The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-12-03

| ana Stared up INTO the Iace DenulnB
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily, the dull stare in his eyes
| changing to a look OF bewildered in
| telligence.
"Where am II" he asked thickly.
"Oh, yes, l remember; was shot.
Who are your"
II am Jim Westcott; do you remem-
Der me?"
The searching eyes evidenced no
sense Of recollection.
'No," he said, struggling to make
the words clear. 81 never heard that
name before"
Miss Donovan came forward, the
lamp in her hand, the light shining
full In her face.
"But you told me you were Mr..
Cavendish," she exclaimed, 'and Mr..
Westcott was an old friend Of his
surely you must remember?"
He looked up at her. and endeav-
ored to smile, yet for the moment did
not answer. He seemed fascinated by
the picture she made, as though some
vision had suddenly appeared before
/ him.
II remember you," he said at
last. ''You-you are Miss Donovan !;
I'll never forget you; but l never saw
this man before-Tm sure Of that"
"And l am equally convinced as to
the truth of that remark" returned
Westcott, "but why did you call your
self Cavendish?'
Because that is my name-why
shouldn't II"
"Why, see here, man." and West
colts voice no longer concealed his
Indignation, you no more resemble
Fred Cavendish than I do; there Is
not a feature in common between
YOU"
Erred Cavendish"
Certainly; of New York; who do
you think we were talking aboutT
1--WE had no chance to think.
claim iay name is Cavendish. and. 1t
is; but I've never once said I was
Fred Cavendish of New York. If you
| must know, I am Ferdinand Cav
endish of Los Angeles"
Westcott permitted the mans head
to rest back on the floor, and he arose
to his feet. He felt dazed, stunned,
rs though stricken a sudden blow.
"GoOd God" he exclaimed. "What
can all this mean? You came, from
New York clty?"
Yes; i had been there a month at
tending 10 some business"
"And when you left Cor the coast,
you took the midnight train on the
New York Central?"
Eyes. / had intended taking an
earlier one, but was delayed"
You bought return tickets at the
station?"
"No; had return tickets; they had
to be validated"
"Then your name was signed to
them; what is your usual signature"
"F. Cavendish."
81 thought so. Stella, this has all
been strange blunder, but II is per-
fectly clear how it happened. That
man Beaton evidently had never seen
Frederick Cavendish. He was simply
informed that he would leave New
York on that train. He met this Cav
endish on board, perhaps even saw
his signature on the ticket, and cul-
tivated his acquaintance. The follow
never doubted but what he had the
right man."
The marshal Of Haskell came out OF
the bunk-house, and closed the door
carefully behind him. He was rather
proud of his nights's work, and felt
quite confident that the disarmed Mexi-
cans locked within those strong log
walls, and guarded by Moore, with
loaded rifle acress his knee would re-
main quiet until daylight. Naturally,
and ordinarily, Mr.. Brennan was con-
siderable of cynic, but just now he
felt in far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood.
"Jim's some man." he confided to
himself, unconsciously speaking aloud.
''An' the girls nervy little thing-al-
mighty good lookin', too. reckon It'll
cost me months salary fer a weddin'
present, so maybe the jokes on me-"
His mind reverted to Mendez. give
thousand on the old cuss," he NUT
tered gloomily. "an' somebody else got
the chance to pot him. Well. by hooky,
whoever II was sure did good job
1t was tibet shotgun cooked his goose.
judgin from the way his face was
peppered. Five thousand dollars-oh,
h-lW
His eyes followed the outline Of the
valley, able to distinguish the darker
silhouette Of the cliffs outstanding
against the sky sprinkled with stars.
Far away toward the northern extrem-
ity a dull red glow indicated the pres
| ence of small fire.
"Herders," Brennan soliloquized, his
thought instantly shifting. Likely to
be two, maybe three ov 'em out there :
an then there's them two on guard at
the head O. the trail. reckon they're
wonderin' what oil this we're shootin'
means; but faint probable they'll kick
up any fuss yet awhile. We can handle
them all right. II they do. Hullo, there I
What's comm noww
n was the fhud ~ = hopuosa honfa