Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1920-07-23

you've both been more than kind"
she said gratefully.
Ell, ma'am," Dan deprecated,
shat warn't nothin'r' And he hurried
into the street as loud cries sounded
outside.
Goodnight, Miss Donovan" West
colt said simply IF you are ever
frightened or in need of friend, call
on me. I'll be in town two days yet,
and after that Pete here can get word
to me-" Then. with an admiring. hon
est gaze, he searched her eyes mo-
ment before he turned and strolled to-
ward the rude cigar case.
"All right, now, ma'am?" Pete Tim
mons said, picking up her valise. The
girl nodded. and together they went up |
the rude stairs to her room, where
| Timmons paused at the door.
''Well, I'm glad you're here" ne
said, moving away. We've been wait
In for you to show. may be wrong.
ma'am, but I'd bet my belt that you're
/ the lady that's been expected by Ned
1 Beaten"
you're mistaken" she replied
shortly.
AS she heard him chatter down the
stairs Miss Stella Donovan OF the
| New York Star knew that her visit
would not be in vain.
The miner waited, leaning against
the desk. Timmons came down the
stairs, eager to ask questions.
Lady friend o. yours, Jim2' he
asked. IF I'd a knowed she wus
comm I'd a saved better room"
II have never seen her until @onight,
Pete. She got off the train and Car
son asked me to escort her uptown--it
was dark, you know"
what do you suppose she's come
yere for7"
mot the slightest idea; / take 1t
that's her business"
"Sure; but a Teller can't help won
derin', can he? Donovan" he unused,
peering at the name; that's Irish, 1
take it--hey2"
: "suspiciously so; you are some de-
tective, Pete. I'll give you another
clue-her eyes are Irish gray"
He sauntered across to the stove
and stood looking idly at the card
; PLAYERS. blue wreaths of tobacco smoke
! circling up from the bowl of his pipe,
e Some one opened the street door, let
: fling IN babel of noise. and walked
: heavily across the office floor West
colt turned aboRt to observe the new
conner. He was a burly, red-faceo
man, who had evidently been drinking
heavily. yet was not greatly under the
! influence of liquor, dressed In
s. checked suit of good cut and fashion
= but hardly in the best OF taste. ~
bore ali the earmarks Of a CONNER
= ciaI traveller of certain sort--a domi
i. neering personality, making up b!
4 sheer nerve what he might lack II
q, brains. But for his words the mine
r would have given the fc2iOw no furthe
y thought.
y "Say. Timmons," he burst fort
ie noisily, and striding over to the desl
Y 'the marshal tells me dame blew !
- from New York tonight-is she regis
4 tered hare?"
% The landlord showed the book FOL
- y ward with one finger on the last sii
- nature.
er "Yep," he said shortly, "but she ain
~ the one you wuz lookin' for-l aske
= her that, furst thing
81 "steila Donovan-huh! That's
~ name ever | heard what's she loo
a like? Dark or iight2"
"a "Waal, sorter medium, should say
brown hair with bit O red in 1t, a
a pair o. gray eyes full of fun-son
girl, to my notion"
90, The questioner struck his fist on Il
nm wood sharply.
"a "WeiI. what the devil do you su
he pose such a woman has come to tn
hole clear from New York for, Til
~ mons? What's her game. anyhow?
rst blessed If know" and the pr
al prietor seated himself on high sto
the II didn't ask no questions like tina
NJ. maybe the gent by the stove the
air might give yer all the information
want. He brought her up from the
cd poo. an, kin talk English. Say, il
hig this we're IS shorthorn frum N
Ian York, named Beaton. an he seems
nnd be powerfully interested in skirts
ere Beaton, Mr.. Jim Westcott."
The two men looked at each 9th
uSi- the miner stepping SiASnSS ~ -
the and knocking the ashes out OF
unk pipe. Beaton laughed. assuming
nom semhlance of good nature.
OBJ my. questions were prompted 81
riff " by curiosity" he explained,
The IDENTIFY not wholly at ease. Il was
the pecting young woman, and thou
lob. this new arrival might prove TO be
friend"
cite. Hardly" returned Westeott DR..
vice AS the landlord INFORMED sou'
Pete Donovan is lady.
we're II he expected TINS shot TO 4aAe
egls feet he was disappointed. for the