The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-09-17
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cred no proof by this rifling of her
bag. q
Farriss' letter contained nothing of
interest except the fact that Enright
had also left for the West He in
structed her to be on the lookout for
him in Haskell, added line or two
| of suggestions, and ordered her 10 pro-
coed with caution, as her quest might
prove TO be a dangerous one.
Miss Donovan thought rapidly and
clearly, more than ordinarily eager 10
solve this mystery. 1t was Frederick
Cavendish who had formerly been the
partner Of Jim Westcott. This was
why no answer had come to the tele-
grams and letters the latt@ had sent
East What had become of them? Had
| they fallen into the hands of these
others? Was this the true reason for
Beatons presence in Haskell, and also
| why the La Rue woman had been
hastily sent for?
Westcott's discovery was not even
proven yet; Its value had not been
! definitely established; 1t was Of COM
paratively small Importance contrast
ed with the known wealth left by the
murdered man In the East. No, there
must be some other cause for this sud
| den visit to Colorado. But what? She
| gave little credence to the vague sus-
pcions advanced by valois; that was
altogether too impossible, too melodra-
matte, this thought of the substitution
of some other body. No doubt there
had been crime committed. Its object
the attainment Of money, but without
question the cost had been the life of
Frederick Cavendish.
The harsh clang Of the dinner-bell
from the porch below aroused her to q
sense Of hunger.
Ten minutes later Timmons. guilt
less of any coat, but temporarily lay
Ing aside his pipe as special act of
courtesy. escorted her into the dining
room and seated her at table be-
tween the two front windows. Evil
IDENTIFY this was reserved for the more
distinguished guests-travellng men
and those payiag regular day rates
for its only other occupant was an On
dividual in a check suit.
A waitress, a red-haired, slovenly
girl, with an impeachment in her speech
took her order and disappeared in the
direction of the kitchen. and Miss
Donovan discreetly lifted her eyes to
observe the man sitting nearly OPP
poslte. He was not prepossessing,
no In or ntl 1t
and the probability that he would nd
dress her II the slightest opportunity
occurred.
Che waitress spread out the various
dishes before her, and she glanced at
them hopelessly. AS she lifted her
gaze she met that of her vis-a-vis fair
ly, and managed to smile.
"Some chuck" he said in an at
tempt at ood-fellowship, "but not
to remind you Of the Waldorf-Astoria."
II should say not" she answered
testing one of her dishes cautiously.
but why associate me with New
York;"
"You can't hide those things In n
joint like this. When did you leave
New York;"
"Oh, more than a week ago." she
lied gracefully.
He stroked his moustache.
"Then I suppose you haven't much
late New York news? Nothing start
ling, I mean?"
mo; only what has been reported in
the western papers. do not recall
anything particularly interesting" She
dropped her eyes to her plate and
busted herself with piece OF tough
beef. "The usual murders. of course,
and things of that kind"
There was moments silence, then
! the man laughed as though slightly I'll
at ease. Whatever brought girl like
you down In hereT" =
She smiled. :.
I'm feature writer; Tn doing a
series on the West for Scribbler's,"
she told him. II visit New Mexico
next, but I'm after something else u
sides a description of mountains and
men; I'm also going to hunt up an old
friend interested In mining, who told
l hV IL SfNi MI put tiiiS WY tuust
look him up. He was continually sing
ing this valleys charms, and so here
am. And I'm planning great sur
prise on him. And. OF course, I'm lit
orally drinking In atmosphere-to say
nothing Of local color. which seems
mostly to be men and revolvers."
The man opposite wet his lips with
his tongue in an effort to speak, but
the girl r'as busy eating and appar-
emily paid no attention. Her. calm In.
difference convinced him THAT her
words were entirely innocent. and his
ludacity returned.
| SWELL" he ventured. do You agree
with this prospector friend?"
"The scenery, you meanT" CHANGING
up brightly. ''why. II is wonderful of
course. and I am NOT at all sorry hav-
ing made the Journey. although It
hardly compares with Tennessee Pass