South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-11-23

MISS a44lAus
The girls hands were clenched into
fists, white knuckles showing through
the flesh. You contemplate puppyl"
she snapped.
But on this her voice failed: for her
tyes travelled past the person OF Mr..
Marrophat to the doorway of the draw
ing room and found II framing a
stranger.
Excuse me. friends" he offered in
lazy, semi-humorous drawl. 1T pains
me considerable 20 butt in on this
happy family gathering. but business
is business, same as usual. and I got
TO asst you-all to please put up your
handsl"
What do you want?" the invalid de-
manded
Why" drawled the bandit, nothing
in particular-only your cash. Shell
out, if you please-gents all and the
lady, too" He ran an apDreciative
glance down the figure which Judiths
disguise revealed rather than con-
cealed. IF you'll pardon my takin'
matically to adjust the differences be
tween his daughter, Judith, and his
first lieutenant. Marrophat
Il was no facile task: MarrOphat
could not be trusted 10 work with "a
single mind because Of his infatuatiOn
for Judith Judith could no more be-
trusted faithfully to serve out her vow
TO bring Alan Law 10 her fathers feet.
alive or dead, because-O cruel irony
OF Fatel-she herself had fallen IL
love with that same man whose death
she had pledged herself TO compass.
Only when, as now. half mad with
jealousy determined 10 see Alan dead
rather than yield him TO the woman
he loved, her sister, might Judith be
counted upon to serve her father in
1 his lust for vengeance as he would be
/ served-and even so not without Mar
rophat at her elbow TO egg her on
/ through her resentment Of his suryeif.
/ lance. Neither could be trusted, in
/ deed, TO work alone TO the desired con-
summation; for Urine had secret rea-
son to fear lest Marrophat might.
/ given opportunity, connive at Alan's
Rose and so throw Judith back into
/ his, Marrophats, arms
Poor, deluded fool
/ Such was the private comment OF
Marrophat's master
/ For all that, ii was the man and not
/ his daughter, whom Urine designated
I to lead the expedition. cunningly
/ counting on Judith's chagrin to work
upon her passions and excite her 10
one last. mad, blind attempt that
should prove successful
Smiling his secret smile. Trine an
nounced his decision at the last mo-
ment, while Hopi Jim waited With mis-
horses and an assistant-one Texas
for whose utter innocence Of scruples
/ Mr.. Slade unhesitatingly vouched.
Sullenly submissive, at least in out
ward seeming, Judith bowed to this de-
cision, marched out OF the car, and
/ suffered Marrophat TO help her mount
her horse.
Now, deliberately, as the little caval-
cade rode through the moonlit desert
Give me a thousand on account" said
the other and a paper saying you'll
pay me nineteen thousand more in ex.
change for it and one dead man, prop
erly Identified as the one you want
signed by you-and your mans as
good as dead this minute. providing
he's in riding distance OF this here
car"
Urine waved his hand at his secre-
tary. Jimmy. find a thousand dollars
for this gentleman. Make out the
paper he indicates for the balance,
and I'll sign it."
Amt you powerful trustful. Mr..
Urine? How do you know I'll do any
thing mOre'n pocket that thousand and
fade delicately away"
/ MY daughter and this gentleman,
Mr.. Marrophat, will accompany YOU"
"Oh, that's the way OF it, is it?"
"Name?" interjected the secretary,
writing busily with the top OF his at
tache case for a desk.
"Slade," said the bandit, James
Slade.' Again Trine punctured the at
mOsphere with his index finger. The
! man whose lie / want Is named Alan
Law. He is running away with my
daughter, Rose, accompanied by a per-
son named Barcus, disguised as Pull
man porter"
The three OF them having recent
escaped from a train wreck up yonder
on the trestle?" Hopi Jim interposed.
You've met them" Judith demand
/ ed whirling round.
About an hour ago, or maybe an
hour and a half" Hopi jim replied, "a
good ways down the road They
stopped and asst where they coVld get
[ put up fer the night. I kindly directed
them on to Mesa, down in the Painted
hills yOnder.'
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