The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-08-17
CHAPTER Xxx.
Hope Goes to Sheridan.

] ne more CHTelully Sne Thought oNti
The story o. that murder at the Chm
maron Crossing, and Keith's tale OF
how he had discovered and buried the
mutilated bodies, the more assured
she became that that was where this
locket came from, and that the slain
freighter must have been her own ia
Their. She never once questioned thu
truth of Keiths report; there was that
about the man which would not per
nit of her doubling him. lie had
simply failed to mention what he re
moved from the bodies. supposing this
would be OF no special interest.
Mrs. Murphy. hoping thus to quiet
the apprehensions of her charge, set
herself diligently at work to discover
the facts AS her house was filled
with transients. including occasional
visitors from Carson City, and was
also lounging headquarters for many
| of the officers from the nearby fort
! she experienced no difficulty in pick
ing up all the floating rumors. Out OF
these, with Irish shrewdness, she soon
managed to patch together consist
| ent Fabric OF TACT.
"Shure. honey. it's not so bad the
way they tell It now" sac explained,
consolingly Nobody behaves now II
was yer father that gJt kilt. II was
two fellers what stole his outfit,
clothes an all an was drivin' off wild
em inter the sand hills. Divil a wan
does know who kilt 'em, but there's
some ugly stories travelin' about
| Some says Iniuns; some says the
posse run em down an Black Bart
an his dirthy outfit, they swear 1t was
Keith Owe got me own notion. An
INFLOW, there's bout three hundred
dollars, some mules, an lot o val
yble papers missin'.'
But il 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
squad O. cavalry from the fort here
Tommy Game wint along. an told
me all about it. They dug up the
bodies. but niver a thing did they inc
on 'em-not a paper, nor dollar
THEY'D bin robbed all roight. The
ovid Gineral swore loike wild MOI
all the way back. Tommy said, an
the first thing he did at Carson CIT!
was to start huntin' fer Black Bart
He was two days gittin on the trail
NV him: then he heard the Teller wa
gone away trapsing after a singin o
dancin' gyurl called Christie Maclaire
; She was supposed to be ayther
Topeky or Sheridan. A freighter toll
the ovid man she was at Sheridan an
so he started there overland, hopir
= ter head off Black Bart OF recko
we could a towld morn that.
What do you mean?"
why shure, honey, what's the us
tryin' ter decave me? Didn't Jac
Keith. wild his own lips, tell me y
was Christie Maclaire?"
. But I'm not, I'm not. Mrs. Mul
: phy. | don't even know the woman
! II Is such a strange thing; | cannc
. account for it-both those men mi!
took me for her. and--and let then
+ | didn't care who the man Hawley SUI
posed me to be, but intended to hav
told Mr. Keith he was mistaken.
n don't know why | didn't, only | SUI
q posed he finally understood. But
want you to believe. Mrs. Murphy
!. am Hope Waite. and not Christi
Maclaire."
I ITS little the loss to ye not ter b
i her an Oi'm thinkin' loikely JAG
Keith will be moighty well plased t.
Q know the truth. What's Black Bar
SO ayger ter git hold av this Maclair
- gyurl fer"
81 do not in the least know. II
n must have induced me to go to thu
o place in the desert believing me to
y the other woman. Yet he said not
ing of any purpose; indeed, he foun
u no opportunity"
. Mrs. Murphy shook her head di
, paragingly.
- 1T was shure some divilment,' ST
asserted, stoutly. Hell be up
" some trick wild the poor gyurl;
know the loikes av him Shure, u
. two av yez must look as much aloil
as two pages in a pod. Loikely no'
it's twin sister ye'ye got?'
, Hope smiled although her ey,
% were misty.
70 "Oh, no; Fred and | were the on
~ children; but what shall | do? VIII
Is ought | to do"
= The Irish mouth Of Kate Murpi
-, set firmly. her blue eyes burning
n IT'S not sthrong OF am on advisin
N she said, shortly but II 1t was n
II Ord be fer foindin' out what all tn
n mix.up was about There's somethi
IL moighty quare in It. It's my motto
N that Hawley's got hold ay thin pape
n, av yer fathers The ovid sint Thin
10 so, too. an that's why he's SO h
g afther catchin him May the div
~ admoire me av OF know where th
h. Maclaive gyurl comes in, but Oi'll b
a. the black divil has get her mark,
n. fer some part in the play. WI