American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-09-16


den and overshadowed now. he turned
away from the cell and It's optimistic
cccupant--Out into The night.
II was only a short walk to the hos
pital and Fairchild went there, to
leave with at least ray Of hope. The
probing operation had been completed;
the fiddler would live. and at least the
charge against Harry would not be
one Of murder. That was thing for
which to be thankful; but there was
plenty to cause CONSERVATION, as Fair
child walked slowly down the dark.
winding street toward the main thor
Oughfare. Without Harry. Fairchild
now felt himself lost. Before the big,
genial, eccentric Cornishman had come
into his life, he had believed, with
he could carry out his ambitions BY
himself, with no knowledge Of the tech
meal details necessary to mining, with
no previous history Of the Blue Pop
py to guide him, and with no help
against the enemies who seemed every
where. Now he saw that 1t was i'm
possible. More, the incidents Of the
night showed how swiftly those enc
mics were working, how sharp and
stilett0-like their weapons.
That Harry was innocent was GER
tain--to Robert Fairchild.
Looking back over II now, he could
see how easily Fate had played into
- Dala
DANES had not possessed deeper con-
Germ than merely to seize upon hap
penIng and turn II to their own ac-
count. The hlghwayman was big. The
highwayman talked with Cousin
Jack" accent--fOr all Cornishmen are
"Cousin Jacks" In the mining country,
Those two features In themselves
Fairchild thought, as he stumbled
along in the darkness, were sufacien,
to start the schemlng plot in the brain
OF Maurice Rodaine, already ugly ant
, evil through the trick played by Harr,
ON his father and the rebuke that HAD
come from Anita Richmond, II wal
an easy matter for him to get the In
SEPARATION, leap out Of the window, ant
then walt until the robber had gone
that he might flare forth with hi
accusation. And after that.
i Either Chance, or something strong
er. had done the rest. The finding o
the stolen horse and the carelessl,
made cache near the mouth Of tn
Blue Poppy mine would he sufficien
In the eyes Of any jury. The evidenc
was both direct and circumstantia
To Fairchlld's mind. there was smn
'. chance for escape by Harry. once hi
case went to trial.
Down the dark street the man wan
dered. his hands sunk deep In hi
, pockets. his head low between hi
shoulders---only to suddenly galvnniz
into intensity. and to stop short tina
he might hear again the voice whlc
had come to him. AT one side wa
"A big house--a house whose occupant
he knew instinctively, for he had see
the shadow Of woman, hands Out
stretched, as she passed the ngh'
|. strewn shade of a window on the sec
n ond floor. More, he had heard he
voice, supplemented by gru!fer tones
And then It came again.
+ II was pleading, and at the sam
time angered with the passion OF
r person approaching hysteria. bari
a Ing sentence answered her, somethin
. that Fnircllld could not understand
D. He left the old board sidewalk an
III thaf hn MIGHT hRf
the better. Then every nerve WIN
him tangled, and the black Of the darl
ness changed to red. The Rodain'
y were within; he had heard first II
10 cold voice OF the father, then the ras
70 Ing tones of the son, In upbraidin
3. More. there had come the sobbing or
IL woman; instlnctively Fairchild kne
that It was Anita Richmond. Al
then:
" II was her voice, high. scrcamln
Hysteria had come--the wild, rackil
hysteria of person driven to U
breaking point:
"Leave this house-hear me Lea
this house! Can't you see that you
killing bim2 Don't you dare touch !
n leave this house, Mol won't
quiet-I won't--youre killing him.
tell yOu-w
81 And Fairchild waited for nothi
more. A lunge, and he was on I
l veranda. One more spring ana
had reached the door, to find II
locked TO throw II wide and to lie
into the hall, Great steps, and he h
I'd cleared the stairs to the second 10
Dimly, as through a red screen, ia
child saw the frightened face or An
Richmond. and on the landing, fro
Ing him angrily, stood the two !
DANES. For moment, Fairchlld
- regarded them and turned to the S
bling, disheyeled little being In
doorway.
n, whats happenedW
10. "They were threatening me-a
40 fatherl" she moaned. But ,