The spectator., 1921-03-08

enough, and 1t seems the revolver found on the scene of the crime had his initials, J T.'-Jim Travers, cut in the grip. In fact, he admits the re vOlver is-- Whats wrong. Miss Har- ris? Are you ill?"
 Beulah's breath had stopped at the mention of Travers' name. and she staggered to chair. Harris, too. was overcome.
 "We knew hin, down east" Beulah exclaimed. when she had somewhat re- covered her composure. .'I could not have thought it possible"
 T didn't think he would have car ried it that far said Harris, at length, speaking very slowly and sadly. "Jim, Jim, you've made worse mis- take than mine"
 Mary learned of the disclosure in a few minutes and followed Beulah up- stairs.
 "You poor child!" she cried. as she overlook her daughter.
 Its not me- she shot back. "1t's Jim He must be saved, some way. It's impossible to think-I won't think it, no matter what they say. Let them find what they like! But he's in hole, and we've got to get him out"
 The mother shook her head with some recollection of the blindness of love. And yet her own heart refused to accept any idea of guilt on the part of Travers.
 II Want to be alone. mother. said BenIah. Il want to be alone, to think. I'm going down by the river"
 As she strode rapidly through the paths in the cottonwoods the girl gradually became conscious Of one dominating impulse in her maze of emotions. She must see Jim. She must see him at once. She must see him alone. There were things to be said that needed-that admitted-no witness. She knew that. Arthurs or one of the men would willingly ride to town for her, or with her, but this was a task for her alone. They must know nothing until 1t was over. x Outwartily calm. but inwardly burn ing with impatiencc, she returned to the house and went through the form of eating supper. Then she dallied through the evening, giving her at- tentiOn to Allan until all the house. hold, except her mother. had gone to bed.
 Il will watch with Allan tonight" her mother said. You need rest more than l do Lie down in my room and try to get soma sleep.
 Her mother kissed her. and Beulah went to her room. But not to sleep. When silence filled all the house she slipped gently down the stairs, through the front yard, and into the corral. Fortunately her horse had been sta bled. She harnessed him with some difficulty in the darkness, and threw herself into the saddle. For 100 yards she walked him; then she drew him of the hard road on to the grass and loOsed him into trot. Half mile from the house she was swinging at hard gallop down the dark valley. More than once even the sure-footed ranger almost fell over the treacher- Ous badger holes. but she had learned to ride like the saddle itself. and she merely frightened the rein and urged him faster.
 At a crossing her horse almost col lided with boy returning home from some late errand. "Oh. Mir. Boy" she said. Come here, please. want you to help me"
 The boy approached hesitatingly, as though suspicious that some kind of trick were being played on him.
 "Can you tell me-" she said, in low voice, ''where the jail Is! I'll give you $1 if you do."
 "There ain't no Jail here. miss." he replied frankly. evidently satisfied that the question was bona fide. There's coop. hut you wouldn't give dime to see it. It's just kind of she'd" That's just what l want to find" she continued. ''and I'll give you St to show me where it .s"
 Easy pickin'." said the boy. "Steer your horse along this way"
 tie icu HeF tHrpuSH tHe futlu puIt of the town, to where one-story build ing, somewhat apart. stood aloof in the darkness.
 Some coop, ain't itf" said her guide, with boyish irony. My dad says that's what we git fer votin' against the gov erment. The fire trucks in the front end. an there's a cell with bars be- hind. Do you want to see that. toO?"
 "Yes. that's what I want to see, but l can find IL myself now. thank you"
 She dismounted and made her way to the back of the building. She saw the outline of door, which was uE- doubtedly locked. and further down the same wall was little square win dow. with bars on IL. There appeared to be only one cell. so there was no problem of locating the right one.
 She stole up along the wall. but the window was too high for her. Search- ing about the filtered yarrl she fOund