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, ing hands-and their affair had
drifted on times broad bosom un-
til one tragic day, when the start
ling announcement of his engage
ment to a girl in New York.
where he was in college, had been
flashed to the home town papers.
Annette managed a friendly lit
tie smile in return and then
looked down devotedly at her
hymnal, refusing to meet his
searching eyes any more.
The regular pastor of st. Johns
introduced the Rev. Robert Mar
tin and told Of his eloquence
that had made him an outstand-
ing figure in the Episcopal Church
fold, too, that during the late
war he had been decorated for
his magnificent service to his
colleagues.
With not the tiniest flutter Of
the pulse to remind her that he
had once been sun and moon and
stars to her fervid young imagi-
nation, Annette sat quietly, listen
ing to every word Of Bob's. And
no awkward, unframed theolog.
ical student ever preached as
poor a sermon as Bob Martin
preached that day. Ills vocabu.
larry. instead Of being enriched
by study, seemed to have been
taken away.
She was running down the
steps to avoid speaking when
the tenor, his watcbful eye on
her every minute. Joined her.
Didn't I tell you that a chap
with q face and figure like that
couldn't preach?"
BY that time they had reached
Annette's sedan, parked near the
chapel door, and the tenor was
gallantly assisting her into it,
expecting, of course, to be asked
to ride home with her, when Bob
Martin pushed him aside and
with the well-remembered brav.
ado Of youth. coolly asked IL she
could give him a lift to the hotel.
"Is your wife with your" An
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ed the window. and. glancing out,
he saw that the river was blurred
and almost hidden from view in
driving mist. I'VE could almost
have been home by now" Anne
said ungraciously, though in her
heart she was grateful for the
warmth and shelter. She leaned
forward. holding her hands to the
flames. her eyes still wandering
curiously around her.
There were none Of the many
curios visible, Of which Tommy
had spoken 50 often with such
enthusiasm. The kitchen was al
most bare in its tidiness. An old
print of the Balaclava Charge
hung over the high mantleshelf.
on which stood q clock and q
couple Of pewter mugs. one Of
them filled with paper spills.
She asked an impulsive ques-
ton:
WHO does your work for you.
Mr.. Fernie?"
MY work? Do you mean who
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cleans the cottage. Miss Hard
ing? Well, ] clean 1t myself.
every bit Of It! and do my own
cooking, too! And I dare say
that's more than you can do.
Mr.. Smith," he added, looking up
at the Fortune Hunter.
"Oh. I've cooked many a meal
in my time" the Fortune Hunter
answered. laughing. And scrubbed
the floor Of many a shack. too.
I remember when I was In 'Fris-
CO." He broke off. as Anne
turned and looked up at him. the
color rising to her face.
"Oh. 30 you have been in
Frisco, then, after all?' she said
slowly.
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By A. Maria Crawford.
\ y EW preacher today" was
. the news the tenor Of
Y fered to Annette Fuller

the news tne IeIlOT Ol-
~ fered to Annette Fuller
when she entered the little room
back Of the choir loft where the
singers in old st. Johns were as
sembling a few minutes before
1880 one crisp Sunday morning.
"Wish I could skip out while he's
holding forth. Stunning looking
chap, six feet, broad of shoulder,
got a head on him like a young
Apollo. OF course, he'll turn out
to be an egotist divine instead of
the other way round as we usu-
ally say it, a divine egotist."
In her gray cloth and moleskin
wrap, Annette Fuller, charming
widow, made a picture to COM
pletely satisfy any eye, and it was
no wonder that the bass and
tenor moved to greet her at the
same time.
"A new preacher? Who is he?"
There was a note of eager interest
in Annette's soft voice.
IT didn't catch his name. He's
from up East and much too hand
some, as 1 remarked before, to
prove entertaining"
The deep. sonorous tones of the
organ sounded and the four sing
ers began ascending the steps that
led to the choir loft. Annette Full
Ter took her place and looked
down casually into the pulpit just
below. The new preacher was
looking around at her. and when
he smiled at her. she felt a throb
Of genuine emotion. The man
was Bob Martin, whom she had
adored for all the years Of her
youth. Bob Martin, who had been
a devil-may-dare and a devil.may.
care sort Of chap and a frightfully
clever philanderer among the girls
Of her set.
He had courted her with all the
wiles of a finished lover-she had
been eighteen and modelling clay
in his firm, smooth, heart-snatch-
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Copyright, 1922, by The Wheele
Syndicate, Inc.
Continued from Saturday,

