Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-10-30

and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily, the dull stare in his eyes
changing to a look of bewildered in
telligence.
Where am II" he asked thickly.
"Oh. yes l 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 to 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 remember
He looked up at her, and endeav-
0red 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.
II remember you he said at
last. 'You-yOu are Miss Donovan;
III never forget you; but | never saw
this man before-I'm sure of that"
And | am equally convinced as 70
the truth of that remark" returned
Westcott, but why did you call your,
self Cayendish?"
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 | do: there is
uot a feature in common between
YOU"
Fred Cavendlsh?"
Certainly: Of New York; who do
You think we were ticking aboutY'
I've had no chance 10 think. I
claim my name is Caveudlsh, and It
is; bur I've never once said was
Fred Cavendish of New York II you
| must know. | am Ferdinand Cav
eudiSh of Los Angeles"
Westcott permitted The mans Nead
10 rest back on tie floor and he arose
to his feet He felt dazed. stunned
us though stricken sudden blow
Good God - he exclaimed What
can all this mean? You came from
New York cityT
Yes / had been there a month at
tending to some business"
And when YOU left for the coast
YOU took the midnight train on the
New York Central
Yes. had intended taking an
earlier one. hut was delayed"
You bought return tickets at the
stationY'
No; l had return tickets; they had
to he validated"
Then your name was signed to
them; what is your usual signature"
r CavendiSh"
Il thought SO. Stella. this has all
! been strange blunder. but it Is per
fectly clear how it happened Tint
man BeatOn evidently had never seen
Frederick Cavendish He was simply
| informed that he would leave New
York on that train. lie 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 Mex
/ cans locked within those strong log
walls. and guarded by Moore, with
/ loaded rifle across his knee. would re-
I main quiet until daylight Naturally.
/ and ordinarily. Mr. Brennan was con
/ siderable of Il cynic. but just now he
/ felt in far more genial an Sympa-
/ thetic mood
~Jim's some man" he coutided 10
/ himself. unconSciuuSiy speaking aloud.
/ An the girls a neryy little thiug-al-
+ mighty good Iookiu'. TOO. | reckon itH
cost me "A a.onthS salary fer a ueddiu'
present. 81 maybe the Jokes on me.
His mind reverted Ia Mendez "Iiye
thousand on the old cusS," he mutt
tered gloomiiy AN somebody else got
the chance 10 pot him. Well. by hooky.
whoever it was sure did "a good job
it WAS thet shotgun cooked his goose.
judgin' from TIE way his face was
peppered Five thousand dollars-oh.
h--lt"
His eyes followed the outline of the
valley able 70 distinguish the darker
silhouette OF the cliffs outstanding
against the sky Sprin led with stars
Far away toward the northern extrem-
ity a duh red glow Indicated the pres
euce Of a small fire.
'IIerders Brennan soluoquzed. his
Thought instantly shifting Likely to
be two, maybe three ov EN- out there i:
an then there's them TWO ON guard at
the head - the trail reckon they're
wonderin' what All this we're Shootin'
means, but faint probable they'll kick