Charlevoix county herald., 1920-07-23

or him-rll not be away a minute,
lear"
He could see little from the door
yay only the dark shadow of mans
,orm lying full length on the floor.
Then he took the lamp down from the
,helf. and held 1t so the feeble light
ell upon the upturned face. He !
stared down at the features thus re-
realed, unable for the moment to find
Expression for his bewilderment.
"Can you come here. dear" he
.alled.
She stood beside him, gazing from
lis face into those features on which
he rays of the lamp fell.
"What is itf' she questioned breath /,
essly. as he dead?"
81 do not know; but that man Is not
Cavendish. VIII you hold the lamp
Until learn If he Is alive"
She took 1t In trembling hands, sup
porting herself against the wall, while
ne crossed the room. and knelt beside
he motionless figure. A careful ex.
animation revealed the mans wound
% be painful though not particularly
serious, Westcott lifted the mans
head and the motion caused the eye
ids to fiutter. Slowly the eyes opened,
| and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily, the dull stare In his eyes
changing to q look Of bewildered In
telligence.
"Where am IT he asked thickly.
'Oh, yes, remember; I was shot.
Who are your
81 am Jim Westcott; do you remem-
Der meT
The searching eyes evidenced no
sense Of recollection.
"No," he said, struggling to make
the words clear. II 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, land 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.
IL remember you," he said at
last. "You-yOu are Miss Donovan;
I'll never forget you; but never saw
this man before-Im sure Of that"
"And / 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 l do: there is
not 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. I
claim my name is Cavendish, and 1t
Is; but I've never once said l was
Fred Cavendish Of New York. If you
must know, 1 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.
as though stricken a sudden blow.
| ha 10, NNUhof
can all this mean7 You came from
New York cityT
YES; 1 had been there month at
tending to some business"
Sand when you left for the coast,
you took the midnight train on the
New York Central?"
ayes. 1 had intended taking an
earlier one, but was delayed"
"You bought return tickets at the
station?"
"No; I had return tickets; they had
to be validated"
"Then your name was signed to
them; what is your usual signatureT
Of. Cavendish."
81 thought so. Stella, this has all
been n strange blunder, but II is per-
fectly clear how Ii happened. That
man Beaten 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 Next
cans locked within those strong log
walls, and guarded by Moore, with 4
loaded rifle acress his knee, would re-
main quiet until daylight. Naturally,
and ordinarily, Mr.. Brennan was con-
siderable of a cynic, but just now he
felt In q far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood.