Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-08-21


her hand frankly. You believe in me
now, Mr.. Westcott?"
Absolutely; indeed l think / al
ways have"
Always think so, please, no mat
ter what happens I was nearly wild
until | got the note to you; was so
afraid you would leave the hotel. We
must trust each other"
He stood before her. his hat In
hand. a strong, robust figure, his
bronzed face clearly revealed; the
sunlight making manifest the gray
hair about his temples. To Miss Done
van he seemed all man, instinct with
character and purpose. a virile type
of the out-of-doors.
ITO the DEATH" and his lips and
eyes smiled. II believe in you ut
terly."
Thank you. Good-by."
He watched her climb the bank and
emerge upon the bridge. He still
stood there, bareheaded. when she
turned and smiled back at him, wav.
| ing her hand. Then the slender fig
! ure vanished and he was left alone.
moment later, Westcott was strid-
| ing up the trail, intent upon plan
to entrap Lacy.
They would have felt less confident
in the future could they have over
heard a conversation being carried on
| in a room of the Timmons house. 1t
| was Miss La Rue'S apartment, pos
| sessing two windows, but furnished in
a style so primitive as to cause that
fastdious young lady to burst into
| laughter when she first entered and
| gazed about. Both her companions
| followed her. laden with luggage, and
| Beaten, sensing instantly what had
thus affected her humor dropped his
! bag on the floor.
IT'S the best there is here" he pro-
| tested. "Timmons has held 1t for yOu
three days If you feel like kicking
| about this room, you ought to see some
Of the others-mine, for instance. or
the one Timmons put that other wom-
an in"
! Ou- VS. SIit SdAtls Hb0iDE n SEAT
and caring at him. THAT reminds
me- Did you say there was a girl here
from New York? Sit down. Mr. En-
right, and let's talk. Hows the door,
Ned?
| He opened 1t and glanced out into
the hall, throwing the bolt as ne came
back
"AH right, Celeste, but wouldn't
talk quite so loud; the partitions are
not very tight"
mo objections TO a cigarette, sup
| pose" and she produced a case.
Thanks; now feel better-certain-
ly, light up. Well. Ned, the first thing
want to know is, who is this other
New York skirt, and how did she hap
pen to blow in here just at this time?"
Beaton completed the lighting Of his
cigar. hingng the match carelessly out
! Of the window.
ooh, she's all right" he said easily.
Gust an innocent kid writer for
Scribbler's who's trying to make good
writing about the beautiful scenery
around here Her name is Donovan.
Her fathers a big contractor and has
money TO burn"
'Djd YOU ever hear the beat Of that,
| Enright? Neddy is about to feather
his nest. Well, go on"
"That's about all, ] guess, only she
amt nothin' you need be afraid of"
"Sure not. with watchdog like you
on guard But If you ask me. I don't
like the idea OF her happening in here
! Just at this time. This is no place
/ for an innocent child" and she looked
about, her lip curling Lord, ] should
say not. DO you happen to remember
any New York contractor by that
name. Mr. Enrighf?"
The rotund lawyer, his feet elevated
on the window-slI, a cigar between
his lips, shook his head in emphatic
| dissent.
Not lately; there was Tim DonO-
van who had a pull in the subway
| excavstion-he was a Tamnany man
but he died, and was never married.
What's the girl look like?"
hdiNeT eitUubTs WIFI Drown mar
sorter coppery In the sur, and gray
eyes that grow dark when she's in
terested. About twenty-three or four
/ should say"
did you get her full name?"
Sure; it's on the register-Stella
| Donovan"
Enright lowered his feet to the r,
a puzzled look on his face, hlsnd e.
clinched on his cigar. relie1
Hold on a bit tn / think" he
tered "That sounds mighty faIerS.
Stella Donovanl BY fha Lordsiis
heard that name before sOr.ewT zee
| all, have it-she's on the New Nil
| Star. I've seen her name slgn.eiI a.
| articles in the sunday editionrotr.
pet shes me glri. IS, ca
"a New YORK newspaperwC
well. what do you suppose she bottl
| Ing ont. here? After us1"
Enright had a grip on himself
and slowly rellt his cigar. ieGrST
back. and staring out the window