The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-01-27
CHAPTER *.
Westcott Finds Himself Alone.

Westcott Finds Himself Alone.
1t never occurred to Westcott on his
escape through the darkness that his
nights adventure would in any way
endanger Miss Donovan. He was on
the property of La ROsita Mining COM
pany upon his own account, and not In
reference to the Cavendish case at all
or. at least, this last was merely in
cidental.
From where he lay he could see
across the bare, rock-strewn hillside to
the distant hut, outlined by the CLEAN
of light within, and perceive the black
silhouette Of the shafthouse. He could
dimly distinguish figures as they
passed in and out of the glare Of light, :
and was aware that Moore had been
found and carried within the hut, but
remained ignorant of the fact that the
leaving of knife in the window had
revealed his identity. There was no
attempt at pursuit, which gave him
confidence that Lacy failed to compre-
hend the importance Of what had been
overheard, yet he clung to his hiding
place until all the men had re-entered
the office.
1t was late the next morning before
Westcott rode into Haskell and,
stabling his horse, which bore all the
marks Of hard riding, proceeded to-
ward the Timmons house. He had
utilized, as best he could, the hours
since that cavalcade had departed
from La Rosita to put his own affairs
In order so that he might feel free to
camp on the consplratOrs' trail and
risk all in an effort to rescue Caven-
dish. The night had been q hard one,
but Westcott was still totally uncon-
scious of fatigue-hs whole thought
centered on his purpose. AS he rode
slowly up the street in the bright sun
light his mind reverted to Stella Dono-
van. Eager for the greeting which he
felt assured awaited him, he strobe
through the open door into the office.
The room was vacant, but as he
crossed the floor toward the desk the
proprietor entered the opening leading
into the barroom beyond.
Hello, Jim!' he cried at sight of
the other. Thought you'd be back,
but d it, yer too late-she's-she's
gone; almighty pretty girl, too. I told
the boys it was a blame shame fer
her ter run off thataway."
"Who has run OFF," And Westcott's
hand crushed down on the mans shoul-
der. "What.a you talking aboutr
ME! Let up, will yer? Yer was
here hopin' ter see that New York girl.
wasn't yer?"
Miss Donovan? Yes"
I'D forgot her name. Well, she
amt yere-shes left"
"Left-gOne from town."
Sure skipped out sudden in the
uight; took the late train East, reck-
on. Never sed no word to nobody
just naturally packed up her duds an
liked"
Wrstcott drew a deep breath.
"Surcly YOU do not mean she left
without any explanation? She must
have paid her bill"
"Oh, she was square enough-sure.
She left money an a note pinned to
her pillow; sed she'd just got a mes
sage calln' her home-want ter see
whut she wrote?"
"Iou bet l do, Timmons !"
Timmons waddlcd around behind the
desk and ran his hand into n drawer.
Evidently he considered the matter
huge Joke but WoStcott snatched the
paper from his fingers impatiently and
eagerly read the few hastily penciled
lines:
"liavc received message calling
me East AZ once. Shall take the night
train. and inclose sufficient money to
pay for my entertainment.
as. D."
He stared mt the words, deep
crenSc between his eyes. 1t was n
woman'S handwriting, and at first
glance there was nothing impossible in
such an action on her part. Yet it was
strange, if she had departed so sud
denly without leaving any message for
him. His eyes narrowed with aroused
suSp;"i .. aS lie looked up from the slip
of paper and confronted the amused
TimmOnS across the desk.
(To be continued)