Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1911-11-21
But if it wasn't father. where is he

But if 1t wasn't father. where is he
| now?"
That's what Owe been tryin' ter
foind out. First off he went out D 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 nlver a thing did they find
on 'em-not paper. nor dollar
They'd bin robbed all roight The
ovid Ginerai swore loike a wild mon
all the way back. Tommy said. an
the first thing he Gid 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 of Black Bart Oh reckon
We could towld morn that"
What do you mean?"
why shure, honey. what's tfe use
tryin' ter decave me? Didn't Jack
Keith. wild his own lips. tell me ye
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.
didn't care who the man Hawley sup
| posed me to be. but / intended to have
told Mr.. Keith he was mistaken. 1
don't know why l didn't, only I sup
posed he finally understood. But
want you to believe. Mrs. Murphy
am Hope Waite. and not Christie
Maclaire."
It's 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?"
Il do not in the least know. He
must have induced me to go to that
| place in the desert belie7ing me to be
| the other woman. Yet he said moth
ing of any purpose: indeed. he found
90 opportunity"
Mrs. Murphy shook her head dis
paragingly.
1T was shure some divilment," she
| asserted. stoutly. Hell be I'D to
some trick wild the poor gyurl; OF
know the loikes av him. Shure, the
! two av yez must look as much aloike
It's twin sister we've got?'
Hope smiled. although her eyes
were misty.
"Oh. no; Tired and were the only
children; but what shall | do? What
ought | TO dog"
The Irish mouth of Kate Murphy
set firmly. her blue eyes burning.
Its not sthrong Oh am on advisin',"
she said. shortly. but II 1t was me
Old be fer foindin out what all this
! mix-up was about. There's somethin'
moighty quare in It, It's my notion
that Hawley's got hold av thin papers
av yer fathers. The ovid gint thinks
2 81 w. NA k0At Why lie so not
either catchin' him. May the divil
admoire me av OF know where this
I Maclaire gyurl comes in. but Oill bet
I the black di~il has &c. her marked
I Ter some part in the play. What
would OF do9 Be goory, Ord 20 10
Sheridan. an foind the Gineral. an
till him all knew. Maybe he could
piece IL together. and guess what
Hawley was up ter"
Hope was already upon her feet,
her puzzled face Frightening.
"Oh, tat IS what wanted TO do.
bus | was not sure ii would be best.
How can | get there from here?"
'Ye'd have ter take the stage back
to Topeky; lofkely they'd be runnin'
thrains out from there on the new
road. tn be aisy fer me ter foind