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The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

A meeting Of Alona chapter 80 G.
o. E. s.. will be held Tuesday. March
1S. Initiation will be held and q
special st. Patrick's entertainment
has been prepared. A jolly time Is as.
sured.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

In City fSum EOst.
Mrs. N. A. Brewer Of Fort klamath
came down yesterday to the Falls.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

Pine Grove Farmer Here.
Chas. Adams. . farmer Of the Pine
Grove district. b IN town today on
business.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

esoes to Nesrtll.
Father Mafshall Of Sacred Heart
church of this city. left this morning
for Merrill.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12
About People You Know

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In City Ffum Fort.
Mrs. N. A. Brewer of Fort klamath
came down yesterday to the Falls.
In from tlse Grove.
J. L. Trammel. Pine Grove farmer,
was busineas caller In town today.
Pine Grove Farmer Here.
Chas. Adams. . farmer of the Pine
Grove district. b In town today on
business.
esoes 10 Nesrill.
Father Aasshall Of Sacred Heart
church Of this city. left this morning
for Merrill.
Returns Ffoa Wasllingt0a.
Mn. \. ". Marple q this city. who
has been Waiting in washington. re-
turned hoDe lase night.
nnek Ffoa Califognia.
J. Frank Adams. prominent local
stockman. has returned from . busi- |
neo trip 10 California points.
naek Ehs0 CAlGoss1as.
p. L. Foantain Of this city returned !
last night froa California points.
where hs has been spending the win
ter.
Hnek Ets0 valley.
1rs. George R. Hurn has returned
from Eugeae. whore she spent several !
weeks Visiting her son. Ralph. who Is ,
attending tie university.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

In from the Grove.
J. L. Trammel. Pine Grove farmer,
wac businees caller In town today.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

J. Frank Adans prominent local
stockman. has returned from q bust
ne0 trip 10 California points.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

P. L. roantain Of this city returned
last night froa California points.
where hs has been spending the win
ter.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12
Returns to Aeeucy.

RETURNS to Aeeacy.
J. H. Shuts. Of the government
service o. the klamath Indian reser.
walton. returned home today after
speading the week end in this city.
The evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942, 1917-03-12

(icuo % Foet Klauaih.
Glenn Bsals Of the Western Trans
fer company Of this city. left this
nernte1 - the Chiloquin train for
Fort HlAmath on business.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16
The Lone Star Ranger
A Fine Tale of the Open Country BY ZANE GREY

to- won't" Duane replied, perplex-
ed and stubborn.
"But you must. It's the only safe
way. They won't come here"
Suppose they should? It's an even
chance Longstreth III search every
they found me here l couldn't start
fight. You might be hurt. Then
the fact of my being here"
Duane did not finish what he meant,
door. White of face and dark Of eye,
she took hold of him to detain him.
She was as strong and supple as
panther. But she need not have been
either resolute or strong, for the clasp
of her hand was enough to make
Duane weak.
up yet, Ray?" came Longstreth's
clear voice, too strained, too eager to
be natural.
"No. I'm in bed reading. Good
night" instantly replied Miss Long
streth, so calmly and naturally that
Duane marveled at the difference be-
tween man and woman. Then she
motioned for Duane to hide in the
closet. He slipped in, but the door
would not close altogether.
"Are you alone?" went on Long
streth's penetrating voice.
EYES," she replied. Ruth went to
bed"
The door swung inward with swift
scrape and jar. Longstreth half en-
tered, haggard, flaming-eyed. Behind
him Duane saw Lawson, and indiS-
tinctly another man.
Longstreth barred Lawson from en-
tering, which action showed control as
well as distrust. He wanted to see
into the room. When he had glanced
around he went out and closed the
door.
Then what seemed long interval
ensued. The house grew silent once
more. Duane could not see Miss
Longstreth, but he heard her quick
breathing.
Presently he pushed open the closet
door and stepped forth. Miss Long
streth had her head lowered upon her
arms and appeared to be in distress.
At his touch she raised a quivering
face.
81 think I can 60 now-safely," he
whispered.
go then, if you must, but you may
stay till you're safe" she replied.
"T-I couldn't thank you enough.
It's been hard on me-this finding
out-and you his daughter. 1 feel
strange. I don't understand myself
well. But l want you to know-if I
were not an outlaw-a ranger-Pd lay
my life at your feet"
ooh! You have seen $3.50 little
of me-" she faltered.
"All the same it's true. And that
makes me feel more the trouble my
coming caused you"
"You will not fight my father?"
"Not If / can help it. I'm trying
to get out Of the way"
"But you spied upon him."
II am q ranger, Miss Longstreth."
"And oh am rustler's daughter
she cried. "That's so much more ter
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16

