The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-11-17
CHAPTER VI.
The oIri In Blue,

The oIri In Blue.
was growing moro and more ir.
ritable. The thought Of what ~
loss Of the notes meant was fast
crowding the murder to the hack Of
my mind. The forced inaction was
intolerable. The porter had reported
no bag answering the description Of
mine on the train. but l was disposed
to make my own investigation. l made
. tour Of the cars. scrutinixing every
variety Of hand luggage. ranging from
luxurious English bags with gold
mountings to the wicker nondescript
of the day coach at the rear. I was
not alone In my quest. for the girl IN
blue was Just ahead of me. Car BY
car she preceded me through the train,
unconscious that I was behind her.
looking at each passenger as she
passed. I fancied the proceeding was
distasteful, but that she had determin.
ed on course and was carrying II
through. We reached the end of the
train almost together-empty-han
both of US.
The girl went out to the platform.
and stepped out beside her. Behind
u the track curved sharply; the early
sunshine threw the train, in long black
shadow. over the hot earth. Forward
somewhere they were hammering.
The girl said nothing. but her profile
was strained and anxious.
1T you have lost anything" I
began, II wish you would let me try to
help. Not that my own success IL any.
thing to boast Of"
She hardly glanced 1t me. Il was
not fiattering.
II have not been robbed. II that 10
what you mean," she replied quietly.
Il am-perplexed. That is all"
There was nothing to say to that.
l lifted my hattie other fellows
hat-and turned to 60 back to my car.
Two or three members of the train
crew. including the conductor, were
standing in the shadow talking. And
at that moment, from a farmhouse
near came the swift clang of the
breakfast bell, calling In the hands
from barn and pasture. turned back
to the girl.
We may be here for an hour" l
said. "and there is no buffet car on.
If l remember my youth, that bell
means ham and eggs and country but
ter and coffee. II you care to run
the risk"
Il am not hungry" she said, but
perhaps q cup of coffee-dear me.
believe I am hungry" she finished
Only" She glanced back of her.
Il can bring your companion" sug-
gested, without enthusiasm. But the
young woman shook her head.
She 70 not hungry she objected.
'and she is very-well, know she
wouldn't come. Do you suppose We
could make 1t II we run?"
Il haven't any idea," l said cheer
fully. ANY old train would be better
than this one, II 1t does leave us be-
hind"
Yes, Any train would be better
than this one," she repeated gravely.
l found myself watching her changing
expression. I had spoken two dozen
words to her and already 1 felt that
l knew the lights and shades in her
voice-I. who had always known how
a woman rode to hounds, and who
never could have told the color Of
her hair.
| stepped down on the ties and
turned to assist her, and together we
walked back to where the conductor
and the porter from our car were in
close conversation. Instinctively my
hand went to my cigarette pocket and
came out empty. She saw the ges.
ture.
III you want to smoke, you may"
she said. Il have a big cousin who
smokes all the time. He says l am
'kippered.'
drew out the gun-metal cigarette
case and opened it. But this most
commonplace action had an extraor.
dinary result: The girl beside me
stopped dead still and stood staring
at it with fascinated eyes.
'Is-where did you get that?" she
with catch in her voice:
her gaze still fixed on the cigarette
case.
tTo BE coNTINUED.)
"Uneasy lies the head that wears IN