Cleveland County herald., 1919-06-12

necessary to put on this hat, of course, but l did it simply to make the char acter complete. I might just as well make beds and clean washstands in q picture hat as in a low-necked gown, so here I am."
 She was tall, pleasant-faced girl of twenty-three or four, not unlike her father in many respects.
 T am very sorry." he said lamely. T have heard something of your mis- fortunes from your father and-the others. 1ts-it's really hard luck''
 q call it rather good luck to have got away with the only dress in the lot that cost more than tuppence," she said, smiling again. Lord knows what would have happened to me if they had dropped down on us at the end of the first act. was the beggar's daugh- ter, you see-absolutely in rags. Glad to have met you. I think you'll find everything nearly all right. Good night, sir"
 She closed the door behind her, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, perpleXed but amused.
 "By George he said to himself, still staring at the closed door, they're wonders, all of them. I wish I could do something to help them out of" He sat down abruptly on the edge of the bed and pulled his wallet from his pocket. He set about counting the bills calculating frown in his eyes. Then he stared at the ceiling, sum- ming up. 'I'll do it." lie said, after a moment of mental figuring. He told off a half dozen bills and slipped them into his pocket. The wallet sought it's usual resting place for the night: Un der a pillow.
 He was healthy and he was tired. Two minutes after his head touched the pillow he was sound asleep.
 He was aroused shortly after mid- night by shouts, apparently just out side his window. A man was calling in loud voice from the road below; an instant later he heard a tremendous pounding on the tavern door.
 Springing out of bed, he rushed to the window. There were horses in front of the houSe-Several of them and men on foot moving like shadows among them.
 Turning from the window, he un- locked and opened the door into the hall. Some one was clattering down the narrow staircase. The bolts on the front door shot back with resound- ing force and there came the hoarse tumble of excited voices as men crowd ed through the entrance. Putnam Jones' voice rose above the glamour.
 "Keep quiet Do you want to wake everybody on the place?" he was say ing angrily. "What's up? This is fine time O night to be Good Lord Whats the matter with him?'
 Telephone for a doctor, Put-damn' quick! This one's still alive. The other one is dead as a door nail up at Jim Conley's house. Git ole Doc James down from Saint Liz. Bring him in here, boys. Where's your light? Easy now Eas-ee!"
 Barnes waited to hear no more. His blood seemed to be running ice cold as he retreated into the room and be- gan scrambling for his clothes. The thing he feared had come to pass. Dis aster had overtaken her in that wild, senseless dash up the mountain road. He was cursing half aloud as he dressed, cursing the fool who drove that machine and who now was per haps dying down there in the taproom. 1.-The other one is dead as a door nail" kept running through his head-"the l other one."
 A dozen men were in the taproom, l gathered around two tables that had been drawn together. The men about