Arizona republican., 1919-11-29
1 Learn of the Awful Fate Another
 Met and Fear For Myself
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The stopping of the train wakened me- The dawn was breaking. I could see that the train had not pulled up at one of the queer little adobe stations, but had come to standstill in cut in a mountain side. A woman scream ed Men swore in English and Spanisl. and a dozen dialects. Above the hub bub of voices in my coach hissed the steam escaping from the engine.
 I didn't feel especially disturbed the train might have stopped on ac- count of broken wheel, or land slide, or the engine might be taking water. Travelling without a husband had it's disadvantages for a curious bride, l admitted. Bob would have found out for me the exact reason we were detained in that barren spot. I opened the door of my stateroom, just a little crack and perceived that the coach was in a great hustle. Men and women were hastily donning their garments behind the green satine cur tains of their berths and were talking l in whispers.
 | I put on my stockings and oxfords and wrapped my long travellers cape over my Pullman robe. I hurried, but not because I was afraid. I had just made myself presentable enough to venture forth when there came an i'm perative knock at my door. I opened it to face, as I expected, Q strange man. He was tall and heavy and dark-he looked like a very suc- cessful commercial man; and he was a man of the world. a cosmopolite tending toward the Spanish" one might say.
 The man spoke with unexpected fa- miliarity:
 Mrs. Lorimer. This is Morrison! Let me in,"
 With the gentlest of pressure upon my arm, he pushed me aside, entered the room, and stood with his broad shoulders pressed against the door.
 "Bandits" he murmured, just rais- ing the gun in his coat pocket for my assurance.
 Some disguise?' he whispered. "Mr r-senior-never planned to lei you run around in this God -forsaker country without an escort. I'm it. Tn your guard, Mrs. Lorimer. I've beer
 trailing you right along-but the ole
 man said you wasn't to know! H.
 likes your pluck-ordered me not tt
 butt in. I'm supposed to be dowI
 here after coffee. This here show
 he waved hand toward the corridor
 of the car-"put it up to me to-tC
 butt in"
 Morrison talked hesitatingly and h. listened between phrases for hints O
 what was going on in the coach.
 "Oh, MT. Morrison. I'm so gla,
 you're here! l never thought I coult be so scared as I am this minute.' whispered. There's all my money!
 I said tossing my bag toward him. Lord, I guess I know that bag ma'am. Lorimer told me to keep a, l eye on it. He said it held a-plenty : But I guess we'll let 'em have il [ ma'am. And pray the Lord they'll b , content with iti" Morrison ended wit his ear over the crack of the door. 5 T won't give up my money t r bandits" I protested indignantly. t Tut! Tut! My dear young lady! f didn't come to save your money" sai l the detective. T came to look afte
 you-personally. Lorimers got a lo S more cash. But not another daughter s in-law"
 0 "Oh-I see" said, wondering if s did
 You don't see at all, ma'am, be il cause you don't know. Lsteni Tn n conductor was telling me secret la, 0 night-censored and deleted news. Tw r days ago a train was stopped farths
 up in the mountains and beautif, n young American girl was taken O Il with the loot Maybe you understan y now, ma'am?"
 = I did understand-but I couldn't sa 7, so, for a dreadful certainty paralyze e me. I would have taken that tra, . except for the visit of Jimmy-boy l, r the border. Katherine Miller mu It have gone on it! She must be u
 beautiful girl who had been carried o Il by bandits with other loot, $ But Morrison didn't let me consid, ,f the horrible truth very long. s. You've a gun, I guess?" he aske