Connecticut western news., 1920-03-11

disagreeable. of course, but after p cisely what fashion?
 Your property, believe, Miss Gull lison."
 She turned at sound of the suave, amused drawl, and looked upon a dark, slim young man of picturesque ap- pearance. He was lowing to her with an obvious intention of overdoing it.
 Her instinct told the girl who he was. She did not need to ask herself any longer what Cass Fendrick looked like.
 He was holding out to her the blood stained kerchief that had been tied to the lambs leg.
 "I didn't care to have it returned" !" she told him with cold civility.
 "Now, if you'd only left a note to say so. it would have saved me quite a considerable climb" he suggested.
 In spite of herself a flicker of amusement lit her eyes. She had a sense of humor. 'I did not think of that, and since you have troubled to return it to me, l can only say thank you"
 She held out her hand for the ker- chief, but he did not move. "I don't know but what I'll keep it. after all, for souvenir"
 She ignored his sardonic mockery. ''I don't let live creatures suffer when I can help 1t. Are you going to give me my handkerchief"
 Haven't made up my mind yet. Perhaps I'll have it washed and bring 1t home ts you."
 She decided he was trying to fiirt with her. and turned the head Of her horse to start.
 "Now your father has pulled his freight, expect 1t will be safe to call," he added.
 The bridle rein frightened. What nonsense are you saying about my fa- ther?"
 "No news, Miss Cullison; just what everybody is saying, that he has gone to cover on account of the holdup."
 A chill fear drenched her heart. Do you mean the holdup of the Limited at Tin Cup?"
 NO l don't" He looked at her sharply. Mean to say you haven't heard of the holdup of the w. & S. Express company at SaguacheT
 "No. When was it?"
 Tuesday night. The man got away with twenty thousand dollars" And what has my father to do with that?" she demanded haughtily.
 A satisfied spleen purred in his voice. My dear young lady, that is what everyone is asking"
 What do you mean? Say It." There was fear as we'll as anger in her voice. Had her father somehow got into trouble trying to save Sam?
 "Oh, I'm saying nothing. But what Sheriff Bolt means is that when he gets his handcuffs on Luck Cullison he'll have the man that can tell him where that twenty thousand is."
 Its lie" .. t He waved his hand afrily, as one who declined responsibility in the mat ter, but his dark, saturnine face sparkled with malice.
 Maybe so. Seems to be some evil dence, but I reckon he can explain that away-when he comes back. The holdup dropped q hat with the initials l.. c. in the band. since identified as his. He had lost lot of money at poker. Next day he paid it. He had no money in the bank, but maybe he found it growing on a cactus bush"
 You liar!" she panted, eyes blaZ- ing.
 "Tll take that from you, my dear, because you look so blamed pretty when you're mad; but 1 wouldn't take it from, him-frOm your father, who is hiding out in the hills somewhere"
 Anger uncurbed welled from her in an inarticulate cry. He had come close to her, and was standing beside the stirrup. one bold hand upon the reins Her quirt went swiftly up and down, cut like a thin bar of red-hot iron across his uplifted face. He