The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1922-08-11


mad d boSIike unconcern Of scx agains
spirit wholly feminine.
The clothes Of her father lifted
Lindsay loosely, for Colin Whitford
had begun to take on the flesh Of mid.
die age and Clay was lean and clean
Of build as an elk. But the westerner
was one OF those to whom clothes are
unitnportant. The splendid youth Of
him would have shone through the
rags OF beggar.
my name is Clay Lindsay" he told
her by way Of introduction.
mime Is Beatrice Whitford," she
answered.
They shook hands.
"Fm to walt here till my clothes dry.
yore man says"
aThen you'd better sit down." she
suggested.
Within Eve minutes she knew that
he had been In New York less than
three hours. His Impressions Of the
city amused and entertained her. He
was quite simple. She could look into
his mind as though It were deep,
clear well. There was something In
extlnguishably boyish and buoyant
about him. But In his bronzed face
and steady, humorous eyes were
strength and shrewdness, He was the
last man In the world bunco-steerer
could play for sucker. She felt that,
Yet he made no pretenses OF worldly
wisdom he did not have.
A voice reached them from the top
Of the stairs.
do you know where Miss Whitford
Is, JenkinsT
Hin the Red room. sir" The an
swer was in the even, colorless voice
Of servant.
The girl rose at once IF you'll ex-
cuse me-" she said, and stepped out Of
the room.
"Hello, Bee. What do you think? I
never saw such idiots as the police Of
this town are. They're watching this
house for desperate who assaulted
some one outside. met sergeant on
our steps. Says he doesn't think the
mans here, but there's just chance
he slipped into the basement It's abb
surd."
"Of course it Is" There was rip
pie Of mirth In the girls voice. He
didn't come in by the basement at all,
but walked in at the front door,"
1.-THE front door" exploded her faith
er. "What do you mean2 Who let him
in2"
az did. He came as my guest, at my
invitation"
"What?" a.
"Don't shout dad" she advised. II
thought had brought you up better"
Observation-Disclosures do you mean?"
he sputtered. us this ruffian In the
house nowT"
"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
amszement Of her father. won't you
come In and see him7 He doesn't seem
very desperate"
Clhy uTOSe, plnponutS VI huBhpSA
dancing In his eyes. He liked the gay
audacity of this young woman.
A moment later he was Offering a
brown hand to Colin Whitford. "Glad
to 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 large per cent
of the stock of the famous Bird Cage
mine.
"My guests do. dad. It's proof that
I'm Il perfect hostess" retorted
Beatrice, her dainty, provocative face
flashing to mirth.
"Hmpw grunted her father dryly.
"rd like to know, young man, why the
police are shadowing this house2"
II expect they're lookin' for me-"
II expect they are, and I'm not sure
] won't help them find you. You'll
have to show cause If don't"
"His bark is much worse than his