Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-11-01


 about a white house. He hesitated q moment. then walked slowly up the broad. weed grown garden path to- ward Its porch. In the half light the massive silver door plate stood out clearly. He had known instinctively that that house had been a part of his life. and yet tremor caught him as he read the name-Stires. The intul- ton that had bent his steps from the street. the old stirring of dead memory had brought him to his past at last. This house had been his home!
 He started. A man in his shirt sleeves was standing by a half open side door regarding him narrowly.
 'ThinkIng Of buying?" The query was good humoredly satiric. "or may be just looking the old ranch over with view to a shakedown!'
 The trespasser smiled grimly. IL was not the first time he had seen tbat weather beaten face. You have giv- en up surgery as a profession. I see" he said.
 The other came nearer, looked at him in puzzled way. then laughed.
 ''lf 1t isn't the cove we picked up on the railroa'l track" be said, dog and all! l thought you were far down the coast, where it's warmer Nothin. much doing with you. chg
 Nothing mucb," answered the man he addressed. Others might recognize him as the black sheep. but this non- descript watchman whom chance had set here could not He knew him only as the dingy vagabond whose broken bead he had bandaged in the box car.
 'I'm in better luck" went on the man in shirt sleeves "I struck this about two months ago as gardener first, and now I'm kind of sort of n watchman. They gave me a bunk fin the summer house there"--he jerked his thumb backward over his shoulder but l know game worth two of that for these cold nights. I'll show you. l can put you up for the night" he added. "if you like"
 The wayfarer shook his head. "I must get away tonight. but I'm much obliged"
 Haven't done anything have youy" asked his one time companion curl Ously. You didn't seem that sort"
 The bearded face turned away. "I'm not wanted by the police, no. but I'm on the move. and the sooner l take the | trail the better. l don't mind night | travel"
 You'd be better for rest" said the but you're the doctor Come in. and we'll have nip of some hing warm anyhow"
 His guest followed him into spa. .ious hall. scarce conscious of what he lid. A double door to the left was hut, but he nevertheless knew perfect. y that the room it hid had a tall French window letting on to a garden where camellias had once dropped like blood. The open door to the right led O the library.
 There the yellow light touched the lark wainscoting. he marble mantei- 'iece, dim paintings on the, wall and 'rcat brass bound Korean desk in a orner. What black thing had once Iappened in that room? What face Iad once looked at him from that wheel chair? It was an old face gray nd lined and passionate, his father oubtless. He told himself this calmly, Vith an odd sense of apartness.
 The others glance followed his pride ully. Its fine property" he said. The owners an invalid, I hear. with ne leg In the grave. He's in some anitarium and can't get much good Of . Nice pictures, them," he added. weeping candle round. That's q oOd locker over there. Must be the Ia mnn's dauphter rackop Wal: |