The Raymer enterprise., 1922-10-05

dreamed that ! was anyone else but
the Swede-my head was tipped for.
ward. So they couldn't see my fea.
lures. We drove outside town and
stopped. Then We said goodby. and ]
put on an old dress that had brought
with me and sneaked back home. No.
body knew the difference"
But Larsen-?'
you know as much as I do, Son. "
"You never saw Larsen again|
81 never saw any Of them. That
was the end"
But Rodaine-T
He's still here. You'll hear from
hlm-plenty soon. could see that,
the minute Blindeye Bozeman and
Taylor Bill began taking your meas.
ure. You noticed they left the table
before the meal was over? 1t was to
tell Rodaine."
Then hen fight me. too?
Mother Howard laughed-and her
voice was harsh.
"Rodaine's a rattlesnake. His sons
rattlesnake. His wIfe's crazy-Old
Crazy Laura. He drove her that way.
She lives by herself. In an old house
on the Georgeville road. And she'd
kill for him. even II he does beat her
when she goes to his house and begs
him to take her back. That's the kind
Of a crowd II is. Just to put q good
finish on It all. the young 'un moves
In the best society In town and spends
most Of his time trying to argue the
former district judges daughter into
marrying him. So there you are.
That's all Mother Howard knows,
Son."
She turned to the door and then
turning, patted FairchIld on the shoul.
der.
Boy" came quietly, you've got q
broad back and a good head. Rodalne
beat your father-don't let him beat
you. And always remember one
thing: Old Mother Howard's played
the game before, and she'll play II
with you-dark streets aren't exactly
the place for you"
Robert Falrchlld obeyed the in
structlons, victim Of many q conjec-
ture. many an attempt at reasoning
as he sought sleep that was far away.
Again and again there rose before
him the vision Of two men In an open
buggy. with person between them
whom Ohadi believed to be an effemi.
nate-volced Swede; In reality, only q
woman. And why had they adopted
the expedient? Why had not Larsen
been with them In reallty7 1t was
hours before Fairchild found sleep,
and even then 1t was q thing of
troubled visions.
Streaming sun awakened him, and
he hurried to the dining room to find
himself the last lodger at the tables.
He ate a rather hasty meal, made
more so by an impatient waitress,
then with the necessary papers In his
pocket, Falrchild started toward the
courthouse and the legal procedure
which must be undergone before he
made his first trip to the mine.
A block or two, and then Falrchild
suddenly halted. Crossing the street
at an angle just before him was a
young woman whose features, whose
mannerisms he recognized. The whip
cord riding habit had given place now
to a tailored suit which deprived her
OF the boylshness that had been so
apparent on their first meeting. The
cap had disappeared before close
fitting. varicolored turban. But the
straying brown hair still was there,
the brown eyes, the plquant little nose
and the prett!ly formed lips. Fair.
child's heart thumped-nor did he stop
to consider why. A Quickenng Of his
pace, and he met her Just as she
stepped TO the curbing
I'm so glad of this opportunity"
he exclaimed happily. II want to re-
turn that money to you. IL was so
fused yesterday / didn't realize"
Aren't you mistaken" She looked
at him with slight smile. Falrchild
did not catch the infection.
"Oh. no. I'm the man, you know,
who helped you change that tire on
the Denver road yesterday"
Pardon me-" This time one brown
eye had wavered ever so slightly, in.
dicating someone behind Falrchlld.
But | wasn't on the Denver road
yesterday, and II you'll excuse me for
saying so, don't remember ever hav.
Ing seen you before"
There was little light In her eyes
which took away the sting Of the de-
nial, light which seemed to urge eau.
ton, and at the same time to tell Fair.
child that she trusted him to do his
part as gentleman In thing she
wished forgotten. More fused than
ever, he drew back and bent low in
apology, while she passed on. Half q
block away. a young man rounded a
corner and, seeing her, fastened to
Join her. She extended her hand
they chatted moment, then strolled
up the street together. Falrchild
watched blankly, then turned at a
chuckle just behind him emanating
from the bearded lips Of an old miner,
loafng on the stone coping In front
Of small store.
"Plck the wrong Ally pardner?"
came the query. FalrchIld managed
to smile.