up on the dusty horses, and halted
in bunch before the tavern. The
party consisted about twenty men, all
heavily armed, and evidently in
charge of a clean-cut, lean-lmbed
cowboy. Duane experienced consider
able satisfaction at the absence of the
sheriff who he had understood was
to lead the posse. Perhaps he was
out in another direction with q differ
ent force.
Hello, Jim Fletcher" called the
cowboy.
"Howdy," replied Fletcher.
At this short, dry response and the
way he strobe leisurely out before the
posse Duane found himself modifying
his contempt for Fletcher. The out
law was different now.
"Fletcher, we've tracked man to
all but three miles of this place.
Tracks as plain as the nose on your
face. Found his camp. Then he hit
into the brush, an we lost the trail.
Didn't have no tracker with us. Think
he went into the mountains. But
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16
CHAPTER XIII.

Again inaction and suspense drag
ged at Duane's spirit.
But one day there were signs Of the
long quiet of Ord being broken. A
messenger strange to Duane rode in
on q secret mission that had to do
with Fletcher. Duane was present in
the tavern when the fellow arrived
saw the few words whispered, but did
not hear them. Fletcher turned white
with anger or fear, perhaps both, and
he cursed like q mailman. The mes
senger rode away off to the west.
This west mystified and fascinated
Duane as much as the south beyond
Mount Ord. After the messenger left
Fletcher grew silent and surly. 1t
became clear now that the other out
laws of the camp feared him. kept
out of his way. Duane let him Alone.
yet closely watched him.
Perhaps an hour after the mesSen-
ger had left, not longer, Fletcher man
| ifestly arrived at some decision, and
| he called for his horse. Then he
went to his shack and returned. To
Duane the outlaw looked in shape both
to ride and to fight. He gave orders
for the men in camp to keep close
until he returned. Then he mounted.
"Come here. Dodge" he called.
Duane went up and laid hand on
the pommel of the saddle. Fletcher
walked his horse, with Duane beside
him, till they reached the log bridge,
when he halted.
dodge, I'm in bad with Knell," he
said. "An' it pears I'm the cause Of
friction between Knell an Peggy.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16

him. The instant she betrayed the
secret Duane realized perfectly that
he loved her. The emotion was like
great flood.
"Miss Longstreth, all this seems so
unbelievable" he whispered. "Chesel-
dine is a rustler chief I've come out
here to get. He's only name. Your
father is the real man. I've sworn
to get him. I'm bound by more than
law or oaths. l can't break what
binds me. And I must disgrace YOU
wreck your life! Why, Miss Long
streth, believe II love you. It's
all come in a rush. I'd die for you
if could. How fatal-terrible-
is! How things work out"
She slipped to her knees, with her
hands on his.
"You won't kill him?" she implored.
eff you care for me-you won't kill
him."
"No. That I promise you"
With low moan she dropped her
head upon the bed.
Duane opened the door and stealth
| lily stole out through the corridor to
the court. But long after he had
tramped out into the open there was
lump in his throat and an ache in
| his breast.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16

was bursting hell. But Poggn loys0
a horse. He never loved anything
else. He could be won with that
black horse Bullet. Cheseldine was
already won by Duane's monumental
nerve; otherwise he would have killed
Duane.
Little by little the next few days
Duane learned the points he lsnged
to know and how indelibly they etch-
ed themselves in his memory! Caesel-
dimes hiding-place was on the far
slope of Mount Ord, in a deep. high
walled valley. He always went there.
just before Il contemplated job, where
he met and planned with his lieuten-
ants. Then while they executed he
basked in the sunshine before one or
another of the public places he owned.
He was there in the Ord den now,
getting ready to plan the biggest job
yet. 1t was bank-robbery but
where, Fletcher had not as yet been
advised.
Then when Duane had pumped the
~" OuIld" VI
pertaining to the present he gathered
data and facts and places covering
period Of ten years Fletcher had been
with Cheseldine. And herewith was,
unfolded a history so dark in its
bloody regime. so incredible In its
brazen daring so appalling In Its proof
Of the outlaws sweep and grasp of
the country from Pecos to Rio Grande,
that Duane was stunned. Compared
to this Cheseldine of the Big Bend,
| to this rancher, stock-buyer, cattle
Spectator, property-holder, all the
| outlaws Duane had ever known sank
into insgniticance. The power Of the
man stunned Duane; the strange
fidelity given him stunned Duane; the
intricate inside working of his great
| system was equally stunning. But
when Duane recovered from that the
old terrible passion to kill consumed
him, and it ragged fiercely and it could
not be checked. If that red-handed
Poggin, if that cold-eyed, dead-faced
Knell had only been at Ord! But
they were not, and Duane with help
of time got what he hoped was the
upper hand of himself.~
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16
Fletcher and Others Saw Him.

