The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-03-10

head and the motion caused the eye
lids to iutter. Slowly the eyes opened,
and stared up into the face bending
over him. The wounded man breathed
heavily. the dull stare In his eyes
changing to look Of bewildered In
telligences
"Where am II" he asked thickly.
"Oh. yes, 1 remember; was shot.
Who are your"
Il am Jim Westcotts do you remem,
ber met"
The searching eyes evidenced no
sense Of recollection.
! NO." he said, struggling to make
the words clear. 81 never heard that
name before"
Miss Donovan came forward, the
! lamp In her hand. the light shining
full In her face.
but you told me you were Mr..
Cavendish." she exclaimed, "and Mr..
Westcott was an old friend Of his
surely you must remember7"
He looked up at her. and eudeav.
ored to smile, yet ior the moment did
not answer. He seemed fascinated by
the picture she made, as though some
vision had suddenly appeared before
him.
IL remember you," he said at
last. "You-you are Miss Donovan,
I'LL never forget you; but never saw
this man before-Im sure Of that"
"And I am equally convinced as to
the truth Of that remark" returned
Westcott, ~but why did you call your
self Cavendishr
because that is my name--why
shouldn't II"
"Why, see here, man." and West
cott's voice no longer concealed his
indignation, you no more resemble
Fred Cavendish than 1 do; there is
not a feature In common between
you"
Erred Cavendishr'
Certainly; Of New York, who Dc
you think we were talking aboutr
'I've had no chance to think. I
claim my name Is Cavendish, and II
Is; but I've never once said I was
Fred Cavendish Of New York. II you
must know, I am Ferdinand Cav
endish Of Los Angeles"
Westcott permitted the mans head
to rest back on the floor. and he arose
TO his feet. He felt dazed. stunned,
ls though stricken O sudden blow.
"Good Godr he exclaimed. "What
ran all this mean7 You came from
New York clty3"
"Yes; had been there a month at.
sending to some business"
"And when you left for the coast,
Hou took the midnight train on the
New York Central7"
"Yes. I had intended taking an
earlier one. but was delayed"
"You bought return tickets ut the
! station?"
! mo; had return tickets; they had
to be validated"
"Then your name was signed to
them; what is your usual signatureq"
IF. Cavendish."
Il thought so. Stella, this has all
been a strange blunder, but IL Il per.
eectly clear how it happened. That
man Beaton evidently had never seen
Frederick Cavendish. He was simply
Informed that he would leave New
York on that train. He met this Cav.
endish on board. perhaps even saw
bis signature on the ticket, md cul-
tivated his acquaintance. The follow
never doubted but what he had the
right man."
The marshal Of Haskell came out Of
the bunk-house, and closed the door
carefully behind him. He was rather
proud OF his nights's work, and felt
quite confident that the disarmed Mexi-
cans locked within those strong log
walls. and guarded by Moore, with .
| loaded rifle acresS his knee, would re-
main quiet until daylight. Naturally,
and ordinarily, Mr.. Brennan was con-
siderable Of cynic, but Just now he
felt In q far more genial and sympa-
thetic mood.
"Jim's some man." he confided to
himself. uncOnsciously speaking uioud.
| An the girls nervy little thing--al.
mighty good lookin', too. I reckon it'll
cost me a months salary fer q weddin'
present, so maybe the jokes on me-"
His mind reverted to Mendez. give
thousand on the old cuss." ne nut.
tered gloomily. IAN somebody else got
the chance to pot him. Well, by hooky,
whoever 1t was sure did good Job
1t was thet shotgun cooked his goose,
judgin' from the way his face was
peppered. Five thousand dollcrs-oh,
| HIP
| His eyes followed the outline Of the
valley, able to distinguish the darker
silhouette of the cliffs outstanding
against the sky sprinkled with stars.
Far away toward the northern extrnm-
ity dull red glow indicated the pres
! ence Of a small fire.
"Herders." Brennan soliloqrized, his
thought instantly shifting. SLikely to
De two. maybe three Ov 'em out there ;
| an then there's them two on guard at
the head O. the trail. / reckon they're
wOnderin' what all this yere ShoOtin'
means; but 'tain't probable they'll kick
up any fuss yet awhile. We can handle
them all right, If they do. Hullo, there
What's comm nOw?"