The daily star-mirror., 1915-02-13
Copyright, 1914. BY
Continued From Last Monday
CHAPTER XVII.
The Last Warming.


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-
en- by a chauffeur who steered with
one hand while the other flourished
a cracking whip-lash over the backs
of its 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 a
pause before the Mountain house
Mosquitoes one caravanserai-and
Mesquite itself, to the last flea-bitten
hound, gathered round to view this
wonder, Mr.. Trine's indignation and
chagrin distilled words of poisonous
import.
Far from resenting this, Mesquite,
pipe in mouth, hands in pockets, ad-
mired and applauded, 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 jubilation.
The leader Of these answered to the
name of Marrophat; his companion
was person named Jimmy. Mes
quite acquired 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 to 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 celebration
of some sort was in progress was evi-
denced by the frequency with which
Marrophat and Jimmy called on the
bar for more liquid refreshment.
And toward midnight one belated
Mesquite paused in the street outside
the Mountain house for one last curl
Gus stare at the lighted windows OF
Mr.. Trines quarters.
He saw, clearly silhouetted against
the glowing oblong of the window, the
Mephistophelean profile Of Seneca
Trine, distorted with a grimace of the
cruelest joy that ever heart Of man
conceived. He saw Marrophat ap-
proach his master with a drunken
swagger and a speech which, though
ndistinguishable to the unseen au-
ditor, unquestionably afforded both Of
the other men ample excuse for &C.
static glee. Toward it's conclusion
Mr. Marrophat apparently capped the
peak of jubilation by fumbling in his
coat pocket and bringing forth some
thing which strongly resembled sin
gle playing card.
Now when he had contrived to
master his mirth, the cripple made
gesture which eloquently abolished /
this card, a gesture which said quite
plainly: "All that is finished. The
thing has served its purpose! To
hell with it,"
Whereupon, with smart jerk Of his
wrist, Mr.. Marrophat sent the card !
spinning and sailing out through the
,pen window to lose itself in the night.
The watcher didn't see it fall, and
hough he spent an unconscionable
ime searching for it in the deep dust