The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1911-12-15

But if it wasn't father. where is he
now?"
That's what Oi've been tryin' ter
| foind out. First off he went out to the
Cimmaron Crossing. guarded by
squad O. cavalry from the fort here
Tommy Caine wint along an told
me all about It, They dug up the
bodies, but niver thing did they find
on 'em-not a paper, nor dollar,
| They'd bin robbed all roight. The
| ovid Gineral swore loike 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 feller was
gone away trapsing after a 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 Oh reckon
We could a 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 ye
was Christie Maclaire?"
But I'm not! I'm not, Mrs. Muir
ply. | don't even know the woman.
1t is such a 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. |
don't know why 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 ye 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 Maclalre
gyurl fer?"
Il 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 founo
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 a pod. Loikely now.
it's twin sister ye've got?"
Hope smiled. although her eyes
were misty.
"Oh, no; Fred and l were the only
children; but what shall l do? What
ought | to do?"
The Irish mouth of Kate Murphy
set firmly. her blue eyes burning.
It's not sthTong OF am on advisin'."
she said, shortly. but If it was me
Ord 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
so, too, an that's why he's so hot
afther catchin' him. May the diyil
admoire me av OF know where this
Maclaire gyurl comes in. but Oill bet
the black divjl has get her marked
fer some part In the play. What
worn,as II do? Be goory, Ord go to
Sht la. - foind the Gineral. an
till, niin oil 'new. Maybe he could
piet tosetne-' and guess What
ua ulaeERley was up ter"
&c ope was already upon her fe.t,
her puzzled face Frightening.
On. that is what | wanted to do,
but | was not sure it would be best.
10 can get there from here?"
ed have ter take the stage back
r. "opeky; loikely they'd be runnin
III aims out from there on the new
ro.d I'll! be aisy fer me ter foind