The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-02-23

lurching to a halt and the sonorous
accents Of Seneca Urine were salutine
her:
Judith! You here What the DEVIL
Where've ye been? Where are Mario
plat and Jimmy?"
Digging the nails of her fingers pain
fully into her palms, she breathed
deep, fighting down hysteria, reassert-
ing her self-control in so short a space
of time that her father failed to ap-
preciate that there was anything I'M
common in the mind of the girl
"Where?' he demanded angrily as
she approached the car, where,
want to know, are Marrophat and jim
my? Haven't you seen or heard any
thing of them? They left me at six
o'clock this morning, to go after"
Dead" the girl interrupted, SEN
tentious, cycling him strangely.
81 don't believe it," the old man
screamed, aghast. 81 won't believe it..
You're lying to me, you jade! You're
lying"
Il am not" she broke in coldly. Il
am telling you the plain truth :.
They followed us all morning in that
red racer, firing at us all the while.
Finally they caught up with us here,
about noon-came up this road shoot
ing over the windshield 1t was our
lives or theirs. We turned the hydrau-
lie stream on them and washed the car
over the cliff. If you don't believe
me, get somebody to show you their
faces"
She indicated with gesture two
forms that lay at little distance
back from the roadside, motionless
beneath sheet of canvas-the bodies
of Trine's creatures, recovered by the
mining gang and brought up for a
Christian burial
But Urine required no more confirm
alton of Judith's word. The light
flickered and died in his evil old eyes;
his stricken countenance assumed
hue of pallor even more intense than
was normal with it; a broken curse
issued from his trembling, thin, old
lips; and his chin sagged to his chest,
heavy-weighted with despair that fol-
lowed realization Of the fact that he
no longer owned even one friend or
creature upon whose constituencies
loyalty he might depend.
The last bitter drop that brimmed
his cup of misery was added when
Alan Law himself appeared, leaving
the miners cabin in company with
his betrothed-Ros9 now soothed and
smiling through the traces
of her recent tears as she chung to
her lover, nesting in the hollow of
his arm.
To Alan, on the other hand, this
rencontre seemed to afford nothing
but the pleasantest surprise imagin-
able.
well" he cried, releasing Rose
and running down to the car. Here's
luck And at the very moment when
| was calling my lucky star hard
How can ever reward your
thoughtfulness, Mr.. Urine? 1t beats
ne how you do keep track of me this
way-nappening along like this every
time l need car the worst way in
The world"
Drive on" Urine screamed to the
chauffeur. Drive on, do you hear?"
But Judith had stepped up on the
running board and was cycling the
driver coldly, with one hand signifi-
,antly resting on the butt of the
weapon at her side. The car remained
1t standstill.
Sulphurous profanity followed, a
stream Of vituperation that
vas checked only by Judith's inter-
upton: We've had to gag you once
before, you know. If you want another
aste Of that-keep on"
"But where's Barcus?" Judith de-
handed when, after helping Rose into
he car and running off to thank their
losts, Alan returned alone to the car.
Goodness only knows the young
nan answered cheerfully. HE would
INSIST on rambling off down the can
ION in search of an alleged town
where we could hire motor car
down there. tried to
make him understand that we had
,lenty of time, but he was mulish as
le generally is when he gets a foolish
lotion into his head. So l daresay
veil meet him on his way back-or
lse asleep somewhere by the road
ide!"
Taking the seat next to the chauf-
eur, he gave the word to drive on;
nd they slipped away from the loca-
ion Of the mining camp, saluted by
beers from the miners.
The road dipped sharply down the
to the bed of the canyon.
he car moved smoothly and swiftly,
casting: only now and then was it
ecessary to call upon the engine for
over with which to negotiate an up
rade or some uncommonly long
tretch Of level road
Halt an hour passed without word
poken by any member of the party. |
ZACH was deep in his or her own es-
ecial preoccupation: Alan turning
yer plans for an early wedding; Rose