The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-11-27


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 1 do; there Is
not a feature in common between
you"
Erred CavendishY
certainly; of New York; who do
you think we were talking about?"
1--WE had no chance to think.
claim my name is Cavendish, and 1t
is; but I've never once said l was
Fred Cavendish of New York. If you
must know, | am Ferdinand Cav
endish of Los Angeles"
Westcott permitted the mans head
to rest back on the floor, and he arose
to his feet. He felt dazed, stunned,
as though stricken sudden blow.
Good God!" he exclaimed. what
can all this mean? You came from
New York city?"
Eyes; I 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?"
Eyes. 1 had intended taking an
earlier one, but was delayed"
''You bought return tickets at the
station2"
mo; 1 had return tickets; they had
to be validated"
"Then your name was signed to
them; what is your usual signature?"
"F. Cavendish."
II thought so. Stella, this has all
been a strange blunder, but it is per-
fectly clear how it 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 Gull
tivated his acquaintance. The follow
never doubted but what he had the
right man."
The marshal Of Haskell came out of
the clubhouse, and closed the door
carefully behind him. He was rather
proud of his nights's work, and felt
quite confident that the disarmed Next
cans locked within those strong log
walls, and guarded by Moore, with
loaded rifle across his knee, would re-
main quiet until daylight. Naturally,
and ordinarily, Mr.. Brennan was con-
siderable Of cynic. but just now he
felt in a far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood.
"Jim's some man." he confided to
himself, unconsciously speaking aloud
can the girls nervy little thing-al-
mighty good lookin', too. 1 reckon it'll
cost me months salary fer a weddin'
present, so maybe the jokes on me-"
His mind reverted to Mendez give
thousand on the old cuss," he NUT |
tered gloomily, IAN somebody else got |
the chance to pot him. Well, by hooky, |
whoever it was sure did good job
1t was thet shotgun cooked his goose |
judgin' from the way his face was |
pcppcicu. rive tuOuSituu uOlidTS-OIl, |
hip
His eyes followed the outline of the |
valley, able to distinguish the darker /
Silhouette of the cliffs outstanding |
against the sky sprinkled with stars.
Far away toward the northern extrem-
ity dull red glow indicated the pres
ence of small fire.
''Herders," Brennan soliloquized, his
thought instantly shifting. Likely to
be two, maybe three ov 'em out there
an then there's them two on guard at
the head o. the trail. / reckon they're
wonderin' what all this yere shootin'
but faint probable they'll kick
up any fuss yet awhile. We can handle
them all right, If they do Hullo, there
What's comm now?''
II was the thud of horses hoofs
being ridden rapidly. Brennan dropped
TO the ground, and skurried out of the
light. He could perceive nothing of the
rider, but whoever the fell
Ow was he made no effort at secrecy.
He drove his horse down the bank and
INTO the stream at gallop, splashed
1oisily through the water, and came
Oping up the nearer incline. Almost
n front Of the bunk house he seemed
suddenly struck by the silence and
yleam of lights, for he pulled his pony
Up with jerk, and sat there, staring
lb0ut. To the marshal crouching
against the earth, his revolver drawn,
lorse and man appeared q grotesque
shadow.
"Hullo !" the fellow shouted. whats
Up? Did you think this was Christ
mas ever" Hey, there-Mendez Cate
as
The little marshal Strengthened up,
md took a step forward; the light
rom the cabin window glistened wick
dly on the blue steel of his gun bar
ell
I Hands up, Bill !' he said quietly, in
voice carrying conviction. "None of
play with me. Take your
eft hand an unbuckle your belt-l ;
aid the left. Now drop it into the
irt." IL
"Who the HI are your /;
"That doesn't make much difference, {
oes it, as long as I've got the drop?' :
sked the other genially. ''But, If you
lust know to be happy-rm the mar
hal o. Haskell. Go easy, boy; you've