The daily Alaskan., 1920-07-13

NendezY Lacy7 Sne ala not Know; and somehow neither of these was the name which arose to her lips, almost in the form of prayer; the name she whispered with a faint throb of hope in its utterance-Jim Westcott.
 The big miner was all she had to rely upon; he had been in her mind all through the long ride; he arose before her again now, and she vel. comed the memory with Q conscious throb of expectation. Those people back there could not conceal for long her absence from him; if he lived he would surely seek her again.
 Her womanly instinct had read the message in the mans eyes; she was of interest to him, he cared; 1t was no mere ordinary friendliness which would bring him back; mol not even their mutual connection with the case of Frederick Cavendish. Her eyes frightened, and flush of color crept into her cheeks. She believed in him, in his courage-he had appealed to her as man.
 Suddenly she seemed to realize the yearnIng of her own heart, her utter fnith fin him. He would come, he must come; even now he might have discovered her sudden disappearance, and suspected the cause. He would never believe any lies they might tell that she had departed without a word, without a message-he would find out the truth somehow :, he was not the kind to lie down, to avoid danger when 1t confronted duty-and, besides, he cared. She knew this, comprehended without question; there had been no word spoken, yet she knew.
 Suddenly the girls slender body grew taut, and her thin, white, deli cate hands clutched the granite wall back of her, and into her gray eyes crept the light of terror, terror that was new and strange to her, name | less clutching fear that her varied ex- periences in the city had never brought her, an insidlous, terrible fright for her bodily safety. Her deli cate ears, strained under their spun- brown covering of haIr-there was no doubt of It; she heard footsteps in the passage way. Juan Cateras with his leering, lustful smile was coming back.
 The uncertainty was of scarcely an instant. The key turned in the lock and the door opened. Cateras, smil- ing. stepped within, calmly closed the door behind him, and then turned to greet the lady. She met his bow with eyes of firm resolve, though her heart ached. ..u.. | c.A | 4 aasH4i
 'NWhy do you come, senorT' she asked so quietly that the man In sur prise halted his step forward.
 "To keep my word" and his white teeth gleamed in an effort at pleas. antness. 'T am always truthful with your sex; and told you I would re- turn shortly"
 "Yet why7"- she insisted, anxious only to keep him away as long as pos sIble, and yet enchain his interest. If am prisoner here, am not your prisoner. Do you come, then, tc serve mel"
 "Can you doubt that, senoritaf' still endeavOring to retain the mask he had first assumed. Because cir cumstances make me defy the lava mere love of adventure, no more-is no reason why should be devoid of heart and sympathy" He took step nearer. q care nothing for this Bill LaCy-nothing," md he snapped his fingers derislvely. "Why should IF But, instead, would be your friend. The senorita Is an American, and to her one of my race may not appeal, yet I would prove my devotion with my life"
 Your devotion, senorf'
 "Is not the word. expresslve2 I am of Southern race, senorita, and we d. not calculate-we feel. Why, then, should I conceal my eagerness2 It Is love which causes me to thus defy all and offer you freedom"
 "Love" she laughed. "Why. that Is impossible. Surely you only jest, senor."
 The smile deserted his lips, and with quick, unexpected movement he graSped her hand.
 Jest! You would call 1t a jest. You will not think so for long. Why, what can you do? No; stop shrinking back from me. It will be well that you lis. ten. I come to you with a chance of escape; will take the risk and pledge you my aid. l alone can save you there is no other to whom you can turn. In return but ask my re ward"
 She hesitated, her eyes lifting to his face.
 You promise me your asslstancer'
 "Withln the hour"
 "HOw? What plan have you7" z
 'That 1 will not tell; you must trust i me. I am the lieutenant of Pascual