The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-11-16
CHAPTER XIII.

Fairchild did not show the Item to
Harry. There was little that Il could
accomplish, and besides, he felt that
| his comrade had enough TO think
about. The unexpected turn of the
coroner's inquest had added to the
heavy weight OF Harry's troubles; 1t
meant the probability in the future of
grand jury investigation and the
| possible Indictment as accessory after
| the fact In the murder Of "Sissie"
Larsen. Not that Fairchild had been
influenced In the slightest by the tes-
| timOny Of Crazy Laura; the presence
Of Squint EodaIne and his son had
shown too plainly that they were con
Injected In some way with II, that, In
fact, they were responsible. An op-
portunity had ariren for them, and
| they had seized upon II. More. there
came the shrewd opinion Of old Moth
or Howard, once Fairchild and Harry
| had reached the boarding house and
gathered in the parlor for their con
sultntlcn
"Ain't II what said right IN the
beglnning" Mother Howard asked.
She'll kill for that man, II necessary.
| II wasn't as hard as you think-all
Squint Rodalne had to do was to act
nice to her and promise her a few
things that he'll squlrm out of later
on, and she went on the stand and
lied her head or"
But for crazy woman"
! "Laura's crazy-and she amt crazy.
I've seen that woman as sensible and
as shrewd as any sane woman who
ever drew breath. Then again, I've
seen her when I wouldn't get within
fifty miles OF her. Goodness only
knows what would happen to person
who fell into her clutches when she's
got one OF those Immortality streaks
on"
zone OF those what7" Harry looked
up In surprise.
Immortality. That's why you1l
find her snenklng around graveyards
at night gathering herbs and taking
them 10 that old house on the George
Vile road, where she lives, and brew
ing them into some sort of concoction
that she sprlnkles on the graves. She
believes that It's sure system of
! bringing Immortality to person.
Polson-that's about what II ls."
Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"POlson's what she isl" he ex-
claimed. "Aln't il enough that I'm ac-
cused OF every crime in the calendar
without 'er getting me mixed up in a
murder? And" this time he looked
at Fairchild with dolorous eyes
"ow re we going to furnish bond this
time, II the grand jury indicts me?"
I'm afraid there won't be any"
Mother Howard set her lips for a
minute, then Strengthened proudly.
"Well, l guess there will It's bond
able--and I guess I've got few
things that are worth something
few friends that I can 20 to. / don't
see why | should be left out of every
thing, just because I'm womanw
"Lor' love your Harry grlnned, his
eyes showing plainly that the world
was again good for him and that his
troubles, as far as few slight
charges of penitentiary offenses were
concerned, amounted TO very little in
his estimation. Harry had habit of
living just for the day. And the sup
port OF Mother Howard had wiped
out all future difficulties for him. The
fact that convictions might await him
and that the heavy doors at Canon
City might yawn for him made little
difference right now. Behind the great
bulwark Of his mustache, his big lips
spread In n happy announcement OF
Joy. and the world was good.
Silently, Robert Falrchld rose and
left the parlor for his own room. Some
way he could not force himself to
shed his difficulties in the same light,
airy way as Harry. Looking back he
could see now that his dreams had
led only to catastrophes. From the
very beginning, there had been only
trouble, only fighting, fighting, fight
ing against insurmountable odds
which seemed to throw him ever
deeper into the mlre of defeat, with
every onslaught. The Rodalnes had
played with stacked cards. and so far
I every hand had been theirs. Fair.
child suddenly realized that he was
all but whipped, that the psyche
logical advantage was all on the side
| of Squint Rodaine, his son, and the
crazy woman who did their bidding
More. another hope had gone gllmmer'
ing; even had the announcement NOT
come forth that Anita Richmond had
/ given her promise TO marry Maurice
Rodaine. the action of coroner's
Jury that night had removed her from
hope forever A son OF a man who
, has been called slayer has little
right to love woman, even II tina,
woman has bit OF mystery about
, her. All things can be explained
but murderl
II was growing late, but Falrchild
did not seek bed. Instead he sat by
, the window. staring out at the shad
r ows of the mountains. out at the free
! pure night, and yet at nothing After
} a long time, the door opened. and q