Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1920-11-03

lids 20 fiutter. Slowly the eyes opened.
and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man hreathed
heavily, the dull stare In his eyes
changing to a look of bcwiIdered in
telligence.
where am IL" he asked thickly.
"oh. yes, remember; l was shot.
Who are your"
Il am Jim westcott; do you remem-
Der me?"
The searching eyes evidenced no
sense OF recollection.
NO" he said. struggling 10 make
the words clear. Il 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 rememberY"
He looked up at her. and endeav-
ored 20 smile. yet for the moment did
not answer. lie 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;
III never forget you; but ! never saw
this man before-rm sure of that"
And I 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 IgF
"Why. see here. man." and West
colts voice no longer concealed his
Indignation. you no more resemble
Fred Cayendlsh than / do; there is
not a feature In common between
you"
Erred CavendiShT"
Certainly: of New York; who do
you think we were talking abOut?'
I've had no chance 10 think. I
claim my name is Cavendish. and II
Fred Cavendish OF New York. II you
must know. / am Ferdinand Cav
endish OF Los Angeles"
westcott permitted the mans bead
20 rest back on tie floor. and he arose
10 his feet. He felt dazed. stunned.
as though stricken n sudden blow.
Good Cod" he exclaimed. "What
can an this mean? You came from
New York clty?"
Yes; I had been there a month at
tending 20 some business"
and when you left for the coast,
you took the midnight train on the
New York Central?"
"Yes. I had intended taking an
earlier one. but was delayed"
You bought return tickets at the
stationg"
"No; had return tickets; they had
Ia be- validated"
Then your name was signed 10
thea: what Is your usual sIgnatureT
r. CavendiSh."
Il thought 81. Stella. this has all
been a strange blunder. but Il Is per-
fectly clear how II happened. That
man BeatOn 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 ais acquaintance. The follow
never doubted but what he had the
right man"
The marshal OF Haskell came ont OF
the bunk-hOuse. and closed the door
carefully behind him. lie was rather
proud OF his nights's work. and felt
quite confident that the dlsarmed Mexi-
cans locked within those strong loo
walls. aud guarded by Moore. with a
loaded rifle acress his knee. would re-
main quiet until daylight. Naturally,
and ordinarily. Mr.. Brennan was con-
siderable Of n cynic. but just now he
felt in a far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood.
"Jim's some man." he confded 20
himself. unconsciOusly speaking aloud.
An the girls a Merry little thing-al-
mighty good lOokin'. too. / reckon It'll
cost me months salary fer a weddin'
present. So maybe the jokes on me-"
His mind reverted 10 Mendez. Five
thousand on the old cuss." he NUT
tered gloomily. "an' somebody else got
the chance 10 pot him. Well. by hooSy.
whoever Il was sure did good job
II was tibet shotgun cooked his goose,
iudgin' from the way his face was
peppcred. Five thousand dollars-oh,
h-lw
His eyes followed the outline NJ the
valley. able TO distinguish the darker
silhouette Of the cliffs outstanding
against the sky sprinkled with stars.
Far away toward the northern extrem-
ify dull red glow indicated the pres
ence 81 n small fire.
"Herlers." Brennan soliloqulzed. his
thought instantly shifting. Likely TO
be two. maybe three ov 'em out there; ;
an then there's them two on guard at
-. head n the trail I reckon they're