Continued from Saturday,
HE Fortune Hunter made no
answer; he, too. was looking
u toward the cottage. He was
conscious of a queer sort of eager
ness to meet Fernie again; he
was curious to see what sort Of a
home the man had, and what
greeting he would give them.
As they neared the opposite
bank they saw that Fernie was
standing at the open door. his
slouched hat pulled down over his
eyes as usual, smoking placidly.
He watched them without
moving, until the punt entered
the waterway leading up past his
cottage; then he knocked the
ashes from his pipe and saun-
tered leisurely down the bank.
"A sudden shower" he said; he
made a clumsy sort of attempt to
raise his hat to Anne. you're
welcome to come In, Miss Har.
ding, and shelter"
There's really no need" she
answered hurriedly. We're SO
wet now that we might as well
20 straight home"
you're welcome, and I'Ye got
q fire in the, Kitchen" was his
only answer.
The Fortune Hunter was
already on the bank, and he held
out his hand to help Anne ashore.
Her fingers felt cold in his. and
he kept them in his hand for a
moment till she drew them away.
els the rain going to last, do
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The Story of an Adventurer, Who
Finding a Body in the Woods, Had
the Identity of the Dead Man
"Wished Upon" Him.

. Smith," he said in his dry, slow
= tones.
yes" the Fortune Hunter
started, looked up dazedly at the
old man, and back once more to
tho portrait.
"A pretty face. eh?" Fernie said
ironically. rs that what attracts
your notice. Mr.. Smith,
"Yes-no." the Fortune Hunter
answered incoherent1y. And then
"Who is 1t? Who Ii she?" he
asked Jerkily.
Ola Fernie laughed dryly; then
he pointed to the pictured face
with the stem OF his pipe.
'She was my wifev' he said. II
say was. because she left me
thirty years ago. and I reckon I
was more pleased to get rid Of her
than she was Of me-" ,...
CTo Be Continued TOmesrowJ
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hand and took down the framed
portrait of a woman which had
been pushed rather to the back
Of the shelf and hidden by one
Of the pewter pots.
It was an old-fashioned photo
graph. and the woman. who was
young-not more than five and
twenty-wore her hair dressed In
the style Of thirty years ago.
FERNIE'S WIFE.
Her dress was old-fashioned.
too. with a tightly-fitting bodice.
many buttons, and q high, frilled
collar.
The Fortune Hunter stood star.
ing at 1t, the color draining slow.
ly from his face: he seemed to
have forgotten everything but the
portrait he held in his hand, till
Fernie moved up, and stood beside
him.
"You seem interested. Mr..
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A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY

