Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1922-08-11

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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--7"
"You know as much as do, Son"
"Yop never saw Larsen agaIn?"
81 never saw any of them. That
was the end"
But Rodalne-?"
Hes still here. You'll hear from
hlm-plenty soon. could see that,
the minute Blndeye Bozepan and
Taylor Bill began taking your meas
ure You noticed they left the table
before the meal was over? 1t was to
tell Rodalne."
Then he'll fight me, too?"
Mother Howard laughed-and her
voice was harsh.
"Rodaines rattlesnake. His sons
a rattlesnake. His wlfe'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 IL he does beat her
when she goes TO his house and begs
him To take her back. That's the kind
of crowd II is. Just to put good
finish on II 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 Fairchlld on the shout
der.
BOY" came quietly, you've got a
broad back and good head. Rodaine
beat your father-don't let him beat
you. And always remember one
thing: Old Mother Towards played
the game before, and she'll play 1t
with you-dark streets aren't exactly
the place for you"
structlons, a victim OF many conjec-
ture, many an attempt ut reasoning
as he sought sleep that was far sway.
| 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 a
woman. And why had they adopted
the expedient? Why had not Larsen
been with them in reality? 1t was
hours before Falrchild found sleep.
and even then 1t was a thing of
troubled visions.
| Streaming sun awakened him, and
he hurried to the dining room to find
himself the last ledger at the tables.
He ate a rather hasty meal, made
more so by an impatient waitress,
then with the necessary papers In his
pocket, Falrchlld started toward the
courthouse and the legal procedure
which must be undergone before he
made his first trip TO the mine.
block or two, and then Fairchild
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 tailored suit which deprived her
of the boyishness that had been 50
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 prettily formed lips. Fair.
child's heart thumped-nor did he stor
to consider why. A quickening of his
pace, and he met her Just as she
stepped to the curblng.
I'm so glad Of this opportunity
he exclaimed happily. IL want 10 re
turn thar money to you. II was sc
fused yesterday | didn't realize"
Aren't YOU mistaken" She looked
nj him with slight smile. Fairchllt
did not catch the infection.
"Oh, no. I'm the man. you know
who helped you change that tire or
the Denver road Yesterday"
Pardon me-" This time one brown
eye had wayered ever so slightly. in
dicating someone behind FaIrchild
"But ! wasn't on the Denver roaC
Yesterday. and II youll excuse me fol
saying so, don't remember ever hav
ing seen you before"
There was little Hight In her eve,
which took away the sting Of the de
NAL, light which Seemed To urge eau
ton, and nj the same time to tell Fair
child that she trusted him 10 do hi
part as gentleman in n thing sh,
wished forgotten. More fused thar
ever, he drew back and bent low II
apology while she passed on. Half
block away n young man rounded
corner and seeing her, FASTENED :,
ioln her. She extended her hand
they chatted moment then Strolle,
up the street together. Fairchil,
watched hlaEkly, then turned at
chucklc Just behind him emanatin,
from the bearded lips of IN old miner
loafing on the stone coping i'm from
of n small store.
pick the wrong lilly pardner?
came the query, Falrchild manage,
to smile.
Guess So" Then he lied quickly
II thought she waJ girl from Den
YER"
Herr The old miner stretched
Nope. That's Anita Richmond, oil
Judge RIchmond's daughter Ones