Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1912-07-25

ny man. but was very nice, and offer
ed to escort me to the hotel I remem-
Der now that although he introduced
himseh. never once thought to men
ton TO him my name. The town was
very rough last night-the company
mad paid OF the graders l was told
and there y IS no carriage. so we were
compelled to walk. II never saw
such mob of drunken men. One
came Keeling against me. and brushed
aside my veil so as to see my face
The doctor struck him, and then the
marshal came up-you know him. Biu
Hickock-and the impudent fellow
actually declared he knew me. that
l was Christie Maclaire. tried TO
explain. but they hurried me on
through the crowd to the hotel. and I
became confused. and forgot. Do you
suppose they registered me by that
Dame?''
Quite likely; at least Fairbain still
believes it was the Christie whom he
so calamity escorted last night"
How provoking" her foot tapping
the floor, little wrinkle between her
eyes. 1T seems as though l couldn't
escape that woman-does she-does
she really look like me?"
At little distance, yes" he ad-
mitted. her form and face resemble
yours very closely. but her hair is
darker, her eyes have a different ex-
preston, and she must be Eve or six
years older"
Do-do you know her well?"
No, indeed; I have seen her sever
al times on the stage. but never met
her until few moments ago"
A few moments ago. Do you mean
she is here in this hotel2"
Yes, Miss Hope, and that was what
made the mistake IN names so laugh
! able Fairbain gave me your mes
sage but as coming from Christie.
was, OF course, greatly surprised, yet
responded. The lady very promptly
denied having sent for me. but as
was anxious to interview her myself.
We managed to drift into conversation.
and l must have passed a half hour
there. / might have been there stu.
/ but for an interruption"
oh. indeed" with riNng infection.
He glanced quickly about, reminded
Of the situation.
Yes, Hawley came in, and I would
prefer not to meet him here. or have
him discover you were In Sheridan.
Could we not 20 to your room?
have much TO tell you"
Her questioning eyes Lsft his face.
and stared down over the rail. A heav-
lily built man, with red moustache,
Cd afr,-N l..
face toward them.
DO you know that mani" she asked
quickly. He followed me all the
time I was shopping. i believe he
IS the same one who jostled me in the
crowd last night"
Keith leaned past her to get a bet
ter view, but the fellow turned, and
slouched away.
Il only had a glimpse, but have no
recollection Of ever seeing him before.
You heard no name?"
Wild BIZ called him either Scott.
or Scotty-if this is the same man"
Keith's jaw set, the lighting light
burning in his eyes. That was the
name of the fellow rooming with VIII
loughby. the one who seemed to be
Hawleys special assistant. Was he
here as a spy? His hands clinched
on the rail. He was anxious to go
down and wiring the truth out of him,
4 but instead, he compelled his eyes 10
smile, turning back TO the girl
! "A mere accident probably; but
about my request? May l talk with
/ you a few moments alone?"
/
fed regarding HIS lengthy converse.
ton with Christie, yet permitted him
to follow down the hall. She held
open the door OF Is and he entered
silently, not wholly understanding the
change in her manner. She stood be-
fore the dresser. drawing off her
gloves and removing her hat.
win you be seated, Captain; the
armchair by the window is the more
comfortable" She turned toward him
almost shyly. yet with womanly curl
osity which would not be stilled Was
your call upon Miss Maclaire very in
teresting? Did you admire her very
much?"
Keith's eyes lifted to her face. his
ears quick to detect the undertone
in her voice.
Interesting? yes. for / was seeking
after information. and met with some
I success. AS to the other question.
/ am not sure whether l admire the LADY
/ or not. She is bright. pretty, anc
companionable. and in spite of hel
/ profession. at heart. believe. a good
woman. But really. Miss Hope, was
TOO deeply immersed in my purpose
to give her personality much consid.
Grafton. Among other things We spoke
OF you
"Of me? Why?"
Il told her something OF our adj
ventures together; of how both Haw-
ley and had been confused. She was
anxious to learn who you were. but
unfortunately. have never. even yet,
heard your name"
''You have not?"
No; | left you at Fort Larned be-
( lieving you Christie Maclaire-sup-
posing it your stage name, of course
, and was confirmed in this belief by