The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1919-09-25

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with a gasping cry of, "Good God!
How did you get Out?' he slid over
the edge Of the cliff and vanished in
a shower Of dirt and following stones.
Davis, upon the verge of following
him, SO great was his anger, was re-
strained by the girl who clung des-
perately to him. At last, permitting
himself to be Influenced by her en-
treaties. he took her arm and they
proceeded upon their way on foot.
Arriving at their hotel they regis
tered and took q suite of rooms, one
for Ethel and one for John, while
Rainface, who had accompanied them
on the train but had ridden in the
smoker and walked to the hotel, en-
sconsed himself in the living room
which the rooms of the other two adj
Joined. Wearied from their adventures
of the day, they retired for a short
rest.
From a corner Of the lobby Morgan
watched their arrival, then going into
the bar paced impatiently up and down
as he awaited the arrival Of the
Spider. Not long after that gentleman
entered, and the Hawk drew him into
a private booth.
"Wel !" he exclaimed angrily. "They
turned up right side up with care,
as usual and all our work has been in
vain. Explain yourself" Coolly Bel
las answered him.
81 gave Bill a thousand dollars to
dump them over the bluff In his ma
chine, but it seems that they got wise
to what was coming and leaped just
as the taxi went over. However, 1t
wasn't no fault Of mine." Morgan
leaped to his feet with a savage curse.
"a cool thousand gone to the dogs
and nothing done. Dye think I'm
made of money!" The Spider laughed.
"Take 1t easy, Hawk. I did my
best, and what's q thousand with mil
lions in the mine-for the orphans!'
eyes. And we're the orphans" NUT
tered the Hawk.
Having taken his rest, Davis i'm
mediately began his inquiries for Nor
gan.> From the bartender Of the hotel
buffet he learned that the latter had
been there, and had been heard to re-
mark that he was going to Colefills
In search of some old friends and a
faro game. Remembering that this
was the place where he had located
his cousin at the time he had come to
advise him of the death of John Carr
and the terms of the will, John start
ed for that well but unfavorably
known resort of gamblers and their
kind. Disappointment was his por-
ton. Morgan was not to be found,
and he returned to Ethel empty hand
ed. Resolved to continue the search
in the morning, they parted for the
night with a farewell embrace, Rain
face stretching himself upon the rug
from which he could command both
rooms, a gun at his side. In order
that they might hear the old Indian
should he call, both John and the girl
left the door Of their room ajar.
Morgan from the dark recess at
Colefills from which he had watched
the coming and departure Of Davis,
turned to the Spider.
HELL go back to the Mackenzie.
My room is $50, right across the hall
from theirs. Go and engage $50, which
is next to mine. Keep watch on them.
I'll put old Ram Chunder on the job.
Wen come up the fire escape"
Off went the Spider as directed,
while the Hawk going down a street
paused opposite a store which bore
the sign:
"Ram Chunder. Dealer in East
India Wares. To Learn the Future,
Consult the Yogi"
The place was dark, but without
hesitation Morgan pounded upon the
portal. Before his summons a young
Hindu in European dress opened the
door, and after a brief scrutiny ad-
mitted him to the interior of a room
in which Oriental goods were lavishly
displayed. On every hand cabinets,
tables, rugs, laces and worries were
strewn, but with scarcely a glance at
them the incomer roughly demanded to
see the Yogi. Quietly but firmly the
attendant demurred, whereupon Nor
gan, advancing upon him threatening
ly, raised his voice in anger.
Within an adjoining room a very
old Indian fakir, hearing the noise
without, arose. The room in which
he stood was fitted after the manner
of a Hindu temple. Images of Vishnu
and silva squatted upon their ped
estals. The room was low ceilinged,
carved with grotesque animals en-
twined with affairs placed before the
figures Of the gods. Incense bowls
sat upon queer tables, their thin col
umlns of smoke ascending perpendicu-
larry in the still air. The long table
which occupied the center of the room
contained a gong, a curious casket,
a basket and a crystal ball.
Listening for a moment to the racket
outside, Ram Chunder stepped to a
peephole and peered out. Seeing Nor
gan he hastily donned a long embroid-
cred coat and placed a turban upon his
head. Wrinkled, skinny and evil look
ing in the mellow light, he seated him.
self at a table and threw an extra
exceedingly well proportional and
graceful, so that his great height did
not at FIRST strike the observer. His