Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-08-07
Copyright by Randall Parrish

II IN uef jacket pocket. then turning 10
the marshal and Westcott. gave each
firm hand.
You've both been more than kind"
she said gratefully.
I'll. ma'am." Dan deprecated.
that warn't nothin!" And he hurried
into the street as loud cries sounded
outside.
Goodnight, Miss Donovan" West
colt said simply. IF you are ever
frightened or in need of friend, call
on Inc. I'll be in town two days yet,
and after that Pete here can get word
10. me-" Then. with an admiring, hon
est gaze, he searched her eyes a mo-
ment before he turned and 'Strolled to-
ward the rude cigar case.
AN right, now, ma ann" Pete Tim
mons said. picking up her valSe The
girl nodded and together they went up
the rude stairs to her room. where
Timmons paused at the door.
"Wen. I'm glad you're here he
said, moving away. "We've been wait
in for you TO show. | may be wrong,
ma am, but ia bet my belt that you're
the tady that's been expected by Ned
Beafon,"
You're mistaken" she replied
shortly.
AS she heard him chatter down the
stairs Miss Stella Donovan OF the
New York Star knew that her visit
would not be in vain.
The miner waited. leaning against
the desk. TimmonS came down the
stairs. eager to ask questions.
Lady friend o yours. Jim?" he
asked 'If Ia a knowed she wuS
comm I'd a saved a better room
II have never seen her until tonight
Pete. she got off the trsin and Car
son asked me to escort her uptown--it
was dark. you know"
':What do you suppose she's come
yere for?'
Not the slightest idea; take 1t
that's her business"
"Sure; but 81 Teller can't help won
derin', can her Donovan" he unused,
peering At the name; that's irish, I
take it--hey?"
"SuspiciouSly 50; you are some de-
tective. Pete I'll give you another
clue-her eyes are Irish gray"
He Sauntered across To the stove
and stood looking idly at the card
players, blue wreaths of tobacco smoke
circling up from the bowl of his pipe.
Some one opened the street door, let
ting in a babel of noise, and walked
heavily across the office floor Vest
colt turned about to observe the new
conner, He was a burly. ced-faced
man. who had evidently been drinking
heavily, vet was not greatly under the
influence Of liquor. dressed in a
checked suit of good cut and fashion.
but hardly in the best of taste. He
bore all the earmarks OF a CONNER
cial traveller of certain sort--a domi-
neering personality. making up by
sheer nerve what he might lack in
brains. But for his words the miner
would have given the fc{iVw no further
thought.
Say, Timmons," he burst forth
noisily, and striding over to the desk.
the marshal tells me a dame blew in
from New York tonight--is she regis
tered here?"
The landlord showed the book for
ward, with one finger on the last sig
nature.
yep" he said shortly. but she amt
the one you wuz lookin' for--I asked
her that. furst thing"
"Stella DonOvan-huh That's no
name ever / heard what'e shs look
like? Dark or l"ht?"
WAL, s0rter medium, should say;
brown hair with bit o. red In it, an
a pair o gray eyes full of fun-some
girl, TO my notion"
The questioner struck his fist on the
wood sharply.
well what the devil do you sap.
pose such a woman has come to The
hole clear from New Yorl for,
mons? What's her game, anyhow
blessed IL ! know" and the Sti,g'
prietor scared himself on a high 81 the
II didn't ask - ques,' ous like III ah
maybe the gent by the s,ove t{bIic
might give yer all the informatiD2 49,
want. He brought her up from theliclt
poo, an kin talk English. Say, us
this yere is a shorthorn frum ,iill u
York, named Beaton, an he seems C ~
be powerfully interested in skier m
Reaton, Mr.. Jim Westcott."
The two men looked at each Of
the miner stepping slightly forv
and knocking the ashes out Of A co
pipe. Beaton laughed, assumlnin q
semblance Of good nature.
My questions were prompted s.
ly by curiosity" he explained,
dently not wholly at ease. ~ was
pectlng young woman, and thou
this new arrival might prove to be
friend"
Hardly" returned Westeott dr.
AS the landlord Informed you, ~.
Donovan is a lady"
If he expected this shot to take NC
feet he was disappointed, for the e1p7a
never left Beaton's face. 'uts
"Ah, a good joke; a very good jitt. 95