American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-08-26
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J She smiled up at him quickly.
II already have had proof Of that. |
| II am only hoping that you will be-
lleve Newell. that yourl forget some
thing"
"You mean"
Yes" she countered quickly, a.
though to cut Off his explanation. ut
seemed like a great DEAL Yet 1t was
nothing at all. would feel much hap.
pier II were sure you had disre-
garded IT,"
| Fairchild looked at her for long
time. studying her with his serious
blue eyes, wondering about many
things, wishing that he knew more Of
women and their ways. At last ~
said the thing that he felt. the straight
forward outburst Of a straightforward
| man:
you're not going to be offended II
tell you something's
Certainly not"
"The sheriff came along just after
you had made the turn. He was look
Ing for an auto bandit"
"A whatY' She stared mt him with
wide-open, almost laughing eyes. But
you don't believe"
He was looking for a man." said
Fairchild quietly. IL told him that
hadn't seen anything but--a boy.
was willing to do that then-because
I couldn't believe that girl like you
would" Then he stumbled and halt
ed. A moment he sought speech while
/ she smiled up at him. Then out II
came: IL don't care what II was.
III like you. Honest, I do. ] liked
you 30 much when I was changing
that tire that I didn't even notice II
when you put the money In my hand.
I-well. you're not the kind Of q girl
who would do anything really wrong.
II might be q prank-Or something
like that-but 1t wouldn't be wrong.
$3.50 there's an end to It."
Il Again she laughed softly. in way
tantalizing to Robert Fairchild. a.
though she were making game Of him.
"what do you know about women"
she asked finally. and Fairchild told
the truth.
"NOthing."
Then" the laugh grew heartier,
, finally. however. to die away. The
, girl put forth her hand. But won't
say what I was going to. II wouldn't
sound right. I hope that IL live up
to your estimation of me. At least
IL I'm thankful to you for being the man
: you are. And won't forget !"
, And once more her hand had rested
4 L. hta email ,.,o r,., on rasatpo thin
In spite Of the purely casual GRASP
| Of an impersonal action. Again Rob
, ert FaIrchild felt thrill that was new
to him, and he stood watching her un
I'll she had reached the motor cal
1 which had brought her to the biz
4 curve. and had faded down the hill
Then he went hack TO assist the sweat
a ing workmen and the anxious-facet
o Sam Herb@felder. The water wal
! down seventy feet,
J. That night Robert Falrchild sough
few hours sleep. Two days after tn,
A town still divided its attention be
n tween preparations for the Old Time
A dance and the progress In the dewater
!, ing OF the Blue Poppy shaft. Nov
!, and then the long hose was withdrawn
a and dynamite lowered on floats to tn
r. surface Of the water, far below, a cor
: per wire trailing IT, A push of tn
!, plunger. a defamation, and wait o
- long moments; II accomplished moth
a ing. and the pumping went on. II tn
= earthly remains OF Harry Harlkin
were below, they steadfastly refuse
to come To the surface.
z The water had fallen to the levi
l. / of the drift, two hundred feet down
" the pumps now were working on tn
II main flood which still lay below.
re A day more and day after tina
u The water was now only few fet
20 high in the shaft; II meant that Ii
'r whole great opening, together with Ii
X drift tunnel. soon would be dewatere
e. to an extent sufficient to permit I
r. exploration. Again the motor cal
= ground up the narrow roadway. On
W side the tunnel the crowds gathere
r. Fairchild saw Anita Richmond m
e. gritted his teeth at the fact that your
IN Rodaine accompanied her Farther
OF the background narrow eyes waite
ne ing closely. was Squint Rodaine. Al
re still farther
u Fairchild gnsped as he noticed Il
10 figure ,ploddlng down the mounta
side. He put out hand. then. seiziI
the nervous Herbenfelder by Il
re shoulder. whlrled him around.
/" 'Look - he exclaimed. Look Their
>. Didn't ! tell you Didn't ! have
hunchr
!. For. coming toward them jauntil
- slowly, was figure In beaming blu
az Fedora ON his head now. but wi
H. the rest of his wardrobe intact, yello
90 bump-toed shoes and all. Someo
~ shouted. Everybody turned. And
A they did so. the figure FASTENED
" pace. A moment later, boomil
voice sounded, the unmlstakable vol