The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1911-11-09

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have occurred since to change that be-
lief. Anyhow. the man was not now
seeking Hope, out the other. Appa,.
emily the latter was either already
here in Sheridan or expected soon.
And exactly what was 1t the gambler
desired this Maclaire woman to do?
This was the important matter, and
for its solution Keith possessed mere.
ly few hints, few vague suggestions.
She was expected to represent herself
as Phyllis-Phyllis who? Some Phyl.
lis surely whose physical resemblance
to Hope must be sufficiently marked
to be at once noticeable. Willoughby
had evidently revealed to Hawley
some hidden family secret, having
which the discovery of this mysteri'
Gus Phyllis figured. She might, per.
haps. be a sister, or half-sister, who
had disappeared, and remained ignor-
ant as to any Inheritance. Hopes
picture shown by the boy, and re-
mindfng Hawley at once Of Christie
Maclaire, had been the basis Of the
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of that plot might be Keith could not
figure out, but one thing was reason
ably certain-it was proposed to de-
fraud Hope. And who in the very
truth was Hope? 1t suddenly occurred
to him as a remarkably strange fact
| that he possessed not the slightest
inkling as to the girls name. Her
hr0fhny hod n ho oo110d VIII.
| loughby when he enlisted In the army,
and his companions continued to call
him this. If he could interview the
girl now for only five minutes he
should be able probably to straighten
out the whole intricate tangle. But
where was she? Would she have re-
manned until this time at Fort Larned
with Kate Murphy?
There was a noise of movement in
the next room. Apparently as Hawley
arose carelessly from his edge of the
washstand he had dislodged the glass;
which fell shivering on the floor. Scott
swore audibly at the loss.
| Shut up, Bill" snapped the gam
bier. irritated, you've got the bottle
left I'm going; there's nothing for
any of us to do now, until after ! see
Christie. You remain here! Do you
understand? -remain here. Damn me,
If that drunken fool isn't waking up
There was a rafting of the rickety
bed, and then the sound Of Willough-
by's voice, thick from liquor.
Almighty glad to see you, Bart
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both want money-can't drink with
out money-can't eat without money
shay, when you goin' stake us?"
"I'll see you again In the morning.
Fred" returned the other briefly. Go
on back to Sleep"
"Will when l git good an ready
go sleep. stay wake, just as | please
don't care damn what yer do-got
new frien' now"
"a new friend? Who?" Hawley
spoke with aroused interest.
"Oh, he's all right-hes mighty fine
fellow-come in wisout in-fnvita'
tion-called her Hope-you fool, Bart
Hawley, think my sister Christie
Christie-damf1no the name-my sis
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my-my new friend. he'll stake me
he knows my sister-Hope."
The gambler grasped the speaker.
shaking him into some slight sem
blance of sobriety.
Nov, look here, Willoughby, want
the truth, and mean to have ii" he In.
sisted. HAS some one been in here
while Scott was gomez"
"Sure-didn't l just tell yer?-
friend O. Hopes"
"Who was he? Speak up! l want
the name!"
There was a faint gurgling sound
as though the gamblers vice-like fin
gers were at the boys throat; slight
struggle, and then the choked voice
gasped out:
Let up! damn yer! He called him
self Jack Keith"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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