The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-08-19

lSu HI lIt hiSt
place he hasn't any evidence. He
knows n thing or two but he can't
prove IL; and IL we move faster than
he does we'll block his game-see?"
what do you meanT
Lacy leaned forward, and hissed his
answer into Enrights ear.
"Put Cavendlsh where he can't get
at him. There's no other chance. IL
Jim Westcott ever finds that fellow
alive our goose Is cooked. And we've
got the advantage-we, know where
the man ls."
"And Westcott doesn't?"
Exactly, but he will know. He'll
comb these hills until he finds the
trall-that's Jim Westcott. Come on
back inside, both of you. and I'll tell
you my plan"
The door closed behind them. shut
ting out the yellow glow, and leaving
the hillside black and lonely.
Miss Donovan did not go down to
supper. Beaton waited some time In
she failed to appear, and he lacked
the necessary courage to seek her In
her own room. Then Enright called
him and compelled his attendance.
The absence Of the girl was not caused
from any lack of appetite, as she sub
sidized the Chinaman to smuggle her
a supply of food by way of the back
stairs, which she ate with decided
relish, but she had no desire to show
any anxiety regarding a meeting with
| the newcomers.
Her newspaper experience had given
| her some knowledge of human nature
| and she felt convinced that her task
of extracting information would be
greatly simpllfied II these people
sought her company first. She was
at the window when some one raped
at the door. She arose to her feet,
and took step or tive forward, her
heart beating swifter.
"Come in"
The door opened. and the light from
the windows revealed Miss La Rue
rather tastefully attired In green silk,
her blond hair fluffed artfully, and a
dainty patch Of black court-plaster
adorning one cheek.
Pardon me, please" the voice some
what high-pitched, ''but they told me
downstairs you were from New York."
'Yes, that is my home; won't you
come inn"
"Sure | Will. Why I was so lone
some in this hole l simply couldn't
stand It any longer. I know your
name; it's Stella Donovan-well, mine
is Celeste La Rue"
"a very pretty name; rather un-
usual Are you French?"
The other laughed crossing her feet
carelessly, and extracting cigarette
case from handbag.
"French2 Well, guess not. My
dads name was Capley, and I ar
nexed this other when ! went on the
stage. II tIckles the Johnnies, and
sounds better than Sadie Capley. You
liked ii yourself"
1T is better adapted to that pur
pose-you are an actress then?"
"Well, nobody ever said so. / car
dance and sing bit. and know how
to wear clothes. Tell me, when were
you in New York;"
about month ago"
well, didn't you see the Revue?"
"The last one? Certainly"
THAT'S where shone-second Cir
on the right in the chorus. and l was
In the eccentric dance with Joe
Stearns some hit--whatT
"Yes, ] remember now; they called
you the Red Falry-because of you
ruby ring. What in the world eve
brought you out here?"
Celeste laughed, a cloud of smok,
curling gracefully above her blond,
hair.
'Some joke. isn't It? Well. it's n,
engagement at the Good Luck dane,
hall yonder, you can bet on that. Tn,
fact Is I've quit the business, and an
going to take flyer In mining?"
"Miningl That sounds like none.
In these days. They tell me there II
no placer-minlng any longer. and tina
II requires fortune TO develop.
wouldn't suppose chorus girl"
"Oh, pshaw" and Miss La Ru
leaned forward, a bright glow on eacl
cheek. There are more ways of max
ing money in New York than drawing
a salary. I've caught on to few
things in the last five years. 1t pay
better to be Celeste La Rue than
ever did to be Sadie Capley. Do yov
get me?"
Miss Donovan nodded. Her acquaint
] ance with New York fast life supple,
all necessary details, and IL was quit
o evident this girl had no sense o
v shame. Instead she was rather prou
:. OF the success she had achieved.
4 II imagine you are right" she ad
mitted pleasantly. $50 you found
n backerf A mining manY"
S "Not on your life. None OF you