The Sentinel=record., 1914-11-29
Continued From Last Sunday)
CHAPTER XLVlI.
The Last Warninu.

The Last Warning.
 In the chill, violet-shadowed dusk of that clear evening, a chapfallen motor car crept sluggishly into the little mountain town of Mesquite at the heels of two mutinous mules. driv. or by a chauffeur who steered with che hand while the other fourished a cracking whip-lash over the backs of it's sole motive power
 It's one passenger a cripple as help less as the car itself huddled in a corner of the rear seat, saluted Mes quite with a snarl. Though he was in sore need of such rude comforts as the town stood prepared to afford him, his demeanor toward it was that of one who suffers an indignity rather than begs accommodation.
 And now, as the car crawled to pause before the Mountain house Mosquitoes one caravanserai-and Mesquite itself. to the last fiea-bitten hound. gathered round to view this wonder. MT Trine's indignation and chagrin distilled words of poisonous import
 Far from resenting this Mesquite. pipe in mouth, hands in pockets. ad- mired and appauded, and rather re- sented the change that befell when two other strangers (whose earlier ap- pearance in town had helped make that one day memorable beyond all others in Mosquitoes history charged out of the Mountain house and inter- rupted the elder devil with cries of greeting and iubilation
 The leader of these answered to the name of Marrophat, his companion was a person named Jimmy Mes quite acquiref&this information through paying close attention to the substance of their communications with the cripple More than this. how ever. it learned little Something seemed 10 have been accomplished by the two, something that was highly gratifying to Seneca Trine for he was chuckling almost mirthfully when lifted from the car and carried into the hotel
 What passed between the trio after they disappeared behind that bed chamber door Mesquite could by no means guess. But that a celebration of some sort was in progress was evil denced by the frequency with which Marrophat and Jimmy called on the bar for more liquid refreshment
 And toward midnight one belated Mosquito paused in the street outside the Mountain house for one last curi- ous stare at the lighted windows of Mir Trine's quarters.
 He saw. clearly silhouetted against the glowing oblong of the window, the Mephistophelean profile of Seneca Trine, distorted with a grimace of the crueest joy that ever heart of man conceived. He saw Marrophat ap- proach his master with drunken swagcer and a speech which, though indistnguishable to the unseen au- ditor. unquestionably afforded both of the other men ample excuse for ec. static glee Toward its conclusion MT Marrophat apparently capped the peak of jubilation by fumbling in his coat pocket and bringing forth some thing which strongly resembled a sin gle playing card
 Now when he had contrived to master his mirth. the cripple made a gesture which eloquently abolished this card a gesture which said quite plainly: All that is finished. The thing has served it's purpose! To hell with it!"
 Whereupon, with a smart jerk of his wrist MT Marrophat sent the card spinning and sailing out through the open window to lose itself in the night.
 The watcher didn't see it fall, and though he spent an unconscionable time searching for it in the deep dust