The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1911-12-07
CHAPTER xxIl.-(continued.)

Don't you ever do 1t, he insisted.
"The marshal brought her in here,
and fired a fellow out o. the room so
as to give it to her. He'd clean out
this house If we ran in a cold deck on
q friend O. his
What do l care for what your
marshal does?"
But he's Bill Hickock, Miss, Wild
BILL"
Miss Maclaire leaned back against
the stair-rail, her eyes turning from
Tommy to her speechless supporters.
Slowly the truth seemed to penetrate
her brain.
"Oh," she gasped at last "Then-
then what else can you give met"
The officers had long since depart
ed, promising, however, to remain
over In town and hear her again that
night at the Trocadero, with hints as
to a late supper; she had received a
call from the manager of that most
popular resort, and had rendered his
life miserable by numerous demands;
had passed half an hour practicing
with the leader of the orchestra; but
now was at last alone, tired, decided
ly irritable, and still tempted to in
wade "15," and give that other woman
a piece of her mind. Then some one
raped on the door There was de-
'cided accent of vexation in the voice
which babe the one outside enter, but
the lady's mood changed swiftly as
her brown eyes perceived standing in
thu ho ~ all
the light from the window revealing
clearly his strong face. The man
stood hat in hand, bowling slightly, un.
able to comprehend why he should
have been sent for, yet marvelling
again at the remarkable resemblance
between this woman and that other
whom he had left at Fort Larned. Az
Miss Maclaire stood with back toward
the window, she presented the same
youthful appearance, the same slen.
derness Of figure, the same contour OF
face.
Miss Christie Mac1aire?" he asked,
as though in doubt.
EYES," graciously, won instantly by
the mans appearance and manner,
"you wished to see me? VIII you be
seated?"
He crossed the narrow room to the
stiff-backed chair indicated, and the
lady sank negligently down into her
own, resting her head against a pil.
low, and regarding him expectantly,
He could view her now much more
distinctly, observing the slight differ
ence in age, the fuller lips, the darker
shade Of the hair, and the varied ex-
preston of the eyes. It was as IL a
different soul had looked forth from
the same face. He had never before
realized how little, apparently trifling,
details marked the human counter.
ance, and, embarrassed by her own
scrutiny, his glance swept about the
room. Misunderstanding this shifting
Of eyes, Miss Christie sought to place
the man more at ease
1.-THE room IS perfect fright" she
observed briskly. but what can one
expect in these mushroom towns.
Really had never been here before.
or shouldn't have come. They pay
good money though for talent, and
we all have to live, you know. Are
are you In professional worke"
He shoo1@ dis head. smiling, some
what perplexed at his reception.
Really didn't suppose you were,"
she went on, you don't look 1t. But
there are SO many who come to me
to help them that have grown sus-
p1cious of every stranger May ask
why you desired to see me?'
Another suspicion had taken pos
session of her mind, for the men of
that section were never backward in
exhibiting admiration. yet somehow
this man did not seem exactly of that
kind.
II came merely because l was sent
for, Miss Maclaire." he replied, his
gray eyes once again upon her face.
doctor Fairba.n gave me your mes.
saxs! am Jack Ka,th."