Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1911-12-12

| but-but | cannot even tell the names
know scmething even of the person he
does buainess with. | have been &C.
quainted- with Hawley for seversi
years. and have never been aware of
any honorable business he has ever
engaged in. He IS professional
gambler, known on the frontier as
Black Bart last night he was run
ming faro game across there In the
Palace cannot help wondering
what kind OF business such q fellow
could possibly have with you. MISS
Maclaire."
The woman's eyes Mashed. harden
ing in their brown depths.
What right have you to ask" she
began Indignantly Il am capable Of
deciding my own affairs. AS | have
told you / have never met Mr.. Haw-
ley, but | am not to be influenced
against him merely by the denuncia-
ton OF an avowed enemy. He has
Eeitten me of something he has dis
coVereh which is of deep personal in
terest to me, and has promised to tell
me the details, as well as place within
my hands certain necessary papers. y
Il appreciate your feelings" he said
gently as she paused, but would you
mind telling me the nature of those
papers ?"
There was something in Keith's
face which told of honesty, and in
spired confidence Miss Maclaires
worldly experience had given her deep
insight into the character of men, and
somehow. as she looked into the clear
gray eyes, she felt impeEsd to answer,
vague doubt of the unknown Haw.
ley in her mind.
"They-they were papers to estab-
fish identity. He had discovered them
by accident; they have to do with an
inheritance. Really that is all know,
for he wrote very briefly. stating it
Rather to keep me from learning
the truth, Mr.. Jack Keith" she burst
forth. rising to her feet Indignantly.
You are here trying 20 prejudice me
against Mr.. Hawley. He is your enc
my, and you have come to me stab
bling him in the back for revenge.
That Is your interest Well, | am go
ing to see the man, and consider what
he has to say. | don't care half SO
much about the money as | dc to find
out who l am If ne can throw any
light on my early life, on my parent
age. shall be the happiest woman
In the world. | am sorry told you
anything-but l am going to see him
just the same. Perhaps he might tell
me something about you"
They were both standing, the wom-
ans eyes flashing sngrily. defantly.
her hands clip ched Keith, realizing
the false position into which he had
drifted, hesitated to answer. He
meant to tell her the whole story, and
urge her to cooperate with him IN
learning the gamblers purpose. The
woman impressed him as honest at
heart, in spite of her life and environ
ment; she was not one whom swim
der could easily dupe into becoming
a tool
Miss Maclaire," he began, de-
termined on his course, listen to me
for just moment. | am"
There was a rap at the door The
eyes of both turned that way, and
then Keith backed slowly into the
darkened corner beyond the window,
his right hand thrust INTO the pocket
of his coat Miss Maclaire observed
the movement, her lips smiling. red
flush on either cheek. Then she
stepped across the room, and opened
the door. Framed against the black
background of the hall, his dark, rath-
er handsome face clearly revealed as
he fronted the window, his black. au-
dacious eyes fixed appreciatingly upon
the lady, stood BLACK Bart" Hawley.
He saw no one but her, realized no
other presence. had no thought except
to make good impression. He was
facing a beautiful woman, whom he
sought to use. and he bowed low. hat
in hand.
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