The Glenwood post., 1911-10-07
CHAPTER Ix.-(contInued.)

S6AS fEH IA.-(SohtIhueo.)
II have been a perfect brute" he &C
knowledge frankly, with no thought
except for myself Hunger was my
master. and l ask your forgiveness.
Miss Maclaire."
Her eyes smiled
Il am 10 very glad to have any one
here-any one-in whom l feel even
. little confldence-that nothing else
greatly matters. Can you both eat.
and listen
Keith nodded. his eyes full of inter
est. searching her face.
Whoever l may be, Mr.. Keith, and
really that seems only of small I'm
portance. I came to Fort Larned seek
ing some trace of my only brother,
whom we last heard from there. where
he had fallen into evil companionship.
On the stage trip was fortunate
enough to form an acquaintance with
q man who told me he knew where I
could meet Fred. but that the boy was
hiding because of some trouble he
had lately gotten into. and that
should have to proceed very carefully
so as not to lead the officers to dis
man was engaged In some business at
Carson City. but he employed a man
to bring me to this place. and prom
ised to get Fred, and meet me here the
following day. There must have been
some failure in the plans, for | have
been here entirely alone now for three
days. 1t has been very lonesome, and
and I've been a little frightened
Perhaps l ought not to have come, and
I am not certain what kind OF place
this is. / was so afraid when you
came. but l am not afraid now
You have no need to be-" he said
soberly, impressed by the innocent
candor of the girl. and feeling thank
ful that he was present to aid her 81
could not wrong one OF the South"
My father always told me | could
trust Southern gentleman under any
circumstances. Mr.. Hawley was from
my own State. and knew many of our
old friends. That was why felt such
unusual confidence in him. although
he was but travelling acquaintance +"
"Mr. Hawley?"
The gentleman whom | met on the
stage"
"Oh, yes: you said he was In busi-
ness in Carson City, but don't seem
to remember any one of that name"
He was not there permanently;
only to complete some business deal"
And your brother? l may possibly
have known him"
She hesitated an instant, her eyes
dropping. until completely shaded by
the long lashes.
"He-he was rather a wild boy, and
ran away from home to enlist in the
army. But he got into a bad set, and
and deserted. That was part of the
trouble which caused him to hide He
enlisted under the name of Fred VIII.
loughby. Mr.. Hawley told me this
much. but am afraid he did not tell
me all"
And he said you would meet him
hareT'
Keith gazed about the bare sur.
roundings wonderingly. What was
this place. hidden away in the midst
of the desert. isolated in spot where
not even Indians roamed. Could It be
a secret rendezvous OF crime, the
headquarters of desperadoes. of cat
tie rustlers, Of the highwaymen Of the
Sante Fe Trail-a point to which they
could ride when hard pressed. GER
tain Of hiding here in safety? He be-
gan to suspect this. but. II so, who
then was this Hawley. and with what
object had he sent this girl here?
Every way he turned was to confront
mystery. to face new puzzle What
ever she might be-even the music
hall singer he believed-she had been
lnveigled here innocently enough.
Yes" she replied, he said that this
was one of the stations Of big ranch
on which Fred was employed. and that
he would certainly be here within .
day or two"
You met Hawley on the stage
coach? How did you become acquaint-
ed?"
I'VE were alone for nearly nifty
miles," her voice faltering slightly.
"and-and he called me what You did"
"Christie Maclaire?''
Yes: he-he seemed to think hs
knew me. and needed help 80 much
that l let him believe 10. I thought
It could DO no harm, and then, when
I found he actually knew Fred, didn't