The Arvada enterprise. (Arvada, Colo.) 1908-1970, 1920-03-25

up yefe now. ssllln' foety-Fod ter 70
3sra Cum Up long With him ffum
Beardstown. Trien' o mine. Yer Just
cum long With me-thas all"
! permitted him to lead me, his voice
never esasing ~ ~ followed the dim
trail. I made out little Of what he
said, nor did question him. The
trail ended before q two-room log
cabin. % deeply hidden In the woods
as to BE- revealed merely By giimmer
Of light shining out from within
through chinks In the walls. Tim FUN
bled for the latch and finally opened
the door. lurching across the threshold.
dragging me along after him. There
were I've men at sloppy table, dis
reputable looking white woman STIR
ring the contents Of pot hung over
the open IRE, and fellow behind the
bar. attirsd in dingy white apron. 1t
was all sordid snough, and dirty
typical frontier grssshop; but the
thing Of most interest 10 me was the
proprietor. The fellow was the same
red.mustached individual whom had
watched disembark from the steamer
that same afternoon, slipping in the
yellow mud - he surmounted the
bank. dragging his valise along after
him. So 1t was this fellow passenger
who had given these fugitives refuge:
1t was his presence In these parts
which had decided Kirby to make the
venture ashore. He glanced up at our
entrance. the glare of light overhead
revealing 4 deep. ugly scar across his
chin and Q pair Of deep-set, scowling
eyes.
Back in time fer supper. hey, Ken
nedy," he growled. none too cordially.
"Who's yer frien'r'
"A Teller whut's soln' ter enlist.
He's all right, Jack" the deputy hic-
coughed thickly. lies liquor. an then
Wen eat. I'm payin' the bill-so
whut's 1t ter yer?"
"Nuthin' tall; eny frien' o yers gifts
ther best l have"
He set out squat bottle on the bar.
and thinking It best to humor the both
Of them I poured out 4 stiff drink,
fully aware that Rals was observing
my features closely.
"Seen yer afore sumwhar. amt Ir'
II reckon" replied indifterently.
watching Tim iii his glass. II worked
ny way mp on the boat; saw yer on
board"
"sure; that's It; faint in my line
fer ter fOrEit 4 face. Yer Amt en-.
listed yitr'
NO: I reckon I'll wait till maunin'.
an clean up bit furst. How bout
sum soap an water fore eatf-an'
yer cudn't loan me . razor. cud YET"
"Wal' got plenty q water, an may.
be cud scare up sum soap. Tim yers
he's got Q razor. an II he's q frien' o
yers. I reckon he mought lend 1t ter
yer"
The deputy Eulped down his drink.
and smacked his lips, clinging with
one hand to the bar. regarding me low
ingiy.
Sure: he's q friend o mine. Shave
him myself soon's I git sober. Whut's
thetf Yer can't waltz Oh, all righ'
then. take It yerself. Mighty an razor.
Oh man."
Rale found me q tin basin. water, q
bit Of rag for . towel. and q small.
cracked mirror. In which my rsasctioa
was scarcely recognizable. He was Q
man Of few words, eontenting himself
with uttssing merely q dry comment on
Kennedy. who had dropped back into
convenient chair and buried his face
on the table.
'Tim's good fellow. an never saw
him 10 blame drunk afors." he said, 70.
sretfully. "He an Kirby he'd q row.
a. I reckon thet's whut started him
drinkin'."
"A row: Q quarrel. you meanf' for
getting myself IN surprise. "Who's
Kirbyr
zoe Kirby: yer sure must know him
II yer . river man. Slim sorter Teller.
with q smooth face: sliekest gambler
ever wus, reckon"
"Why. Of course" getting control Of
myself once more. I'VE picked him
up. long with Tim, down river. He'd
two women with 'em. didn't they1
runaway niggersT
Rale winked facetiously. evidently
rather proud Of the exploit a. II had
been related to him.
"Wal'. ther way l understan'. they
want both Of 'em nIggers: however.
that was the story told on board. This
yere Joe Kirby 10 pretty slick. let me
tell you. One Of ems q white CURL.
who just pretended she wus 4 niger.
I reckon tibet even Kirby didn't catch
ON ter her game at furst: an when he
did he wus too blame smart ter ever
let her know. She don't think he
knows yet, but she's liable fer ter nnd
out mighty soon."
But he cannot hold q white won.
an" protested stoutly.
Cant. hey! Wal. I reckon there
are ways o even dom tibet. an II thar
be. Kirby'll nnd II. reckon she won't
and no chance ter raise = holler fore
he's got her tied good an strong"
do you mean." asked. horrined.
"that he will compel her to marry