Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-12-21

Nothing much" said Kane, putting
his arm about him. "You had a bad
tall. That bridge never was any too
strong"
~Bridge" said Dorr. "The bridge is
Ioner'
Sure" said old Tom Kane easily,
whistfing to his burros again. "You
just come along with me-"
"But I haven't got my coat"
The cook looked at him with swift
understanding His coat had been in
the seat Of the machine and was burn.
ed. "Tll get you another coat when
we get back to camp" he said com
fortingly. So they progressed the long
and dusty road back to the Master
Ksy." It was dark when they ar
rived, and Kane was able to take his
daxed and much bruised charge into
the cook shanty without being observ-
ed by any of the miners. Dorr was
still but half conscious and willingly
submitted to being put to bed, though
he still protested that he wanted his
coat.
what do you want your coat forr'
demanded Kane.
John opened his eyes widely, for the
FIRST time cognizant of his surround
ings. Then he leaped from the bed
"All my money is in it!'
Tom Kane sat on the chair beside
him, dish towel in hand, as a sort of
emblem Of authority, and demanded in
60 Rx1l
thing else in the coat, John?" He bent
his white head as If to catch a whis-
per. Instead Dorr gave a raucous
shout:
There was that check from the
mint
81 saw you myself give that check to
Wilkerson," said the cook soothingly.
But that doesn't change matters any.
You've got to get to San Francisco,
and you're busted" Tom Kane pulled
out an old deerskin poke and from 1t
spilled on the table few hundred dol
lars.
"Just as soon as you get able, john"
he said huskily, you take this money
and get to Frisco. Find Ruth. That's
all that matters-find that little girl.
Hurry he whispered. "Wilkerson
is gone. He's been gone since mid
afternoon"
But am badly hurt" said John
stood that he must take desperate
measures.
Fifteen minutes later Dorr was
pounding down the road toward Silent
Valley. His head was roughly band
aged, his chest had been tightly strap
ped with the ripped woclen blanket,
and in his nostrils was the pungent
odor of ammonia. He was at last
awake and knew that in his pocket
was q thousand dollars in gold. An
hour later he boarded the Sunset ex-
press and automatically paid his fare,
bought his Pullman ticket and, not
withstanding the porter's earnest in
quiry as to his injuries, went to bed as
silently as he arrived in San Francisco
a day later.
Exultant in his triumph, Wilkerson
stif1ed the small voice of his conscience
and strobe on. One thought now mas
tered his every action-he must reach
San Francisco and Jean Darnell.
Jean Darnell. The woman who stir.
red him to the depths of his innermost
soul.
Jean Darnell and the Master Keyr'
Arrived at the station he sent her q
wire telling of his coming. Two min
utes later he was aboard the train. As
he gazed backward bend of the rails
drew a curtain to his musings, and he
turned and entered the car.
Upon their arrival in San Francisco
Mrs. Darnell acted upon her decision
made during the journey-that they
would stop at a less pretentious hotel
than the st. Francis, where the chances
OF her plans being spoiled by chance
meetings with the real Everett or per.
haps John Dorr were too great. And
SO they took a taxi to the Nanx.
A word with Drake and the older
woman stepped to the desk and in a
Arm, bold hand wrote:
MRS Darnell and daughter, New
York"
Quickly she turned TO Ruth and, fol
lowing the lead of the bellboy, escort
ed her toward the elevators.
No sooner had they removed their
wraps in the luxurious apartments than
a rap at the door interrupted their talk
"See who 1t is" commanded Mrs
Darnell to her maid.
The latter returned with a telegram
from Harry Wilkerson saying that he
was on his way and would join them
soon.
Wearied by the long trip across the
continent, Ruth was glad to retire ear.
ly, and shortly after the dinner hour
she was tucked in her bed and sleeping
Boundly.
Drake fastened to the depot and met
Wilkerson, driving him to the Manx
with all haste.
"I'm awfully glad to see you. Har-
ry." was the effusive greeting he re-
ceived from Jean.
His heart pounded with the joy OF It.!
After all his scheming and plotting
was worth while. He would win the
mine and the woman also.