Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-03-08

recognized no familiar landmark IL
the midnight farinz through The hill.
or on the approach to the home OF his
childhood: OF something like q keen
regret that the old had given place 70
thoroughly and completely to the new:
Of something bordering on chagrin
that be had been surprised into ac-
cepting the hospitable advances Of q
woma whom he had been intending
to avoid and for whom be had cher
ished-and meant to cherishr-a con-
temptucus disregard
But at the hand gripping moment
there was no time for a nice weighing
OF emotions. He was In his fathers
house, the homecoming. some phases
OF which be had vaguely dreaded. wax
a fact accomplished. and the new life
THE life that was to be lived without
~Patrfcia-was fairly begun. Also there
were arrears to be brought up.
did the little-er-did Mrs. Biount
tell You that I was hereY'
"She did. but she couldn't tell me
much more. How ON top Of earth did
you happen to, blow in at midnight
with Jack Barto for your herd leaderT"
tits a fairy tale, and you won't be-
heve it-of a Blount." was the laugh
ing reply. Il left Boston Monday and
should have reached the capital last
night. But my train was laid out be-
hind a freight wreck at Aretas Just
before dark. and / left 1t and took to
the hills-horseback. Don't ask me
why. The smell of the sagebrush was
In my nostrils, and | had to do It. I
knew where I was, and I thought I
could ride to Debbleby's. so / hired the
broncho and pitched out / think 1
kept the general direction all right un-
til l got lost among the Lost river hog
backs. but after that I was pretty Suc-
cessfrfly lost
and Barto found your queried the
senator.
who is this ubiquitous Barto who
gcee around playing the hoidrp one
minute and the good angel the nsxt7""
"He Is = sort Of general utility man
for Hathaway. the head pusher OF the
Twin Buttas Lumber company. He Is
supposed to be a timber cruiser and
log scaier. but / guess he doesn't work
much at his trade. Down in the lower
wards Of New York they'd call him a
heeler maybe. But you don't mean to
tell me hat Jack Barto robbed you.
scn7'
mo: he was merely discussing with
his two fellow holdups the ~advisabihty
OF knocking me on the head and drop
ping me into Lost River canyon: that
was ali. or course l knew they had
fallen upon the wrong man, and after
awhile l succeeded In making Barto
accept that hypothesis. AT least he ac-
cepted it sufficiently to bring me here
for Identification. Since he wouldn't
talk and | didn't recognize the trail or
the place | hadn't the slightest notion
Of my Observation-Disclosures the least In
the world"
The big man was leaning against
the foot rail Of the bed and frowning
thoughtfully. Talked about dropping
you into Lost river. did thoyf HIM!
Well have to look into that a little, !
guess. Who set them on. SOM Got
any idea OF that"
II have a very good idea--a man
wLo came across In the Pullman with
nae from Omaha: tall and rather slim
and with q hatchet face and owlish
eyes didn't learn his name, but be
said no was interested IN mines and
timber"
@That was Hathaway himself" was
the instant decision. His company
has been cutting timber In the Lost
river reserve. and he probably thought
you were chasing him. You didn't
know Honoria2 Z"
mo: I wasn't expectinE-I-you may
remember that l had never met her"
stamnnered the young d who had
risen to his elbow among the pillows
The father walked away to the win
dow and stood looking out upon the
Distant mountains for a full minute
before he turned to say gently: we
may as well run the boundary lines on
this one time IA another. ON. You
don't like Houoria. You've made up