we took chance an rid over the rest
of the way, SEEM Ord was so close.
Anybody come in here late last night
or early this mornin'?"
"Nope," replied Fletcher.
His response was what Duane had
expected from his manner, and evil
IDENTIFY the cowboy took 1t as a matter
of course. He turned to the others
of the posse, entering into low con-
sultation. Evidently there was differ
ence Of opinion, if not real dissension,
in that posse.
"Didn't I tell We this was a Wild
goose chase, comm way out here?'
protested an old hawk-faced rancher.
"Them boss tracks we follored amt
| like any Of them we seen at the
water-tank where the train was held
up"
"I'm not sure Of that" replied the
| leader.
oval, Guthrie, I've follored tracks
all my life"
"But you couldn't keep to the trail
this Teller made in the brush"
"Gimme time, an I could. Tibet
takes time. An heah you go hell-bent
for election! But it's wrong lead
out this way. If you're right, this
road-agent, after he killed his pals,
would hev rid back right through town.
An with them mailbags! Supposin
they was greasers? Some greasers
has sense, an when 1t comes to thlev.
in they're shore cute"
"But we amt got any reason to be-
lieve this robber who murdered the
greasers is q greaser himself. l tell
you it was a slick job, done by nc
ordinary sneak. Didn't you hear the
facts? One greaser hoped the engine
an covered the engineer an fireman
Another greaser kept fiashin' his CUR
outside the train. The big man who
showed back the car door an did the
killin'-he was the real gent, an DOM
you forget it."
Some of the posse sided with the
cowboy leader and some with the old
cattleman. Finally the young leader
disgustedly gathered up his bride.
saw, hell Tibet sheriff showed you
off this trail. Mebbe he he'd reason
Savvy tibet? If he'd bunch of cow
boys withSme-I tell you what, I'd take
chance and clean up this holew
All the while Jim Fletcher stood
quietly with his hands in his pockets
Guthrie, I'm shore treasurin' Ut
your friendly talk" he said. The
menace was in the tone, not the con
tent Of his speech.
"You can-an' be damned to you
Fletcher" called Guthrie, as the
horses started.
Fletcher, standing out alone before
the others of his clan, watched the
posse out of sight.
Luck fer you-all tibet Peggy WASH
here" he said, as they disappeared
Then with thoughtful mien hi
strobe up on the porch and led Duane
away from the others into the bar
room. When he looked into Duane:
face 1t was somehow an entirely
changed scrutiny
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16
CHAPTER Xx-Continued.

Just at that moment Duane felt
an almost inappreciable movement Of
the adobe wall which supported him.
He could scarcely credit his senses.
But the rattle inside Longstreth's
room was mingling with little dull
thuds of falling dirt. The adobe wall,
merely dried mud, was crumbling..
Duane distinctly felt a tremor pass
through it. Then the blood gushed
back to his heart.
"What in the HE'LL" exclaimed
Longstreth.
II smell DUST" said Lawson, sharp
Iy.
That was a signal for Duane to
drop down from his perch, yet de-
spite his care he made noise.
did you hear a step?" queried
Longstreth.
No one answered. But q heavy
piece Of the adobe wall fell with a
thud. Duane heard it crack, felt it
shake.
There's somebody between the
walls!" Numbered Longstreth.
Then a section of the wall fell in
ward with crash. Duane began to
squeeze his body through the narrow
passage toward the patio.
"Hear him." yelled Lawson. "This
sidew
mo, he's going that way" yelled
Longstreth
The tramp OF heavy boots lent
Duane the strength of desperation.
He was not Sinking a fight, but to
be cornered like trapped coyote was
another matter. He almost tore his
clothes off in that passage. The dust
nearly stifed him. When he burst in
to the patio it was not an instant too
soon. But one deep gasp Of breath
revived him and he was up, gun in
hand. running for the outlet into the
court. Humping footsteps turned him
back. While there was a chance to
get away he did not want to fight.
He thought he heard someone run
ming into the patio from the other end.
He stole along and coming to door,
without any idea of where it might
lead, he softly pushed it open little
way and slipped in.
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16
"God Almighty! You 6raced the"

