Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1919-09-12
HIS DISCOVERY
BY JACK LAYTON.

snordon the rain-soaked runabout and
seak shelter In the old vacated house
.,,mnsed through surrounding trees.
10 made dash for II and was re.
warded by dry space on the veranda.
through a French window he could
40 low ceilinged room. He put his
hand to the window sash and 1t
slipped upward at his touch.
Ensconced In the reclining chair,
ha III cigar, drew a newspaper from
his pocket, and proceeded to make
tha hest of the situation. The storm
not relentng in force. the busy man
n affairs lay and dreamed as he was
not permitted to dream In the life
which hurried. And the dream car
r,ed him back to boyhood days to
,ow.ceiInged room with freight flick
ering against its panels, room peo-
Mad with those who were gone
de remembered, too, youthful
dream, of woman to be, who should
An his mothers place and make for
him the sort Of home his father knew
Hotel apartments satisfied his home
need. or he had thought the want sat
,sAed until storm clouds had driven
him TO this haven, and the enforced in
action In the silent room brought back
10 him strangely his memories.
He decided to remain longer Time
could not make the situation worse, it
might make it better. SO he folded his
paper and lighted second cigar,
muslng over brief article he had read
concerning a set of desperate poachers
who were supposed to be located some
where In this vicinity. Their secret
Mace of residence wes said to be
stacked with stolen spoils. Sheriff and
troopers had been unsuccessful In
their capture, and the amazing thing
about 1t all was the fact that their
reconnoitering scout was woman.
An innocent appearing girl, the article
said, entirely allaying suspicion"
Brant thought he would like to meet
this girl; he thought that he would
enjoy a part in bringing the creature
to Justice. And as he reflected, a
seeming panel in the wall slipped back
before his eyes and in the reflected
light from a further room he saw
girl framed in the opening.
The first thing that he noticed about
the girl was that she deliberately
aimed q revolver in his direction. aud
the second thing was her rare beauty.
The startling part of the adventure to
him was the fact that the girl was re-
markably like the woman of his
dreams, like the ideal woman in his
picture of home. The woman pointed
a revolver now at his heart.
4 had made up my mind to ask you
to go quickly" she said, "but 1t may
be safer to keep you here, you might
come back again at time when l am
not prepared. There is a windowless
closet at your right; step in there d.
rectly, please, so that may lock the
door,"
He was, In her eyes. of course, an
agent to bring her companions to JUS
ice. AS he looked again into the
girls purposeful eyes. Brant consid
cred 1t best to pretend prompt obedi-
ence to her command. If, in some
way he might outwit her. he would
De able to find the solution of the diff
iculty.
After that one glance he was,
strangely enough. not eager to bring
tne girl to punishment. She was, lie
rejected sayagely, but a tool In the
hands OF the desperadoes who DOM
ihated her. Then with sudden daring
Drant rushed across the floor In the
darkness and caught the girl off
guard, dashing the pistol from her
neryeless hand. Firmly he held her
IN MS arms, until in the pickering light
IRON the farther room he saw terror
salher and grow in her eyes, then with
low, sobbing breath, the girl tainted
sgainst his own fast throbbing heart.
When he carried her through the
uoof panel into the lighted room he
'ouhd there sort of compact living
apartment, kitchen utensils, an oil
s.oVe, dresser, cot bed. And near
me widest window some half finished
sAetches, paint brushes close by. The
lively girl at last opened her trembling
eyelids.
! Know" she breathed, "you are
vne OF those horrible poachers-hid-
sen near here. | read 1t In the paper.
20. out my revolver when | saw you
.one through the window. Then l
nought Ia better take the advantage.
I've never fired-a--revolver-
was afraid. I'm NOT as brave as
-, u'ought-if you will go away-qulckly.
promise-not to give information"
ureat Scott!" cried Brant. "Im
~ a poacher-girl I'm the man who
WINS mis- hOuse-used to live here
nnen ! was kid. Can't bear to sell
Nv ola place, always hoping to have
y, ased up some day--for my home.
= pa' now did YOU happen to be here"
mused perplexedly.
= "hy" murmured the lovely girl.
:, 80 color came flooding back to her
~" = am tie poacher, / guess. after