Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-08-28

AT uIIn- lnereS no other chance. II
Jim WeStcott ever finds that fellow
alive our goose is cooked. And we've
got the advantage-we know where
the man is"
And WeStcott doeSnt?"
"EXactly. hut he will know. He'll
comb these hills until he finds the
trail-that's Jim Westcott. Come on
back inside. both of you and IN 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. Bcaton waited some time in
the office, his eyes on the stairs but
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 hack
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 simplified If 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 a step or two forward, her
heart heating swlfter.
Come in"
The door opened and the light from
the windows revealed Miss La Rue.
rather tnstefully attired in green silk.
her blond hair huffed artfully. and
dainty patch of black court-plaater
adjoining one cheek.
Pardon me- please" the voice some
what hgh-pitched but they told me
downstairs yOn were from New York"
Yes that is my home; won't you
come in?"
Sure will. Why was so lone
some in this hole | Simply couldn't
stand II any longer. know yorr
name; it's Stella Donovan-weH, mine
is Celeste La Rue"
"A very pretty name; rather I'M
usual Are you French?"
The other laughed crossing her feet
carelessly. and extracting a cigarette
case from a handbag.
'French? Well, guess not. My
dads name was Capley. and an
nexed this other when | went on the
stage. 1t tickles the Johnnies, and
sounds better than Sadie Capley. You
liked it yourself"
1T is better adapted to that our.
pose-you are an actress then2"
well. nobody ever said So. can
dance and sing a bit. and know how
to wear clothes. Tell me, when were
you in New York;"
about month ago"
"Well. didn't YOU see the Reyue?"
"The last one? Certainly"
THAT'S where / shone-secopd girl
on the right in the chorus. and | was
in the eccentric dance with Joe
Stearns; some hit--what?"
Eyes. ] remember now; they called
you the Red Fairy-because Of your
ruby ring. What in the world ever
brought you out hereT
Celeste laughed a cloud Of smoke
curling gracefully above her blonde
hair
Some joke, isn't It? Wen. lfs no
engagement at the Good Luck dance
hall yonder, you can bet on that. The
fact is I've quit the business. and am
going TO take a flyer ia mining?"
Mining? That sounds like money
in these days. They tell me there is
no placer-minlng any longer. and that
1t requires fortune to develop. /
wouldn't suppose chorus girl"
"Oh, pshaww' and Miss La Rue
leaned forward, bright glow on each
cheek. There are more ways Of max
ing money In New York than dra wing
a salary. I've caught on to few
things ia the last Eve years. II pars
better 10 be Celeste La Rue than it
ever did to be Sadie Capley. DO you
get met"
Miss Donovan nodded. Her acQualnt-
ance with New York fast life supplied
all necessary details. and it was quite
evident this girl had no sense of
shame. Instead she was ra ther proud
of the success she had achieved.
81 imagine you are right" she ad-
mitted pleasantly $50 you found a
hacker? A mining mann
Not on your life. None Of your
wild west for me. As soon as some |
business is Strengthened out here. It's
back to Broadway"
who is it," ventured the other eau
tiously. "Mr. Beatony'
Ned Beaton!" Miss Ia Rues voice /
rose 10 n shries "Oh. Lord I should |
say not! Why that fellow never had !
fifty dollars Of his own at one time il |
his life. He's only Hn-horn sport" |