The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-11-24

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 sIt won't be for awh1le-not tfn they let you out again." retorted the var den easily. s'Take him of up the tERHa Billp'
 The rangers walked away with thelE prisoner, and Evans turned to Zoe.
 Guess have the laugh of you, No4 vember," he said.
 Hooks that way, Where you takins himY'
 gro Lavette. I've sent word to Bsas. Rome to come there tomorrow. Ana now" continued Evans, I'm going tu search Blacks shack
 What forT'
 tAThe stolen peIts."
 t4Got warrant?"
 ttI'm a warden-don't need one.
 You'll not search without il" said November, moving in front of the door.
 ''Who'll stop me?'' Evans chin shot out deggedly.
 s~I might" said Joe in his most gen. tie manner. "'Pm in the right, for it's agin the law, and you know 1t. MT. Evans
 Evans hesitated. s.Have it your way, but I'Il be back with my warrant be- fore sunup tomorrow, and I'm war den, and maybe you'll find it's better to have me for a friend than
 Huh! Say, MT. Quariteh, have you fill of that light baecy O yours2 [ want soothin'.''
 As soon as Evans was out Of sight, Joe beckoned me to a thick piece of scrub not far from the hut.
 'sStay right here till I come back Everything depends on that he whis- pered.
 lay down at my ease in q sheltered spot, and then Joe also took the read for Lavette. Everything appeared to be against Black-the cartridge which fitted his rife, the strands of the tell tale neckerchief, the mans own fu- rious behavior, his manifest passion for Mrs Rome, and the suggested mo tive for the thefts-an these things pointed, conclusively it seemed to me, in one direction. And yet knew that almost from the beginning of the in quiry November had decided that Black was innocent.
 The evening turned raw, and the thin snow was ssoftening, and though was weary of my watch was still dream ing when started under hand that touched my shoulder. Joe was crouch ing at my side. He warned me to eau ton, but I could not refrain from a question as to where he had been.
 Down to the store at Layette,'' he whispered "I was talking about that search warrant-pretty high handed T said it was, and the boys agreed to that's
 After awhile Joe touched me to wake fitness, and I saw something moving S0 the trail below us. A second or two of moonlight gave me glimpse of the approaching figure of a man, hump cd figure that moved swiftly. A Whis- tle No answer. And its hand went to the latch. I heard Joe sigh as he covered the man with his r1de. Then came his voice in it's quiet tones. Guess the game's of, Sylvester Don't turn! Hands upr'
 The Hnan stood still as we came be- hind him. At a word he faced round I saw thss high cheek bones and gieam- ing eyes of an Inesan His savage faeo was contracted with animesity. sNow, MT. Quaritch,'' said Novem- Der suggestiveey.
 I fatter myself made neat job of tying up our prisoner.
 ''Thank you. Whats in that bundle on his hackf''
 I opened it. Several skins dropped out. Joe examined them. "AH got SaIly's mark on,'' he said. ''Say. MT. Quaritch. let me introduce you to a pretty mean thief.''
 I noticed that Joe took our prisoner along at a good pace toward Lavette- After mile or two, however, he asked me to go ahead and if I met with AIra. Rone to make her wait his arrival, but he added in an aside, ''TeH her noth- ing about Sylvester. g
 reached the village soon after dawn, but already the people were gathered at the store. where every one was discussing the case.
 As I heard nothin9 Of Mrs Rome. ! set out toward her house When ! met her noticed that her gentle Iaca wore a changed expression. deliv- cred my message.
 FtI'n never speak to November again as long as I lfver' she said with deep vindictiveness. "November's played double, with me. I'll show him!''
 tT0 Bo Continued