The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1911-11-17

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but If it wasn't father, where is he
now?"
That's what Owe been tryin' ter
foind out. First off he went out to the
Cimmaron Crossing, guarded by a
squad o. cavalry from the fort here.
Tommy Game whit along, an told
me all about it. They dug up the
bodies, but niver thing did they find
on 'em-not a paper, nor a dollar.
They'd bin robbed all roight. The
ovid Gineral swore loike a wild mon
all the way back, Tommy said. an
the first thing he did at Carson City
was to start huntin' fer Black Bart.
He was two days gittin' on the trail
av him; then he heard the Teller was
gone away trapsing after singin' or
dancin' gyurl called Christie Maclaire.
She was supposed to be ayther at
Topeky or Sheridan. A freighter told
the ovid man she was at Sheridan. an
so he started there overland, hopin'
ter head off Black Bart OF reckon
we could towld morn that"
What do you mean?"
why shure, honey, what's the use
tryin' ter decave me? Didn't Jack
Keith, wild his own lips, tell me we
was Christie Maclaire?"
But I'm not! I'm not, Mrs. Muir
ply. I don't even know the woman.
1t is. such strange thing; cannot
account for it-both those men mis-
took me for her, and-and let them.
l didn't care who the man Hawley sup
posed me to be, but intended to have
told Mr.. Keith he was mistaken.
don't know why 1 didn't, only sup
posed he finally understood. But |
want you to believe. Mrs. Murphy
am Hope Waite. and not Christie
Maclaire.'
Its little the loss to We not ter be
her, an Dim thinkin' loikely Jack
Keith will be moighty well plased ter
know the truth. What's Black Bart
so ayger ter git hold av this Maclaire
gyurl fer?"
81 do not in the least know. He
| must have induced me to go to that
place in the desert believing me to be
the other woman. Yet he said moth
ing of any purpose; indeed. he found
no opportunity"
Mrs. Murphy shook her head dis
paragingly.
1T was shure some divilment," she
asserted, stoutly. He'll be up to
some trick wild the poor gyurl; OF
know the loikes av him. Shure, the
two av yez must look as much aloike
as two payes in pod. Loikely now.
it's twin sister we've got?"
Hope smiled. although her eyes
were misty.
"Oh. no; Fred and I were the only
children; but what shall do? What
ought l to do?"
The Irish mouth of Kate Murphy
set firmly. her blue eyes burning.
tits not sthrong Oh am on advisin',"
she said, shortly, "but If 1t was me
Ord be fer foindin' out what all this
mix-up was about. There's somethin'
moighty quare in 1t. It's my notion
that Hawley's got hold av thin papers
av yer fathers. The ovid gint thinks
so, too, an that's why he's so hot
afther catchin' him. May the divil
admoire me av OF know where this
Maclaire gyurl comes in, but Oil bet
the black divil has get her marked
fer some part in, the play. What
would OF do? Be goory. sOi'd go to
Sheridan, an foind the Gineral, an
till him all knew. Maybe he could
piece it together, and guess what
Hawley was UP ter
Hope was already upon her feet,
her puzzled face Frightening.
"Oh. that Is what l wanted to do,
but was not sure 1t would be best.
How can get there from here?".
"Ye'd have ter take the stage back
to Topeky; loikely they'd be runnin'
thraips out from there On the new
road. Nm - atW fss ~ ter foinc