Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-23

ID EN- came forward and stood facing Camilla, one
hand clutching the back of a chair his eyes blazing
with newly kinded resentment. "Yes, will tell
you. It's right for you to know
There man in my employ who had fanced
grievance against my foreman. He had no just
Tor complaint. found that out and told HARRISON
fire him. If HARRISON had obeyed orders, there would
have been different story tell about the Lone Tree.
But my foreman took pity on him because he had
family then tried to get him started right again The
used TO work extra time at night, sometimes with
shift and sometimes alone. And one night in the small
gallery the hundred-foot level he found the vein
had been looking for. He was German, Max Remer
by name
MAX Reimer," she repeated mechanically.
"Aone there in that cavern he thought the plan
that afterward resulted in putting out of business
He quickly got tmbers together and hid the hole
he'd made. This was easy; for the steps and railing
of the Wine needed supports and planking. He put
in blast farther over and hid the gold bearing rock
all but few of the pieces These he took out in the
pockets of his overalls and carried them to Jeff Wray
"Your husband called in Pete Murennan, and they
talked it over. Then one night Pete and Max crept
up the mine got past the Waterman, and Max showed
Pete what he'd found. learned all this from HARRISON
after they let Max loose
Let him loose! What do you mean?"
I'll tell you. Max wanted a lump sum in cash.
They laughed at him, chiefly because they didn't have
the money to pay. Then he wanted percentage big
ger than they wanted give. When they temporized
he got ugly, swore he'd rather his chances with
HARRISON and me; but he never had an opportunity
You don't mean she gasped.
"Wray and Mulrennan ured Remer to a room over
the saloon and got up fight They put him out gagged
and trussed him like fowl, and left him there Until
Jeff Wray had closed the deal with me. That's how
your husband got my mine
at can't bel' she stammered. "Yes-ycs! And
Reimer?"
"They hid him for two weeks until they brought him
to terms"
Il remember" she said, passing her hand over he
brow. "Reimer's boy was in my school. They missed
old Max. They thought he had deserted them. What
horrible thing! And Jeff-my husband
THAT is what people call Jeff Wrays luck he said
and then added grimly "and my misfortune"
But the law!' she said. "Was there no way in
which you could prove the-the-"
"The fraud?" he said brutally ooh, yes The law!
Do YOU know who i1npersonaes the law in Mesa CITY?
Pete Mulrennan! He's Judge, Court, and Jury. We
had the best lawyer in Denver; but Lawrence Berkely
had done his work too we'll There's suit still pending
but we haven't a show. Good God, Camilla do you
mean say you heard nothing of all this?'
Nothing she said, nothing! When heard of the
suit and questioned Jeff, he-he said it malicious
ness, jealousy, disappointment and believed him
He turned away from her and paced the floor. "He
right 1t all of these But there something else"
ooh, know" she broke in. at what l am feel
ing now, the sense OF a wrong. But you forget"
She got up and faced him. cropping vaguely for exenu
in the West before successful mine is all a matter of
luck. Max Reimer's find might have been only
pocket In that you would have been the gamer
and Jeff would have lost"
That's sophstry. | can't blame you for defending
your husband Mines have been leased and bought
theory with chance to win, chance to lose for the
mere love of gamble. There gamble here.
The gold was there-One had only to look. There
has been anything like it since Cripple Creek.
1t mine. Jeff Wray wanted it; SO he took it-by
force!"
SHE had sunk the settee between the windows her
~ face buried in her hands, and trying to think
All thisthe hired magniticence, the empty show, the
damask she sitting the rings her hands, her
clothing even-belOnged by every law of deCency and
morality to the who stood there before her. And