Arizona republican., 1915-09-19

Indians. who in the British barrister's foggy mind still lurked in ambush in tho jungles of America, rather than betray Q Stanley of the blood.
 Blake not only gave the tirnid yet loyal lawyer a hint, he also give him a letter of introduction to John Powell" couched in guarded terms. So Marmaduke smythe departed for the veldt." as he expressed 1t, taking with him elephant rife, and a further incitation to the hunt the mounted deer head he had bought at the sheriT's sale at Stanley hall. Lawyer Smythe had shawl strap arrangement with which ne carried this incongruous object hand luggage with him all his 1ourneyings in barbarous America So highly had he come to esteem this trophy of the chase that by some strange mental process, wherein the wish was father to the thought. the English lawyer had como firmly to believe that the deer head he highly prized was actually the spoil of his own gun.
 "I figure 1t out this way" Smythe ex- plained to Blake. You remember I was in the wilds of Virginia twenty years ago7 I detrained in the dark amid the howls of savages and wild beasts. I fired my gun there was silence. The late Judge Stanley afterwards chaffed me about 1t, saving I had fired at frogs. But 1t Is very strange that I should not have noticed this deer head at Stanley hall at that time. It is
 
 the jungle I slew this stag. The carcass found by the natives. doubtless. and the head was mounted by Col. Stanley. I felt sure 1t belonged to me when I first saw 1t at the sale at Stanley hall some months ago So purchased 1t before you bought in the hall and everything else for this mysterious unknown client of yours"
 "I guess that's the way 1t was major" replied the quizzing detective.
 Look here chan I wish vou would not call me major. I at the bar, you know, and not in the army! Our family never went In for the army, you know"
 The detective smiled and shook hands with the lawyer and replied: Well I hear you call some kinds of English law yers sergeants. It's my mistake. major."
 So in due time Solicitor Smythe found himself with gun and deer head trophy in far Los Angeles. Always too late. my wordi" he exclaimed when informed that John Powell was at his far distant mining properties in another part of the state. " But shall follow him and kpock over some big game in the interim" he added.
 There ain't no big game in the interim" vouchsafed the office boy at the headQuar- ters of the Good Hope oil company. But there's big game in the mountains mister"
 "Quite so; quite sol" replied Marmaduke Smythe. and took his departure.
 Where passengers for the Lady Veronica mines aIlghted rom the train at a small and desolate way station daily stage conveyed them to the mines. thirty miles away up the rocky mountain passes
 There another passenger besides Smythe. who still carried his gun and the deer head trophy well his dress suit case. This passenger was a very pretty young woman in neat dark blue travelling costume Had Smythe a good memory for faces he might have recollected his fellow passenger young girl he had recently seen at Stanley hall
 But Esther recognized the lawyer and shrank back into her corner of the seat fin the somewhat dim interior of the rattle trap and battered old stage coach. Esther alone in the world and sore1y tried. sus- pected every one. after her experience with Blair and his mother and even the friendly though wishy-washy Mrs. Randolph. Her hope. her desire was to see Arthur. Now that he was rich and powerful she deter mined to be guided in her actions by Ar thurs reception of her. Was he much changed? Had success turned his head and