The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-06-18
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anu as they hurried along in the silent
night she felt that above all he was
| dependable. as If. too. she had known
him months, aye years. instead of a
scant hour. And in this strange coun-
try she needed a friend
wow that I've laid bare my past"
he was saying. don't YOU think you
might tell me why you are hereT'
! The girl stiffened. To say that she
was from the New York Star would
close many avenues of information 70
her. No. the thing TO do was TO adopt
some "stalI' that would enable her to
( idle about as much as she chose Then
the mad horseInan gave her the idea.
"Oh - she exclaimed. Il. forgot
hadn't mentioned it, I'm assigned by
Scribbler's Magazine to do an article
on The Old West. Is II Really Gomez
and, Mr.. Westcott. / think l have
lovely start
A few moments later she thanked
I Providence for her precaution. for her
companion resumed the story of his
mining claim.
ITS might funny / haven't heard
from that partner IT isn't like him
I've waited every night at the depot.
No, its not like Pep even If he does
take his leisure at the College club"
Miss Donovan's spine tingled at the
mention of the name. Pep she muir
INJURED. trying TO be calm. what was
his other name?"
'Cavendish.' Westcott replied
FREDERICK Cavendish.'
a gasp almost escaped the girls
lips. Here, within an hour she had
linked the many eastern clues of the
Cavendish affair with one in the West.
Was ever a girl so lucky? And imme-
diately her brain began to work furi-
ously as she walked along.
a sudden turn about the base of a
large cliff brought them TO Haskell. q
single street running up the broaden
ing valley, lined mostly with shacks.
although few more pretentious
buildings were scattered here and
there. while an occasional tent tapped
its diScolored canvas in the night wind.
They went forward Westcott watch
full and silent, the valise in one hand.
the other grasping her arm. The mar
row stretch of sidewalk was jammed
with men, surging in and out through
the open door of saloon, and the
two held to the middle of the road,
which was lined with horses tied TO
long poles. Men reeled out into the
street, and occasionally the sharp
crack Of some frolicsome revolver
punctuated the hoarse shouts and
bursts of drunken laughter. No other
woman was visible. yet, apparently. no
particular attention was paid TO their
progress. But the stream of men
thickened perceptibly, until Westcott
was obliged to shoulder them aside
good-humoredly in order To open a
passage. He released her arm and
suddenly gripped the shoulder of a
man passing. He was the town mar
shall.
''Say. Dan, reckon this is your busy
night, but I wish you'd help me run
this lady through as far as Timmons;
this bunch of longhorns appear to be
milling. and we're plum stalled"
The man turned and stared at them.
Short. stockily built, appearing at first
view almost grotesque under the broad
brim of his hat, Stella, recognizing the
marshal. was conscious only of clean
shaven face. a square jaw and pair
of stern blue eyes.
"Oh. is that you. Jim?" he asked,
briefly. Lord. I don't see why a big
boob like you should need a guardian.
The lady? Pardon me, madam" and
he touched his hat. "Stand back there,
you fellows. Come on, folks.'
The little marshal knew his bust
ness. and il was also evident that the
crowd knew the little marshal. Drunk
and quarrelsome as many of them
were. they made way-the more OBJ
streperous sullenIy, but the majority
in a spirit of rough good humor. The
three passed straight through the
surging mass in the man-crowded lob
by of the disreputable hotel.
At the desk. wide-eyed with excite
ment Miss Donovan took a service
worn pen proffered by landlord Pete
Timmons, whose gray whiskers were
as unkempt as his hotel. and regis
tered her name.
"a telegram came today for you
and tossed it over.
MISS DoHONdn TORE IL open. IL NtS |
from Farriss. II read:
IF any clues. advise Immediately. |
Willis digging hard. Letter of instruc- |
ton follows. FARRIS."
The girl folded the message. thrust |
ii in her jacket pocket, then turning to !
the marshal and Westcott, gave each |
a firm hand.
you've both been more than kind"
she said gratefully.
H. ma'am." Dan deprecated. !.
that warn't nothin'l'' And he hurried |
into the street as loud cries soun6ei |
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 get /:
and after that Pete here can get vozc
to me-" Then, with an admiring. hon |
est gaze, he searched her eyes a 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 ur |
the rude stairs to her room, where