The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1920-08-21
CHAPTER TX.
Westcott Finds Himself Alone.

Westcott Finds Himself Alone.
1t never occurred to WeStcott on hi>
escape through the darkness that his
nights adventure would in any way
endanger Miss Donovan He was OF
the property of La Rosita Mining com
pany upon his own account. and not in
reference to the CavendiSh case at all
Or. at least. this last was merely in
| cdental.
From where he lay he could see
across the bare. rock-strewn hillside to
the distant hut. outlined by the CLEAN
of light within, and perceive the black
silhouette Of the ShafthouSe He could
dimly distinguish figures AS they
passed in and out of the glare of light.
and was aware that Moore had been
found and carried within the hut, but
remained ignorant of the fact that the
leaving of a knife in the window had
revealed his identity. There was no
attempt at pursuit which gave him
confidence that Lacy Failed to compre-
bend the importance Of what had been
overheard, yet he chung to his hiding
place until all the men had re-entered
the office
1t was late the next morning before
WeStcott rode into Haskell and.
stabling his horse, which bore all the
marks of hard riding, proceeded to-
ward the Timmons house. He had
utilized, as best he could, the hours
since that cavalcade had departed
from La RoSita to put his own affairs
in order so that he might feel free to
camp on the conspiratorS' trail and
risk all in an effort to rescue Caven-
dish. The night had been a hard one,
but WeStcOtt was still totally uncon-
scious of fatigue-hiS whole thought
centered on his purpose. As he rode
slowly up the street in the bright sun
light his mind reverted to Stella D0no-
van. Eager for the greeting which he
felt assured awaited him, he strobe |
through the open door into the office. |
The room was vacant. but as he |
crossed the floor toward the desk the |
proprietor entered the opening leading |
into the barroom beyond.
Hello, Jim :" he cried at sight of
The other Thought you'd be back,
out d it. yer too late-she's-she's
gone; almighty pretty girl, too. / told
he boys it was a blame shame fer
Ter ter run off Hathaway"
who has run OFF," And Westcotts
land crushed down on the mans Shout
Ter. What are you talking about|
Me. Let up will yer? Yer was
lere hopin' ter see that New York girl,
wasn't yer?'
Miss Donovan? Yes"
I'D forgot her name Well, she
int yere-she'S left"
'Left-gone from town."
Sure; skipped out sudden in the
light; took the late train East. reck-
n. Never sed no word TO nobody
lst naturally packed up her duds an !
liked" ,
Westcott drew deep breath I
surely you do not mean she left I
ithout any explanation? She must :
ave paid her bill"
"Oh. she was square enough-sure
he left money an a note pinned to d
r. pillow; sed she'd just got mes d
re calm her home-want ter see n
hut she wrOte?'
You bet | do Timmonsi I" "
Timmons waddled around behind the ft
SIX and ran his band into Il drawer.
'idently he considered the matter 2
ge joke, but WeStcott snatched the G,
per from his fingers ilnpatiently and
ger!y read the few hastily pencied "
eS:
Have received a message calling tr
: East at once. Shall take the night GO
in, and inclose sufficient money to M
Y for my entertainment.
IS. d. ri:
He stared at the words, deep
'aSe between his eyes II was a
mans handwriting, and at first in
nee there was nothing impossible in bo
h an action on her part Yet 1t was I'M
ange, if she had departed so sud- ta,
lily without leaving any message for RI,
i. His eyes narrowed with aroused NJ.
piciOn as he looked up from the slip an
paper and confronted the amused ON
1mons across the desk. do,
And that was all, was it-jutt this
e and the cash? There nothing az,
reSSed TO me?" +.
he hotelkeeper shook his head foy
When did you see her last - Ma
Bout r.E2 o'ctnrE. reckon: ~. =,