American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-08-12
body knew the difference. ;

lou never saw Larsen AGAIN."
u never saw any of them. That
was the end"
"But RodaIne-r
He's still here. Your hear from
him-plenty soon. could see that.
the minute Blindeye Bozeman and
Taylor Bill began taking your meas
ure. You noticed they left the table
before the meal was overf II was to
tell R0daine"
Then he'll fight me. toof"
Mother Howard laughed-and her
voice was harsh.
"Rodaine's a rattlesnake. His sons
rattlesnake. His wife's crazy-Oid
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 II he does beat her
when she goes to his house and begs
him to take her back. That's the kind
or crowd II 10. just 10 put a goou
finish on It 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 Fairchild on the Shout.
der.
BOY" came quietly, you've got
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 Il
with you-dark streets aren't exactly
the place for you"
Robert Fairchild obeyed the In
structions. a victim OF many a conjec.
ture, many an attempt at reasoning
as he sought sleep that was far away.
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-voiced swede: in reality. only Q
woman. And why had they adopted
the expedient? Why had not Larsen
been with them in realItyf II was
hours before Fairchild found sleep,
and even then II was thing OF
troubled visions.
Streaming sun awakened him, and
he hurried to the dining room to find
himself the last ledger nj the tables
He ate rather hasty meal, made
more so by an Impatient waitress,
then with the necessary papers In his
pocket. Fairchild started toward the
courthouse and the legal procedure
which must be undergone before he
made his first trip to the mine.
A block or two, and then Fairchild
suddenly halted. Crossing the street
at an angle just before him was q
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 10
apparent on their first meeting. The
cap had disappeared before a close
fitting, varicolored turban. But the
straying brown hair still was there,
the brown eyes, the pIquant little nose
and the prettIly formed lips. Fair
child's heart thumped-nor did he stop
to consider why. A qulckening of his
pace. and he met her just as she
stepped To the curblng.
I'm so glad OF this opportunity
he exclaimed happily. II want to re
turn that money to you. IL was 80
fused yesterday didn't realize"
Aren't you MISTAKEN" She looked
at him with slight smile. Fairchild
did not catch the infection.
ooh. no, I'm the man, you know
who helped you change that tire on
the Denver road yesterday"
Pardon me-" This time one brown
eye had wavered ever so slightly, In
dlcating someone behind Fairchild
, "But I wasn't on the Denver road
yesterday. and II you'll excuse me fol
saying so, don't remember ever hav
Ing seen you before"
There was little light In her eyet
which took away the sting of the de
NAL, light which seemed to urge eau
ton. and at the same time to tell Fair
| fiiiu utut ruc tIuStcu nun 10 10 I'LL
part as gentleman In thing sh,
wished forgotten. More fused thar
ever, he drew back and bent low Il
apology, while she passed on. Half I
block away. a young man rounded
corner and, seeing her. FASTENED {,
Join her. She extended her hand
they chatted a moment. then strolle'
up the street together. Fairchil,
watched blankly, then turned at
chuckle just behind him emanatln
from the bearded lips of an old miner
loanng on the stone copIng IN IRON
of a small store.
| "Pick the wrong ally, pardneri
came the query. FairchiId manage
to smile.
"Guess So" Then he lied quickl,
II thought she was a girl from Der
YER"
| Herr The old miner STREET chez
"Nope. That's Anita Richmond. oil
Judge RIchmond's daughter. Cues
she must hev been expecting the