspicious of me, but I want to be your friend"
 You can never be a friend of mine, was the harsh retort
 Very well" was the unruffled re- sponse You can at least grant me 15 minutes of your time-for the sake of Elise"
 Lenyard's arm trembled against Dar- rel's and he walked a few steps with out comment.
 Where are you taking me?" he de- manded, at last, halting abruptly.
 ''Fo the Grand Central"
 Not there If you are bound to talk with me it must be somewhere else"
 They went to HawkbilIs It was too early for the games and only few people were at the place. At table in an obscure corner they seated them selves, Darrel in such position that his eyes commanded the door.
 Hardly were they in their chairs when a white-aproned waiter came up for their order
 Nothing" said Darrel, shortly.
 Whisky" said Lenyard, with almost savage impatience. The waiter went away. Now" he resumed, surveying Darrel with supreme distrust, you can go on. The quicker you're through and the quicker I 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"
 He paused. The waiter came up, set down the whisky and water and Len yard flung him his pay
 The waiter left With quick move ment Darrel leaned over, caught up the whisky and swallowed it at a gulp A muttered exclamation escaped the young mans lips and he started an- grily to rise
 Sit down!" ordered Darrel, looking squarely into the young mans eyes.
 Lenyard returned the look defiantly, but sank mutely back into his chair.
 I'm the one who needs the whisky, not you resumed Darrel, calmly. Mrs. Gorton and her niece are look ing for Miss Avery's father, who left New York five years ago. Mir 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 ef- feet on Lenyard He whitened and gasp escaped his lips
 Then there's no doubt" he nut tered, huskily, absolutely no doubt"
 Darrels slittering eyes riveted them selves on the youths face
 "No doubt of what?" he asked, in a compelling voice
 Why" answered Lenyard. slowly. there was man killed in this camp of Sandy Bar a month ago and there were letters in his pocket-letters and other things that went to prove that he was other than he seemed"
 Who did he seem to be and who was he in reality?"
 'He seemed to be a gambler named Jack Sturgis Now. from what you ell me, 1 know that the other proo4 lyas conclusive. His real name was Ezra Avery.
 "Ah!" muttered Darrel, resting his ace moodily on his hand
 God help mel" whispered the pal id Lenyard "I had never seen Avery and did not know him as Sturgis. Right here in this room he all but ruined ne. As a result of a game I 1ad with him l might have lost my fife, but as it chanced Avery lost his Oh, Elise. Elise!"
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