Connecticut western news., 1920-03-11

LUCK QaO llQuludIeu HIS pOkeT NeDL since breakfast. Moreover. he had talked SD casually that his visitor had no suspicion of what he wsS driving | ut.
 Mackenzie attempted little slenth- ing of his own. '"This holddp fellow kind of slipped one over on you last night. Bolt"
 Maybe so. and maybe not"
 Got clue. have you?"
 "Oh, yes-yes." The sheriff looked straight al him. "Tve n0tiGn his 'nitin:J are l.. C."
 Billie felt himself flushing. What makes you think that. Nick?''
 Bolt walked to a cupboard and un- 1 locked it. His back was t"w'n"d the catteuan. hut the latter could see Jim take something from q shelf. turnnng | quickly. the sheriff tossed a hal upon 1 the table.
 Ever see this before?" 1 Mac picked it up. His fingers were not quite siendy. for great dread drenched his heart like rush of icy water. Upon that gray felt IinI with : the pinched crown was stamped the in- dividuality-and the init!als--of Luck : Cullison.
 Don't know as recognize it," he 1 lied. not very readily. Not do &nOw i it. Why?" Thought perhaps you might kuow i if. The hOldup dropped it while get ! ting away" Mnf fI- -nl1g gi inH, s1nh IluG, ,nH it. How was that?" "A lnan happened to come along san Miguel street just as the robber swung t0 his horse He heard the cries of the men inside. guessed what was dO- ing, and exchanged slhots with the mis- creant. He shot this hat off the fel- lows head"
 Who was the man that shot the robber?"
 "Cass Fendrick"
 But he didn't clarl to recognize the holdup?"
 Not for certain. He guessed q man whose initials are the same as thosA in that hat"
 If you mean Luck CullisOn. it's a Id lie." exploded the cattl2lnan. He was furious with himself for he felt now that he had been unsuspect- ingly helping to certify the suspicious of the sheriff. Like an idiot, he had let out much that told heavily against his friend.
 "I hope so. What about this hat. with the two holes shot through the rim?'
 "Sho! We all wear .hats just like that. Look at mine" Billie held if out eagerly.
 Has yours an L. c. stamped in the sweat band?" Bolt asked with a smile
 'I know you ain't his friend. Nick. But you want to be fair to him eHor if he did oppose your electiGm." Mucken z!e laid an appealing hand nn the Anv2 Of the man seated opposite him.
 ''Tm sheriff Jof Papago county. !t doesn't make any difference who worked for or against mr. Billie. | was elected. and I'm going 10 enforce the law. By the way. r:e got to f,ay for s0lHe supplies this morning. Gan you cash check for hundred?'
 'I reckon so." NIavEenHip drew fr,rn his pocket the roll CI!l;$nn had givcn him two hours before He peeled fiT" twentieS from if. The sheriff observed that the prevaiitm2 denomination wa, the same.
 Get these from Luck?" he asked careleSSly
 The cattleman stared at him, and the suspicion grew OH him thai he had been trapped again.
 Why do you ask?"
 Because it happens the bills stolen from the w. & $. were all twent!eS."
 From the office of the sheriff Mac kenzie wandered t0 the club in search of Luck. He was thoroughly dSpiriteG. both dreaded to meet Luck. and yet was anxious to do so.
 Cullison had left the club bu; Alec Flandrau was still there. Billie drew him into a corner, and learned that Luck had just settled with him.
 Anyone see him give it to you, Alec?"
 "No. He took me upstairs to the library and paid me"
 "In billS?"
 "Yes-in twenties'
 For Gods sake, don't tell anybody that" In dozen ierky sentences the owner of the Fiddleback told Flandrau of the suspicious of the sheriff
 Together they went in search of Luck. But though they looked fnr him all day. he was not to he found The last that had been seen of him Luck was walking along the plaza toward the hotel not hundred and