Vernon Parish Democrat. (Leesville, La.) 1917-193?, 1920-08-12

5iiaSS were nearing g small nr1Qge
over Bear creek, the sounds of Has
kell's jewellers growing nearer and
louder. Suddenly they heard an oath
and shot, and the next moment a
wild rider, flashing a foaming horse
with a stinging quirt, was upon them.
WestcOtt barely had time to swing the
girl to safety as the tornado flew past.
1.-THE drunken foolI" he muttered
quietly. "a puncher riding for camp.
There will be more up ahead prob
ably"
His little act of heroism drew the
man strangely near to Miss Donovan,
and as they hurried along in the silent
night she felt that above all he was
dependable, as If, too, she had known
him months, aye years, instead Of
scant hour. And in this strange coun-
try she needed a friend.
"Now that I've laid bare my past"
ne was saying, "don't you think you
might tell me why you are here?"
The girl stiffened. To say that she
was from the New York Star would
close many avenues of information to
her. No, the thing to do was to adopt
some "stal" that would enable her to
idle about as much as she chose. Then
the mad horseman gave her the idea.
ooh" she exclaimed, ST forgot 1
hadn't mentioned it. I'm assigned by
Scribbler's Magazine to do an article
on The Old West, Is It Really GoneY
and, Mr.. Westcott, 1 think I have a
lovely start"
A few moments later she thanked
Providence Tor her precaution, for her
companion resumed the story of his
mining claim.
tits might funny haven't heard
from that partner. It isn't like him
not to answer my wire. That's why
I've waited every night at the depot.
No, it's not like Pep even if he does
take his leisure at the College club"
Miss DonOvan's spine tingled at the
mention Of the name. ''Pep," she muir
INJURED, trying to be calm. "What was
his other manner"
"Cavendish," Westcott replied
Frederick Cavendish.'
A gasp almost escaped the girls
lips. Here, within an hour, she had
linked the many eastern clues of the
Cavendish affair with one in the West.
Was ever a girl so lucky? And imme-
diately her brain began to work furi-
ously as she walked along.
A sudden turn about the base of a
large cliff brought them to Haskell,
single street running up the broaden
ing valley, lined mostly with shacks,
although a few more pretentious
buildings were scattered here and
there, while an occasional tent tapped
its discOlored canvas in the night wind.
They went forward, Westcott watch
full and silent, the valise in one hand,
the other grasping her arm. The mar
row stretch Of sidewalk was jammed
with men, surging in and out through
the open door of a saloon, and the
two held to the middle of the road,
which was lined with horses tied to
long poles. Men reeled out into the
street, and occasionally the sharp
crack Of some frOlicsome revolver
P0ANAAALC0 NAAC AOuAoG ouOuLS anu
bursts of drunken laughter. No other
woman was visible, vet, apparently, no
particular attention was paid to their
progress. But the stream of men
thickened perceptibly, until Westcott
was obliged to shoulder them aside
spontaneously in order to open a
passage. He released her arm and
suddenly gripped the shoulder of a
man passing He was the town mar
shall.
SAY, Dan. I reckon this is your busy
night. but l wish you'd help me run
this lady through as far as Timmons
this bunch of longhorns appear to be
milling, and we're plum stalled"
The man turned and stared at them.
Short, stockily built, appearing at first
view almost grotesque under the broad
brim of his hat, Stella, recognizing the
marshal, was conscious only of a clean
shaven face, a square jaw and pair
of stern blue eyes.
F'Oh, is that you; Jim?" he asked,
briefly. Lord, 1 don't see why a big
boob like you should need a guardian.
The lady? Pardon. me, madam" and
he touched his hat. "Stand back there,
you fellows. Come on, folks!"
The little marshal knew his bust
ness, and it was also evident that the
crowd knew the little marshal. Drunk
and quarrelsome as many of them
were, they made way-the more OBJ
streperOus sullenly, but the majority
in a spirit of rough good humor. The
three passed straight through the
surging mass in the man-crowded lob
by of the disreputable hotel
At the desk, wide-eyed with excite
ment, Miss Donovan took a service
worn pen proffered by landlord Pete
Timmons, whose gray whiskers were
as unkempt as his hotel, and regis
tered her name,
"A telegram came today for you.
maam," Peter said in a cracked voice,
and tossed it over.
Miss Donovan tore 1t open. It was
from Farriss. It read:
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