Knell never had any use fer me, but
Poggy's been square, If not friendly
The boss had big deal on, an here
it's been held up because of this
scrap. He's waitin' over there on the
mountain to give orders to Knell or
Peggy, an neither ones shown up.
I've got to stand in the breach, an
I amt enjoyin' the prospects"
"What's the trouble about, JimT'
asked Duane.
Reckon it's a little about you,
Dodge" said Fletcher, dryly. "Knell
hadn't any use fer you tibet day.
Knell claims to know somethin' about
you that III make both the boss an
Peggy sick when he springs 1t. But
he's keepln' quiet. Hard man to fig
ger, tibet Knell. Reckon you'd better
go back to Bradford fer a day VI so,
then camp out here till I come back"
"WhyT
CTo BE coNTNuEDS
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16
CHAPTER XXI.

A low cry greeted Duane. The
room was light. He saw Ray Long
streth sitting on her bed In her dress
lng-gown. With a warning gesture to
her to be silent he turned to close the
door. 1t was a heavy door without
bolt or bar, and when Duane had shut
1t he felt safe only for the moment.
Then he gazed around the room.
There was one window with blind
closely drawn. He listened and SEEM
ed to hear footsteps retreating, dying
away.
Then Duane turned to Miss Long
streth. She had slipped off the bed,
half to her knees, and was holding out
trembling hands. She was as white
as the pillow of her bed. She was
terribly frightened. Again with warn
ing hand commanding silence, Duane
stepped softly forward, meaning to
reaSsure her.
"Oh!" she whispered wildly; and
Duane thought she was going to faint.
When he got close and looked into
her eyes he understood the strange,
dark expression in them. She was
terrified because she believed he
meant to kill her, or do worse, prob
ably worse. Duane realized he must
have looked pretty hard and fierce
bursting into her room with that big
gun in hand.
The way she searched Duane's face
with doubtful, fearful eyes hurt him.
Listen. / didn't know this was
your room. I came here to get away
to save my life. l was pursued.
was spying on your father and his
men. They heard me, but did not see
me. They don't know who was listen
Ing. They're after me now"
Her eyes changed from blank CULTS
to dilating, shadowing, quickening
windows Of thought.
Then she stood up and faced Duane
with the fire and intelligence Of 6
woman in her eyes.
"Tell me now. You were spying or
my fatherT"
Briefly Duane told her what had
happened before he entered her room
not emitting a terse word as to the
character of the men he had watched
"Afy God! So it's that? I knew
something was terribly wrong here
with him-with the place-the people
And right off I hated Floyd Lawson
Oh, 1t III kill me if-if- It's so much
worse than / dreamed. What shall
I do?
The sound Of soft steps somewhere
near distracted Duane's attention
reminded him of her peril, and now
what counted more with him, made
clear the probability of being discover
ed In her room.
"I'll have to get out of here,
whispered Duane.
"Wait," she replied. didn't yol
say they were hunting for your"
"They sure are" he returned, grim
ly.
"Oh, then you mustn't go. The,
might shoot you. Stay. If we hea
them you can hide. I'll turn out tn
light. I'll meet them at the door
You can trust me. Wait till all quiet
down, If we have to wait till morn
ing. Then Eou can slip out"
~ oughtn't to stay. / don't wan
Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1917-02-16

rible than I'd suspected. 1t was
tricky cattle deals l imagined he was
engaged in. But only tonight I had
srong suspicious aroused"
"How? Tell me-"
81 overheard Floyd say that men
were coming tonight to arrange a
meeting for my father at rendezvous
near Ord. Father did not want to go.
Floyd tainted him with name,"
"What name?" queried Duane.
at was Cheseldine."
"Cheseldine! My God! Miss Long
streth, why did you tell me thatT
"What difference does that maker
"Your father and Cheseldine are one
and the same" whispered Duane,
hoarsely.
II gathered so much myself" she re-
piled, miserably. "But Longstreth is
fathers real name"
Duane felt so stunned that he could
not speak at once. 1t was the girls
part in this tragedy that weakened
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