Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-22

his blankets at one end to serve for
a pillow.
Doctor" Messner asked.
yes" came the answer, but | as
sure you 1 didnt come into the Klon-
dixie to practise"
The woman busted herself with
cooking, while the man. sliced bacon
and fired the stove.
"Oh, it's great life" the doctor
proclaimed enthusiastically, pausing
from sharpening his knife on the
stove pipe. what | like about 1T is
the struggle, the endeavor with ones
own hands, the primitiveness Of it.,
and the realness."
az say, Tess" he said the next NOM
ent, don't you think that coffee's
boiled long enough2"
At the sound of the woman's given
name, John Messner became suddenly
alert. He looked at her quickly, while
across his face shot a haunting ex-
preston, tho ghost of some buried
misery achieving swift resurrection.
But the next moment, and by an eff
fort of will, the ghost was laid again.
What part of the States do you
come FROM" Messner asked.
"San Francisco" answered the doc
tor. "I've been in here two years
though
II hail from California myself,
was Messners announcement
The woman looked at him appeal
ingly, but he smiled and went on:
Berkeley, you know"
The other man was becoming inter
ested.
~. c. ~ he asked
Eyes, class of 49,
, 81 meant faculty." the doctor ex-
lplained. you remind me Of the
type"
taken for a prospector or a dog
musher.'
81 don't think he looks any more
like professor than you do doc
tor" the woman broke in.
THANK you said Messner, then
turning to her companion: by the
way, Doctor, what is your name, If
may ask"
"Haythorne, if you'll take my word
for 1t. l gave up cards with civiliza-
ton"
"And Mrs. Haythorne," Messner
smiled and bowed.
She flashed a look at him that was
more anger than appeal
Haythorne was about to ask the
others name. His mouth had opened
to form the question when Messner
cut him off.
Come to think of it, Doctor, you
may possibly be able to satisfy my
curiosity. There was a sort of scan
dial In faculty circles some two or
three years ago The wife of one of
the English professors-er, IL you will
pardon me. Mrs. Haythorne-disap-
peared with some San Francisco doc
tor, understood, though his name
does not just now come to my lips.
Do you remember the incident"
Haythorne nodded his head. MADE
quite a stir at the time. His name
was Womble-Graham Womble. He
had magnificent practise. | knew
him somewhat"
well, what l was trying To get at
was what had become of them / was
wondering If you had heard. They
left no trace, hide nor hair"
"He covered his tracks cunningly.'
Haythorne cleared his throat. There
was a rumor that they went to the
South Seas-were lost on a trading
schooner in a typhoon, or something
like that"
81 never heard that" Messner said
"You remember the case, Mrs Hay
thorne?"
perfectly" she answered, in a
voice the control of which was In
amazing contrast to the anger that
blazed In the face she turned aside
so that Haythorne might not see.
The latter was again on the verge
of asking his name when Messner re-
marked:
"This Doctor Womble, I've heard
he was very handsome, and-er-quitt
a success, so to say, with the ladies'
well, If he was, he finished him
self off by that affair" Haythorn'
grumbled.
I'm going out to get some wood,
he said. ''Then l can take off my
moccasins and be comfortable.
The door slammed behind him. Fol
a long minute there was silence. Tit
man continued In the same position
on the bed. The woman sat on thu
grub-box facing him.
What are you going to do?" sh'
asked abruptly
Messner looked at her with laz,
| INDIGESTION. What do you think
ought to do? Nothing scenic, | hope
You see, I'm stiff and trail-sore, an,
this bunk Is so restful"
she gnawed her lower lip and funnel
dumbly.
But" she began vehemently
then clenched her hands and stopped
II hope you don't want me to Kill
Mr.-er-Haythorne he said gently
almost pleadingly.
but you must do something sh
cried.
con the contrary. 1t is quite con
ceivable that l do not have to d
anything"
You would stay here?"
He nodded.
She glanced desperately around tn
cabin and at the bed unrolled on tn
other bunk might is coming OF
You can't stop here You can't!
tell you you simply can't!"
"Of course, ] can. ] might remin
YOU that / found the cabin first an
that you are my guests"
Again her eyes Travelled around tn
lroom, and the terror in them leape
lup at sight of the other bunk.
Then we'll have to CO." she an
Inounced decisiyely.
Impossible. You have a dry, hack
ling cough-the sort Mr.. Haythorne s
laptly described. You've alread
slightly chilled your lungs. Besides