; nette. poised. self-possessed. turn
ed to inquire when they were on
their way. ''Is she at the hotel?"
"I've never thought of any
woman as my wife except you,"
came the amazing answer. did
you ever hear anything as ter
rible as my sermon this morning.
just when I had hoped to do my
best? You did that to me-up-
setting the happy plans Of my
life once more. Just a. you did
when the news Of your marriage
was flashed to me-"
The car drew up under the porte
cochere Of Annette's beautiful
home, where she lived with an old
aunt. Silently they entered. ST.
lent, those two who must have
had SO very much to say to each
other. He followed her into a cozy
little sitting room Just hack of a
formal drawing room and they
stood before a cheerful fire blaz-
ing comfortably on old brass
andirons. still wordless, both Of
them.
"How did I upset your plans this
morning."
He took one Of her hands in his.
and, to her amazement, his was
trembling violently. when a Wis
iting committee from st. Johns
waited on me in New York and
asked me to come here to preach
today, on trial. felt almost forci-
bly, drawn to accept.
when you entered the choir
loft and turned instinctively and
saw you there, knew why I was
to come. When you sang like q
nightingale, tried to focus my
thoughts on my sermon. but I
could think Of nothing but tho
happy fact-Annette is here. am
going to talk with her again.
Think what it would mean to mo
to live in the same city with you,
to see you, to hear you sins--and
now, because Of that awful SER
mon, I'VE lost my golden opportu-
nifty unless he leaned nearer
nearer-"unless can perkuade
you to go with me-on my mission
Of life--anywhere."
Annette did not answer that.
Instead, she asked another ques-
ton, "why didn't you marry that
girl in New York, Bob?"
49," he said. you've forgotten
everything. That was another
Bob Martin whose engagement
was announced in our little home
paper. New York is a big place,
Annette. There are many Bob
Martins there"
There was no mention of her
own hasty marriage. Peter had
been dear to both Of them.
The telephone on q little stand
in the room rang insistently. An
nette answered II. And presently
she turned back to Bob. both hands
out, all the love of her romantic
youth warming her shining eyes
and crimsoa lips. They saw you
come home with me-the men at
the church-and even II this SER
mon was-was not as good as
yours usually are-O. Bob! We are
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hand OF rate, FLOYD. You 70
l. probably laughing. but to
me that is exactly what It seems
to be. I do love you. l want you
to know that. but II you had been
one Of a family of five girls and
had seen your mother struggle to
try to give them the best she
could, II you had seen her scrimp
and save and get along on nothing
for herself year after year. you
would be careful about-about
having the same experience. For
marriage. more often than not.
does mean children" Jean flushed
painfully. I'm telling you all
this because / want you to see
the situation from my standpoint"
I'm trying" said the brown.
eyed young fellow. quietly. Now.
this visit Of yours to the Goodsons
in Pittsburg! Fate, you called it.
Why?"
"tht Nihc"this toNC vi
You keep talking of an early mar
riase. You're awfully young. and
you have just started out In the
business world. You're q rising
young architect, Of course: but
just now you're an employe Of old
Mr.. Bartlett. and 1t IL a known
fact that he never pays princely
salaries to beginners
"A hundred and nifty a month"
THE Goodsons are rich. While
1 am visiting them I will likely be
thrown in with well-to-do men. II
one Of them should like mo well
enough to propose marriage. and
he's a straightforward. manly sort
of fellow, I'm going 20 think a
long time before turn him down."
las you're turning me down."
Floyd reminded her gently. But
remember, haven't given up
hope. That springs eternal, you
know. I appreciate the fact that
you have laid your cards on the
table. At any rate. you're not
stringing me along until some
thing better appears. In other
words we're both free"
That made Jean vince a little.
1t was fine thing to be free her
self. but it was quite another prop
osition to regard handsome Floyd
in the same light. But she was a
determined girl and she put the
unpleasant thought out Of her
mind.
The night before she left she
had to fight her emotions all the
time Floyd was calling on her be-
cause she was afraid that she was
going to break down at the last
minute. He handed her a jewel
er's box. MY little gift toward
the grand splurge in Pittsburgh"
he told her.
When she opened the package
she gave a little cry Of rapture.
A gold mesh bag with chip dia-
monds and sapphires in the clasp
lay shimmering against the white
satin lining. "Oh, Floyd, dear, II
must have cost a whole months
salary! You ought not to give 1t
to me-"
What he said then hurt worse
than anything else about the part
ing. IT may have all of my sal.
ary to keep for ever and ever,
after this. No. pretty little girl
for whom I want to spend It."
The unbelievable happened Jean
found herself surrounded with
eligible young men as soon as she
had made her first appearance in
Pittsburgh. She was whisked from
one function to another Boxes Of
gorgeous flowers every morning.
So much candy that she began
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Oswald chewing savageiy on MS
cigar and Mrs. Berry sulky. both
longing for an appreciative aud.
ience. Fritzie tiptoed nearer; she
heard animated voices. Oswald's
in particular.
She listened. There's real meat
in what you said. Mrs. Berry, and
that's what a man likes to hear.
Now in my cubist lecture FRI
zie did not wait to hear any
more.
Fifteen minutes later In the
arbor Fritzie felt a hand on her
shaking shoulder. She turned her
head, tore her shoulder away and
faced Oswald.
A very stern-eyed man looked
down in her tear-stained face.
What does this mean?" he de-
manded.
1T means" burst out Fritsie
in a high. shaky voice. "tha. I'm
tired Of being your dessert-love"
"Dessert-lovev Oswald burst into
such a hearty laugh that Fritzie,
torn by unhappiness, felt 1t an
added insult.
"Yes, dessert-love! The sicken-
ing little sweet stuff one takes
q bit Of and-and-go on-you
know you like meat and" Frit-
LES sobs choked her.
Oswald was a connoisseur q
art, but he likewise knew a grea.
deal about women. He sat down,
drawing a protesting Fritzie on
his knee, and taking out his nice
ly folded linen handkerchief wiped
. away the salty tears and finished
by kissing the blue eyes and
trembling little mouth.
1T is true, Fritzie, I like meat
but it is dessert that I love.
Don't you know that I have met
and known all kinds of women?
Women whose conversation was
full of meaty bits. and others
whose talk was as spicy and PIN
gent as a nicely made salad. But
I've waited and longed for the
dessert! Call 1t dessert love. II
you wish. but you must admit
that 1t comes last. For VINO
would have dessert before the
meat and salad?'
She slipped one arm around his
neck, signing happily. But Frie-
de- gravely. Ito me 1t il not
dessert-iove at all. but the sweet
and real love that comes Just
once In a lifetime, the sweetness
and goodness that a man wants
in his wife-that goes to make
everyday life happy. And, -
man to woman. Fritzie, that
heavy stuff il all business and I
don't give q hang II you under.
stand my bushes or not-but I
do want you to understand met
Fritzie cuddled down happily.
but way back in her brain there
was a very determined thought.
She was gong to study Mathilda's
book-never again would she have
the mortifying experience Of hav-
ing Oswald make an effort to in
clude her in the conversation.
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ALOVER'S SUBTERFUGE
STORY OF TWO WHO HOPED TO MARRY
And How the Girls Idea That Money Was
an Open Sesame to Happiness
Received Shock.

