The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-07-13
(Ceutinued from Last issus)
CHAPTER VI

There was no specific reason why
Robert Fairchild should follow Maui
rice Rodaine and the young woman
who had been described to him as the
daughter Of Judge Richmond, who
ever he might be. Resentment was in
his ,heart-resentment that the family
Of Rodaine should be connected in
,tdme way with the plquant, mysteri-
ous little person he had helped out Of
& Predlcament on the Denver road the
DAY before. And, to his chagrin. the
very fact that there was a connection
added Z more sinister note to the es-
acspade Of the exploded tire and the
pursuing sheriff; as he walked along.
'hss gaze far ahead. Fairchild found
himself i" wondering whether there
could be more than mere; coincidence
In It all, whether she was a part of
the Rodaine schemes and the Rodaine
trickery, whether
But he ceased his wondering to turn
Aharply into nearby drug store,
there absently to give anaorder at the
soda fountain and stand watching the
pair WHO had stopped just in front
of'htm on the corner. I She was the
same girl; there could; be no doubt of
that, and he ragged irwardly as she
chatted and chaffed with the man who
looked down upon her with smiling
air Of prOprietorship which 'instilled
instant rebellion In Faikchild's heart.
Nor did he know the reason for that,
either.
After n moment thu y parted, and
Fafrchild gulped Mt hialfountain drink.
She had hesltated, then with a quick
decision turned straight snto> the drug
store.
Buy a ticket, Mr.. ,McCauNey?" she
asked OF the man behind the counter.
I've sold twenty already, this morn
Ing. Only five more, and nV works
over. Please take the, five, vi ont you?
Then I'll be through
I'll be darned If I will, Mia" Nc
Cauiey backed against a Shelf case in
mock self-defense Every time you've
got anything you want to get rid of.
you come in here ard shove it off on
me. There's only -four in my family
aud four's all I'm going to takey' He
tossed four silver dollars IN the show
case and took tho tickets. Tive girl
demurred.
But how about the f'ftN one7 I've
got to sell that tnt>-"
well, sell it to 7him!" And Fair.
child, looking into the soda fountain
mirror, saw himself Indicated as the
druggist started toward the prescrip-
ton, case. .
There was n moment ofAawkward 81
lenee a. FarcIild gazetl 1ntently into
his soda glass. then with feeling Of
queer excitement set It on the marble
counter and turned. Ami ia Richmond
was approacNng-in a stranger-llke
manner-a ticket Of some sort held
before her.
Pardon me-" she beg1m.s but would
you cary to buy.a ticiiet to the Old
Times dance? It's a sort of munich
pal thing. gotten up by thu. bureau Of
mtnss-to celebrate II, re turn Of sill.
ver mining" ",
!, 'But--rm afraid ltn no tsmuch on
dancing"
you don't have 10 be. Sobody'n
dance much--excepti the olk.fashioned
affafrs. You see, everybodyns supposed
to represent people, Of the ylays when
things were boo ring around here.
There'll be n fiddle orchest ra, and a
dance caller and everything like that,
and bar--but Of course. thu ,re'Il only
be i'm etation liqubr. But" she added
with quick emph asis. ''therdll be lot
Of things really real-real Keno and
roulette and everything like THAT, and
everybody in the costume Of thirty or
forty years ago. Don't yoW want Ntos
by sas .s t!ss ss ss., the last one I've
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