The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1912-03-26

ing unoer II, peerIng into II, upsetr1ng
it, so far as they could with their
naked hands. but with little result, for
they found nothing else. They had to
camp another day, and next morning
they hurried straight over the noun
tains. reaching the settlement almost
as soon as the others Maitland With
furious energy at once organized y re-
lief party. They hurried back to the
logs, tore the jam to pieces, searched
1t carefully and found nothing. To
drag the lake was impossible. It was
hundreds of feet deep and while they
worked it froze. The weather had
changed some days before, heavy
SHOWS had already fallen: they had to
get out OF the mountains without
further delay or else be frozen up to
die. Then and not till then did Matt
land give up hope. He had refrained
from wiring to Philadelphia, but when
he reached telegraph line some ten
days after the cloudburst, he sent
long message east, breaking to his
brother the awful tidings
And in all that they did he and
Kirkby, two of the shrewdest and
most experienced of men, showed
with singular exactitude how easy it
is for the wisest and most capable
OF men to make mistakes, to leave the
plain trail, to fail to deduce the truth
from the facts presented. Yet it is
difficult to point to a fault in their
| reasoning. or to find anything left un-
done in the search!
Enid had started down the canon;
near the end of it they had discovered
one of her garments which they could
| not conceive any reason for her TAX
| ing off. 1t was near the battered body
| Of one of the biggest Grizzlies that
either man had ever seen, it had evil
| dence of blood stains upon it; still,
they had found. no body, but they
| were as profoundly sure that the man
gled remains of the poor girl lay with
in the depths of that mountain lake
| as if they had actually seen her there.
| The logic was all f1awless.
1t SO happened that on that Novem-
Der morning, when the telegram was
approaching him, Mr.. Stephen Matt
land had caller. He came at an un-
usually early hour. Mr.. Stephen
Maitland, who was no longer an early
riser, had indeed just finished his
breakfast when the card of Mr. James
/ Armstrong of Colorado was handed to
| him.
"This, I suppose" he thought test
lily, 'is one of the results of Ends
| wanderings into that God-forsaken
| land. Did you ask the man his bust
| ness, james," he said aloud to the
footman.
| Eyes, sir. He said he wanted to see
you on important business, and when
I made bold to ask him what bust
ness. he said it was none of mine. and
for me to take the message to you,
SIR
'Impudent," growled Mr.. Maitland.
"Yes, sir, but he is the kind of a
gentleman you don't talk back to, sir. u
We'll, you go back and tell him
that you have given me his card, and
| / should like to know what he wishes
to see me about, that I am very busy
this morning and unless it is mat.
ter of importance-you understand? ?"
| les, S1T.
ST suppose now I shall have the
whole west unloaded upon me- every
vagabond friend of Roberts and peo
pie who meet Enid" he thought, but
his reveries were shortly interrupted
by the return of the man.
eff you please, sir" began James
hesitatingly, as he re-entered the
room, che says his business is about
the young lady, SIR
"Confound his impudence!" ex
claimed Mr.. Maitland, more and more
annoyed at what he was pleased tic
characterize mentally as western as
surance. where is he?"
"In the hall, sir"
"Show him into the library and say
l shall be down in a moment"
every good. sir
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