Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1920-10-01

lamp IN her hand, the light SHINING
full in her face.
But you told me you were Mr.,
Cayendish," she exclaimed, "and Mr..
Westcott was an Old friend Of his
surely you must remember
He looked up at her, and endeav-
ored 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;
I'll never forget you; but l never saw
this man before-Tm sure of that
And | am equally convinced as to
the truth of that remark" returned
Westcott, but why did you call your
self CayendShY
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 Cayendish than | do; there is
not a feature in common between
you"
Fred Cavendish"
Certainly; of New York; who do
you think we were talking about?"
1--WE had no chance to think. |
claim my name is Cavendsh. and II
Is; but I've never once said l was
Fred Cavendish Of New York. If you
must know, | am Ferdinand Cav
endlsh 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 q sudden blow
Good Cod" he exclaimed "What
can all this mean? You came from
New York city,"
YES; | had been there month at
tending to some business"
"And when you left for the coast,
you took the midnight train on the
New York Central2"
Eyes. l had intended taking an
earlier one, but was delayed"
you bought return tickets at the
staton?"
mo; had return tickets; they mad
to be validated"
"Then your name was signed to
Them what is your usual signatureT
"F. Cavendish."
81 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 you'd leave New
York on that train. He 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 Mexi
cans locked within those strong log
walls and guarded by Moore, with q
loaded rifle acress his knee, would re
main quiet until daylight Naturally
and ordinarily, Mr.. Brennan was con
siderable of cynic, but just now he
felt in far more genial and sympa
| thetic mood.
"Jlm's some man." he confided tC
himself, unconscously speaking aloud
AN the girls nervy little thing-al
mighty good lookin', too. reckon it'll
cost me months salary fer weddln
present, so maybe the jokes on me.
His mind reverted to Mendez. Five
thousand on the old cuss," he NUT
tered gloomily, IAN somebody else go
the chance to pot him. Well by hoOky
whoever it was sure did a good job
1t was tibet shotgun cooked his goose
judgin' from the way his face wal
peppered. Five thousand dollars-oh
HIP
His eyes followed the outline of tn,
valley, able to distinguish the darke
silhouette of the cliffs outstandn,
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, hi
thought instantly shifting. Likely t.
be two, maybe three ov 'em out there
an then there's them two on guard q
the head o. the trail. reckon they'r
wonderin' what all this we're shootin
mems but faint probable they'll klcl
up any fuss yet awhile We can handl
them all right, If they DO Hullo, there
What's comm now7"
II was the thud Of horses hoof
being ridden rapidly. Brennan droppe,
to the ground, and skurried out Of tn