Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-05
CHAPTER ~.

ana hl0eS MIN from the po4lcA.
CHAPTER ~.
Clay Takes q Transfer.
While Beatrice Whttford waited in
the little library for the Arizonan to
join her, she sat in a deep chair, chin
in hand. eyes fixed on the jetting
flames Of the gas-log. A little flush
had crept into the oval face. In her
blood there tingled the stimulus Of
excitement. For into her life an ad-
venture had come from faraWay Cat
iceland.
A crisp, strong footstep sounded in
the hall. Her fingers few to pat into
place the soft golden hair coiled low
at the nape of the neck. At times
she had a boy-like Of sex;
The clothes Of her father fftted
Lindsay loosely, for Colin Whitford
had begun to take on the flesh of
middle age. and Clay was lean and
clean OF build a an elk. But the
westerner was one sof those to whom
! did youth Of him would have shone
through the rags Of . beggar.
MY name is Clay Lindsay" he told
her by way of introduction.
. mine is Beatrice Whitford," she
answered.
" 1HCy SHOOh FAAuUS.
I'm to wait here tin my clothes
T, dry, yore man says"
Then you'd better sit down." she
suggested.
Within five minutes she knew that
he bad been in New York less than
city amused and entertained her. He
was quite simple. She could look
into his mind as though it were a
deep. clear well. There was some
thing inextinguishably boyish and
buoyant about him. But in his
hronzed face and steady, humorous
eyes were strength and shrewdne@.
He was h last mar in the world
"a bunco-steerer could play. for a
sucker. She felt that. Yet ne made
! no pretenses of a worldly wisdom he
did mo- have.
a voice reached them from the top
do you know where Miss whitford
Hin the Red SIR" The an
.swer was in the even, colorless voice
OF a servant.
The girl rose at once. "1f you'll
,excuse,me." she said, and stepped out
Of the room.
Hello, Bee. What do you think?
NJ never saw such idiots as the police
of this town are. They're watching
this house for a desperate who as
saufted some one outside. I met a
ksergeant on our steps. Says he doesn't
"a chance he slipped into the base
ment. It's absurd"
"Of course it is" There was a
ripple of mirth in the , rs voice.
H didn't come in by the basement
At all, but walked in at the front
The front door," exploded her
father. What do you mean? Who
.,et him in?"
Il did: He came as my guest. at
my invitation" y
WHAT"
Don't shout, dad she advised.
IT thought l had brought you up
better"
"But-but-what do you mean ?"
he sputtered. SIS this ruffian in the
house now?"
"Oh, yes. He's in the Red room
here-and unless he's very deaf he
hears everything we are saying" the
girl answered calmly. much amused
at the amazement Of her father.
Wont you come in and see him? He
doesn't seem very desperate"
Clay arose. pin-points of laughter
audacity of this young m
A momen later he was offering a
brown hand to Coin whitford. Glad
OF meet you, Mr.. Whitford. Yore
daughter has just saved my life from
the police" the westerner said, and
his friendly smile was very much in
evidence.
You make yourself at home" an
swered the owner Of a large per cent
Of the stock of the famous Bird Cage
mine.
MY guests do. dad. It's proof that
I'm a perfect hostess" retorted Bea-
,tr1ce, her dainty, provocative face
i GAAhfng to mirth-
Hnrp!" grunted her father dryfy
I'd Hike to know, young man. why
1.-THE police IN shadowins this house ?"
T expect they're lookin' for me-"
sure I won't help them find you.
You'll have to show cause if I don't"
His bark Is much worse than his
bite" the girl explained to Clay, just
as though her father were not pres
nate a second time. "Get busy, young
fellow"
Clay told the story Of the fifty
dollar suit that I. Bernstein had wish
w ed on him with near-tears of regret
1t parting from It. The cow-puncher
sdramatized the situation with some
|. native talent for mimicry. His arms
gestured like the lifted wings OF a
Martled cock-rel. "A man gets a
chance at a garment like that only
ESOnee meanwhile occasionally. Which
yonMcAn take it from me that when
a. %Bernstein. sells a suit Of clothes it
y slssstP like he is dealing with his
qyaAfy! My, I got anyhow a suit
which I might be married In without
nm efstAn' me-"
COlinsa<VNhitfor was of the west
htm,e4lf. H03h4d lived its roueh-and-
tuinbie HE fcr years before he made