the first few days she knew the
thrills of Cinderella. Then on Sun
day she sent a special delivery let.
ter to Floyd. who had strictly
obeyed his promise not to write a
line to her while she was gone.
Have mother wire for me to 60
home." read the startling sentence
at the beginning Of her special.
Monday night. just one week
from the time she had left, a very
different Jean rolled into the little
station. She put up her face for
his kiss like a little child when
Floyd, entered the coach a mile
from town. at the pump station.
She held to his arm convulsively
while he carried her two bags.
She was apparently so bewild-
cred that she failed to notice that
he helped her into q brand new
roadster. When she did become
conscious Of the car, she said:
I'm 90 glad that you borrowed a
car to meet me. Let's drive a bit
before we go home. There are
some facts want to tell you"
Are you still-still free?" He
nodded an assent IT was 500
happy at first. The luxuries and
attention went to my head like
wine. Then began to see things
and to hear things that made me
suspicious. The Goodsons aren't
happy at all. She's rather young
and very beautiful. He's old a sort
Of tragic figure to me a gray old
man, hair and heart. too-gray,
because the life has gone from 1t.
She's in love with another man
and she-she tried to make her
husband think she was Jealous Of
him-even with me-her guest
because she wants to be rid Of
him. wants some real reason to
cause the break between them.
She's in love with his young part
ner.
Money, the only thing I thought
, brought happiness. more than any
anything else-it has only brought
idleness and time for discomfort in
that case. Poor little mother,
turning old clothes. dyeing them,
scrimping, saving-she's been hap
pier doing It for us than that rich
woman has been in all her shack
led life. You aren't saying any.
thing. Floyd! Are-are you glad
I'm back?"
''Gladr' p He put his foot on the
brake and slowed the car down to
q standstill, there in the sweet.
fragrant darkness. Did you find
that rich young husband, Jean?"
Eyes. before I left here" she
laughed happily, and quite shame
lessly invited his kiss again.
Keeping on wanting me for ever
and ever, Floyd. I almost choked
that first night away from you.
When it came 8 o'clock and no
Floyd I knew then that I could
never run away from my love for
you. It's as fixed as the stars"
Dear" he said, with q little
catch in his voice, I'VE are going
to be able to manage without that,
to do very well for our family.
Dad left me a comfortable fortune,
but I came away from my home
town and settled here because I
wanted to go on my own, as you
once said, and not on family name
and money.
IT wouldn't tell you before, be.
cause--because I was silly enough
to want you to love me for my
own sake. Wen have enough to
give mother some Of the things
she's always been denied"
And to send our-our daush-
ters to college," said Jean, tears
Of happiness splashing down her
nose.
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CHAPTER XVII.
A Portrait.

