Semi-weekly herald., 1911-06-19

LET UP! Damn Yorl He Called Him
self Jack Keith"
tograph is a peach. Just look here,
Bill What did tell you? Amt
Christie a dead ringer for this sirl?"
you bet she is, Bart" admitted the
other In maudlin admiration. only, |
reckon. maybe some older"
We'll. she ought to be accordin' to
Willoughty's story. an them papers
bear him out all right so | reckon
he's told 1t strsight-this Phyllis
would be twenty-six now. and that's
Just about what Christie is 1t wouldn't
have At better If we had made 1t on
purpose. If the girl will only play
up to the part we won't need any 9TH
er evidence-her face would be
enough"
Keith could hear the beating of his
own heart In the silence that follow
ed. Here was a new thought, new
understanding. complete new turn
to affairs. Christie Maclaire, then,
was not Willoughby's sister Hope The
girl he rescued on the desert-the
girl with the pleading brown eyes.
lips-was not the music hall singer.
He could hardly grasp the truth at
first, 1t antagonized SO sharply with
all he had previously believed Yet,
If this were true his own duty became
clearer than ever; aye. and would be
more willingly performed. But what
did Hawley know? Did he already
realize that the girl he had first met
on the stage coach. and later fnveigled
into the desert. was Hope, and not the
music hall artistf He, OF course. fully
believed hor to be Christie Maciaire
at that time. but something might
have occurred since to change that be-
lief. Anyhow. the man was not now
seeking Hope. but the other. Appar-
entity the latter was either already
here In Sheridan or expected soon.
And exactly what was 1t the gambler
desired this Meclaire woman to doH
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
money involved. no doubt, and in
which the discovery of this mysteri-
GUS Phyllis figured. She might, per-
haps, be sister, or half-sistsr, who
had disappeared. and remained ignor-
ant as to any inheritance. Hopes
picture shown by the boy, and ro-
minding Hawley at once OF Christie
Maclairs. had been the basis of the
whole plot Exactly what tho details
OF that plot might be Keith could not
hxure out. but one thing WAS reason
ably csrtain-it was proposed to de-
fraud Hope. And who In the very
truth was Hopef 1t suddenly occurred
to him AS remarkably strange fact
that he possessed not the slightest
inkling as to the girls name. Her
brother had assumed to bs called Will
loughby when he enlisted In the army,
and his companions continued 10 call
him this. If he could interview the
girl now for only hve minutes he
should be able probably To straishten
out the whole intricate tangle. But
where was sheY Would she have re-
msined until this time at Fort Larnsd
with KITE Murphy
There was 4 noise OF movement in
the next room Apparently as Hawlsy
arose carelessly from his edge Of the
washstsnd he had dislodged the glass,
which fell shivsrins on the Aoor. Scott
swors sudibly At the loss.
Shut up. BILL" snapped the gam
bier. irritatsd, 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 herei Do you
understand ?-remain here. Damn me,
II that drunken fool isn't waking up"
There was 4 rafting Of the rickety
bed. and then the sound OF Willough-
by's voice. thick from liquor.
Almighty glad to see you. Bart
am. indeed. Want monsy-Bill an
both want money-can't drink with
out money-can't eat without money
shay. when you Eoin' stake us7"
IN see you again In the morning,
Fred" returned the other briefly. Go
ON back to sleep"
VIII whom / git good an ready
20 sleep. stay wake. Just ss l please
don't care damn what yer do-got
new frien' now"
"A new friendf Who?" Hawley
spoke with aroused interest
"Oh. he's all riEht-he's mighty fns
fellow-come In wisout in-invits-
tion-called her Hope-you fool. Bart
Hawley, think my sister Christie
Christie-damfno the nams-my sis
ter, Hope-don't want yer money
my-my new friend. he'll stake me-
he knows my sister-Hope."
The gambler Ersspsd the speaker.
shaking him into some slight sem
blAnos Of sobriety.
Now. look here. Willoughby. l want
~ truth knd pssp u AaNA Il" ~ u