The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1920-11-04

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Ing and hiding OF Frederick caHruaisH
As her eyes became more accus
toned to the light she saw that tn.
stranger was "a man Of approximate,
thirty, Of good robust health. His hal.
was sandy of color and thin, and hi,
beard. which was Of the same hue, haC
evidently gone untrimmed for days
perhaps weeks; yet for all Of his un
kempt appearance, for all the strange
ness Of his presence there, he was q
gentleman, that was plain. And a
she scrutinized him Miss Donovan
thought she beheld a mild similarity In
the contour of the mans head, the
shape Of his face, the lines of his body,
to the man who several weeks be-
fore, she had seen lying dead upon the
floor of his rooms in the Waldron
apartments.
my God! !" he cried In a high voice,
Il thought I was seeing things. You
are really a woman-and alive?"
Miss Donovan hesitated a moment
before she answered, wondering
whether to tell him of her narrow es-
cape. This she decided to do.
"Allve, but only by luck" she said
In a friendly voice, and then recounted
the insults Of Cateras, her struggle
with him, and capture Of his cartridge
belt and revolver, and how finally she
had left him bound and gagged in the
adjoining cell. The man listened at
tentively, though his mind seemed
slow to grasp d tails.
But" he insisted, unable to clear
his brain, "why are you here? Surely
you are not IN Of this gang Of out
laws?"
Il am a prisoner. That is true of
you also. is it not?'
ives. Il am 2 prisoner, although
I do not in the least know why. When
did you conner"
! mot more than two hours ago. Two
men brought me across the desert from
Haskell"
II do not know how I came. I was
on the platform of an observation car
the last | remember" his utterance
slow, as though his mind struggled
with a vague memory, talking with a
gentleman whom | had met on the
train. There-there must have been
an accident, / think, for l never knew
anything more until l woke up here"
do you recall the name Of the
man you were conversing with on the
observation carp
He pressed his hand against his fore
head, a wrinkle appearing straight be-
tween his eyes.
"Pve tried TO remember that" he
admitted regretfully, 'but 1t doesn't
quite come to me-"
"Was Ii Beaton?"
"Yes. Why, how strange! OF course,
he was Edward Beaton of New York.
He told me he vas a broker. Why,
how did you known"
ut Is not so strange" she said at
last, "for your disappearance Is indi-
rectly the occasion of my being here
also. l believe l can ever call you by
name. You are Mr.. Cavendish?"
"Yes," he admitted, his hands grip
ping the back of the bench nervously.
his eyes filled with amazement. "But
but l do not know you"
"For the best of reasons" she an
swered smilingly. advancing and ex-
tending her hand-"because we have
v met before. / am Stella Dono-
van, a newspaper woman. Your
strange disappearance about a month
ago aroused considerable interest, ard
l Glanced to be detailed on the case.
My investigations led me to visit Has
kell, where unfortunately my mission
became known to those who were re-
sponsible for your Imprisonment here.
So, to keep me quiet, l was also alb
Quoted and brought to this place" =
"You-you mean 1t was not an acci-
dent-that l was brought here pur-
posely?"
Exactly; you were trailed from
New York by a gang of thieves having
confederates In this country. / am un-
able to give you all the details: but
this man Beaton, whom you met on the
train, is a notorious gunman n
gambler. His being on the same train
with you was a part of a well-laid
plan, and / have no doubt but what he
deliberately slugged you while you
two were alone on the observation
platform"
"But-but," he stammered. "what
was his object2 Why did those people
scheme to get mew
"As i told you, Mr.. Cavendish, I do
not know all the details, but / think
these men-one Of whom is a lawyer
planned to gain possession Of your for
tune, possibly by means Of a forged
win ; and. In order to accomplish this.
Il wal necessary to get you out OF the
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