eyes steadily. II have been in
San Francisco half q dozen
times" he answered her. but I
have never had the honor OF
running a gambling saloon there
or Of being warned off by the
police"
He looked at Fernie with a
challenging smile. You'd be sur
prised II you knew all the ro.
mantle stories that have followed
me to Somerton. Mr.. Fernie." he
said confidingly.
THE latest of them Is that l
once made a fortune. or tried to.
by running a gambling hell, in
the company Of some dark-eyed
houri. who. I suppose. is credited
with having acted as decoy for
me-" He laughed and looked
down at Anne, but she had turned
her face away and was staring
steadily into the fire.
"Humph! It's queer how tales
get about" Fernie said in his
slow way. I've heard a few my
self. Mr.. Smith,"
And circulated a few, 1 dare
say" the Fortune Hunter an
swered good temperedly. IT don't
blame you! Any of you! After
all. q stranger must be very well
come In . sleepy village like this!
It gives people something fresh
to talk about"
"A ninedays' wonder. in fact,
eh?" Ternie said dryly. "Well,
you're right there, Mr.. Smith;
It isn't. often anything exciting
happens in Somerton. The finding
Of that man In the woods six
weeks ago is still something we're
all interested in"
Anne shivered. I'VE shall never
know who he was now" she said.
Old Fernie rubbed his chin and
looked up sidewise at the Fortune
Hunter. "well, I'm not so sure
about that. Miss Harding" he
said. 1--WE known mysteries
solved years and years after most
people have thought them all done
with and forgotten"
He strolled over to the window
and looked out at the pouring
rain. I'm afraid you'll have to
stay for a Bit" he said again.
ITS going to rain for an hour
or moro yet"
Ammo turned. "Oh, but we must
get home! Uncle will wonder
where we are; he knows we went
on the river.
Mr.. Harding will know you're
sheltering somewhere" Fernie
answered casually. He came back
to where she sat and stirred the
fire into brighter blaze.
That's the worst of our Eng.
lish weather. you know, Mr..
Smith," he went on. "You can
never depend on It! Fine one min.
ute. And like this the next! A
bit different from what you've
been used to, now. I'll be bound.
"A good deal better than some."
the Fortune Hunter answered
dryly. II once spent a winter up
in Alaska"
The Fortune Huntey xSs. wan
derins round the room restlessly.
II think RS clearing up a Bit"
he aid. and stopped abruptly.
Anne turned her head. and saw
that he was staring at something
on the mantelsheif above her head
with . look Of blank amazement
and incredulity In his eyes. She
followed his gazs apprehensively.
What are you looking at?' she
asked.
He did not answer. seemed not
to have heard. but he put up his
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By A. NJ. Crawford

<<TT LOOKS like the very
hand Of fate. Floyd. You're
y probably laughing, but to
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THE FORTUNE HUNTER By Ruby M.
CHARACTERS IN THE STORY

THE FORTUNE HUNTER-Youthful tramp,
who appropriates the pocketbook and identity Of
John Smith. whose body he discovers in the woods
ANNE-Beautiful heiress, who loves The For
tune Hunter, believing him to be John Smith, ex-
convict, who wooed and won her ten years before
the opening of the story.
TOMMY-Ward of Mr. Harding, crippled boy,
whose life The Fortune Hunter saves, thereby
gaining entrance to the Harding household.
DIR. HARDING-Uncle Of Anne, shrewd
country gentleman.
FERNfE-A prying trouble maker, friendly to
Tommy.
FOSTER-A rival for Anne's favor.
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The First Reigning Woman

QUEENS have occupied prominent places in history
u Of world but their power has not always been COM
mensurate with their titles. The first woman with
sovereign authority Semiramis Queen Of Assyria
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CLARENCE T. PULLIAM,
Meeting May 18th, 1922.

Meeting May 18th, of of Flagstaff met the Town Hall Thursday  1922 Present Mayor Cocmen Puam Isham spher and Clerk Puliam.
 The of said election filed the election board required by law the Council public ed and and the Clerk minutes the result of the follows
 The total number of votes The result of the as follows
 For member of the (younon Councl.
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ADVERTISEMENT
ADVERTISEMENT

Pursuant Equalization Caring Members Campbell Francis
 inspection publish following
 At the June meeting of the Board Equalization information then by it. believed that following should be changed follows:
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THE COCONINO SUN
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No further business this subject call the Mayor motion Spher of
 Approved:
 s. F. QUAY, Attest: Mayor, Town of Flagstaff. CLARENCE T. PUIIIAM, Clerk Town of Flagstaff
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THE COCK OF JEMAPPES CROWS AGAIN r.
 Again the Cock of proudly lifted topping the historic shaft of Jemappes spot view the rsdsdeaton cesonie ss:r being destroyed during the German Ts splendid memorial the old whrs the French dfsatsd the Pussans Ausians Belgian ground