Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-06-03
BARRELS GUEST
BY JACK LAYTON.



For days Barrie had ridden the
lovely trad assessed by hunger for
CompWiou>hin which he had never
heretofore known. Even the gruir H.
liicuie guide whom ne had left far
below, would now be welcome. And
ais Barrie travelled his lonely paths, ne
wondered if the clue which led him
to th,s desolate spot might not be
false after all In a spirit of euthu
SiaSuC confidence he had offered his
service in seeking out The supposed
detauIter of the bank, in which his
own father was president.
Detectives, it was proven. had been
ut sea in their suspicious, and Barrie,
In moment of inspiration. had put
his finger mentally upon the culprit
and then had offered to take an adj
venturouS trip to the far mountains,
where Glen Gordon was supposed to
be hiding
Glen Gordon had served faithfully
for many years in the bank where
Barrie. under his father, was en-
ployed And when Glen Gordon's
name was furnishing the sensation of
city dailies. Gordon himself complete
" disappeared
As Barrie's father--in last hope
of proving his old employees honesty
had provided necessary bail, the
flight was more distressing. But now
Rappia hot h., al .rtx nv
an old servant of the Gordon's, had
been misleading, and his own offered
service useless.
Then, far above in a clearing, the
young man beheld a small cabin;
smoke came from it's chimney, and
Barrie eagerly pressed his horse for
ward. The sight of human habtation
was at least comforting. And as he
approached, n young woman turned.
At sight of her, Barrie's eyes reflected
the establishment of her own.
Barrie broke the silence. Peg par
don" he said ~ have travelled far,
without finding Il resting place, May
| rest here? And perhaps trespass
further upon your hospitality in ask
ing for food? A glass of milk or
piece of bread would be gratefully
received
When she reappeared at the door
of the cabin bearing n light table, Bar
RE FASTENED to relieve her, carrying
it at the girls direction to the shelter
Of tree. Sharpness was still in the
air and he would have preferred in
doors. But when his enforced hostess
came presently. she carried a basket
of cakes and Observation-Disclosures and
a pot of Steaming tea. And as she
served him, Barrie noted the soft
Wilderness Of her hands.
ut is unusually good fortune TO en-
joy the hospitality of one of my own
country women in such a desolate
place. he said.
The girl with an enigmatical smile
ignored the suggested question.
when you feel refreshed you will
kindly ride on your way" she re-
turned.
TN afraid" Barrie said decidedly
information for which | came. ! am
trying to locate a Mr.. Glen Gordon
being the bearer of news to his adj
vantage"
Though the girls face paled. her
blue eyes regarded steadily the self.
imposed detective.
"Mr. Gordon is not here" she re-
piled. you may search the cabin,
If you wish. I occupy it alone"
Barrie stared. then laughed incredu-
lousy,
"Alone in this wilderness?" he ex-
claimed. Nov, why you do that?'
The girl gathered up the tea cups.
81 have answered you" she said
you are the first living person whom
| heard speak in two months"
Over her shoulder she nodded to
him. Good night" she said mean
ingly
Barrie did not search the cabin
hut when he was again upon a lower
level he looked up at the house in the
clearing, and he saw the girl wave
NlllF Nlbllls XIV IlE VIII II Illltt ulS-
tinct signals. Then Barrie saw a
mans tall figure-so the girl had lied,
rs he suspected
He rode on TO intercept the man
and as the man came Barrie recOg-
rized the one for whom he sought
Glen Gordon. trapped and frightened
The older mans CHASTITY face turned
crimson rs the young one, alightlng,
clasped his hands as the hands Of q
friend
Its all rtght''-Gordon realized the
young mans words Mt last-T came
to tell you that we are aware Of your
innocence | was lucky enough 10 hit
upon the guilty devil, and he con
fessed-Bains, your assistant. But
look here, man: why did you run
away? You must have known that II
would come out rlght?'
Inarticulate, tears rolling down his
cheeks. Glen Gordon stood Then he
drew a paper from his pocket and
wrote:
1T was nerve shock; lost my power