The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-11-20

room she had been occupying for
some time, and entered the living
room.
Under your kind care" she said to
Mrs Hardin, her hostess-and in her
tone was the slightest foreign accent
81 am SO well again, that 1 must
leave YOU"
She paused. Joe Welcher pushed
open the door and slouched into the
room. Inez Castro glanced at him Sc
.ductively from under her long lashss
and went on.
with the aid of Mr.. Joey Welcher.'
she proceeded, II have consulted time
tables, and l find very good connec-
tons on the next train"
+ She opened her handbag, and took
out bills. And" she added. Il insist
on paying board"
Mrs. Hardin held up her hand. Miss
Courtier," she returned, II can't think
OF it. You have taken what we call
pOt-luck with us. You have been
friendly with US, and hope we have
been friendly with you"
Inez smiled and shrugged her pretty
shoulders. She glanced casually at
Joe Welcher. She slightly raised her
eyebrows-she watched Joey as a cat
watches q mouse. And Joe-he was
watching something, too-the cash
that Inez was holding in her hand.
Inez groaned suddenly and put out her
hand
Stupid" she said, II have forgot.
My outer bandage. ! must return
She returned the money to her hand
Then she left the room and went up
stairs. Mrs. Hardin, Welcher's foster
mother, shifted the air
There's something burning in the
kitchen, Joey" she exclaimed, IF Miss
Courtier comes down I'll be right
back" She, too, disappeared. And
joey easy-money Joey Welcher, was
left alone with the handbag and the
bills Joey listened for an instant,
then tiptoed forward, seized the
handbag and drew forth the roll
of bills. He needed money badly-he
had to pay debt of honor, which
means gambling debt. He opened
the roll of bills and peeled off few
where their absence would least be
noted, and then restored the balance
Of the bills to the handbag -thrusting
his share into his pocket.
Inez Castro, seated halfway up the
stairs. watching through an inch OF
open doorway, smiled to herself. Then
she tripped bit noisily, and irregu-
larly-to show her limp-down the
stairs and glided gracefully into the
room. Joe lit a cigarette and watched
her. He was nervous, but game. He
watched her closely. She took up her
bag and once again took out the bills
my charming hostess" she ex-
claimed, where should she be-"
"She should be here, said Joey, |
evading her glance. wait bit, III
get her. s,ge
He got her, and Inez resumed her
former conversation-onco more in
sisting upon payment for her board.
Her offer was quite as mistakenly de-
,lined She sighed prettily and clicked
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With unmistakable relief. She turned
o him.
"The one-horse vehicle?" she asked.
Outside" said Welcher, offering his
lrm, boys ready-time that you were
IT,"
Once at the station Inez bought
ichet for New York. But when the
rain-a local drew up at Lonesome
yove, three miles north Of Seaport,
nez dropped off the rear platform of
he last car, and waited on the far
ide OF the track until the train was
ut of sight There was no station at
lonesome Cove merely shed. Swift
= Inez crossed the track and passed
his station and then sped on down
oward the shore She reached mar
ov strip OF beach, stepped down to
he waters edge, and looked about
er. Suddenly she saw what she was
boxing fora bandanna handkerchief
hrust above a clump of bushes On
be sea side of this clump of bushes
nd sauntered gracefully toward this
ock, and composed herself - also
racefully-in the shadow of the rock.
efore doing SO she 'peered into the
ushes, noted the presence there Of
Tree shadowy figures, and nodded
lightly, In recognition. A man with a ! ,
,reign accent spoke.
"What progress?" he queried anx.
'usly. y
BEST in the world she answered,
We have new recruit"
She changed her position A man
trust his head and face for q mo-
ent out of the bushes-a face across
hich was q saber cut; livid scar.
or moment, with their heads to-
sther, the two whispered. The man
It'll q scowl Of satisfaction, finally !
ithdrew his head. Inez rose to her
et and looked about her. II
where is this Lonesome Cave Inn,
len?" she queried. !
Half mile farther up the. beach
How the shore line-turn in 1T tho !
,ve Follow the water line-it takes