Bisbee daily review., 1910-04-03
CHAPTER VII
AT THE wITcIf's HUT.

WN the meantime our excellent
 young friend. Truxion King was E having a sorry time of it. It all be-
 gan when he went 10 the cathe- drai in the hope Of ssFing the charming aunf of The little prince once more. Not only did be attend one service. but all of them. having been assured that the royal family worshiped there quite as regularly and as religiously as the lowliesi communicani She did not appear.
 More than all this. he met with fresh disappointment when he ambled down to the armorer's shop. The doors were locked and there was DO sign of life about the shutJered place
 The next day King made a purely business call at the shop of Mir Spautz He looked long. with somewhat shifty eye, al the cabinet of ancient rings and necklaces. and then depart ed without having seen the interesting Miss P!atanova.
 Al bis room in the hotel be found note addressed to himself. It did not have much to say. but it meant a great deal. There was no signature. and the handwriting was that of woman.
 'Plcase do rCi come GgqiH." That was all.
 He laughed with a fine tone of de- fance and went back to the shop at o'clock. just to prove that nothing so timid as a note could stop him. On the occasion of this last visit to the shop he did not stay long, but went away somewhat dazed to find himself the possessor of ring he did not want and out of pocket just SO. American Having come to the conclusion that knight errantry of that kind was not only profigate. but distinctly irritating to his sense of humor. he looked up MT. Hobbs and arranged for a days ride in the mountains.
 Mir Hobbs led his patron into the mountain roads early the next morn- ing. both we'll mounted and provided with luncheon.
 It is a good three hours ride to the summit of Monastery fountain. And after the heighr has been attained one does not care to finger long among the chilly. whistling crags. with their snow erevasses and bitter winds. The utter loneliness. the aIoofness of sy.is frost crowned crest appalls. disheartens one who loves the fair. green things of life
 It was 9 o'clock when they clattered down a stone road and up to the for bidding vale in which iurked, like an evil. guilty thing. the log built home of the witch of Ganio5s gap. that ap- cient female who made no secret of her practices fin witchcraft-
 A low thatched roof protruded from the hill againss which the hut was built. As a matter of fact. a thin chimney grew out of the earth itself, for all .ne world like a smoking tree stump The single door was So low that one was obliged to stoop 10 enter fhe little room where the dame had been holding forth for threescore years. twas said This was her throne room. her dining room. her bedcham- Der. her all. 1t would seem. unless one had been there before and knew that her kitchen was beyond, in the side of the hill. The one window. sans glass. looked narrowly out upon an odd opening in the foliare below. giv- ing the occupant of the hut an unob- structed view of the winding road that led up from Edeiweiss.
 The two horsemen rode into the glen and came plGmp upon a small detach- ment of the royal guard, mounted and rathe- resolute in their lack of ami-