Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-09-29

against the enemies who seemed every
where Now he saw that It was i'm
possible. More the Incidents Of the
night showed how swiftly those enc
mics were working, how sharp and
stiletto-like their weapons.
That Harry was innocent was GER
tain--to Robert Fairchild.
Looking back over 1t now, he could
see how easily Fate had played into
the hands Of the Rodalnes, IL the Ro-l
DANES had not possessed a deeper con-
Germ than merely to seize upon a hap
pening and turn it to their own ac-
count. The highwayman was big. The
highwayman talked with a 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 sufficient
to start the scheming plot In the brain
Of Maurice Rodaine, already ugly and
evil through the trick played by Harry
on his father and the rebuke that had
come from Anita Richmond. II was
an easy matter for him to get the In
SEPARATION, leap out OF the window, and
then wait until the robber had gone,
that he might flare forth with his
accusation. And after that.
Either Chance, or something strong
er, had done the rest. The finding OF
the stolen horse and the carelessly
made cache near the mouth of the
Blue Poppy mine would be sufficient
in the eyes Of any TRY. The evidence
was both direct and circumstantial
To Fairehlld's mind, there was small
chance for escape by Harry, once his
case went to trial.
Down the dark street the man wan
dered, his hands sunk deep In his
pockets, his head low between his
shoulders-only TO suddenly galvanlze
into intensity, and to stop short that
he might hear again the voice which
had come to him. AT one side was
a big housed house whose occupants
he knew instlnctively, for he had seen
the shadow of a woman, hands out
stretched, as she passed the light
strewn shade Of window on the sec
ond door. More, he had heard her
voice, supplemented by gruffer tones.
And then II came again.
II was pleading, and at the same
time angered with the passion of
person approaching hysterla. A bark
ing sentence answered her, something
that Falrchlld could not understand.
He left the old board sidewalk and
crept to the porch that he might hear
the better. Then every nerve within
him tangled, and the black Of the dark
ness changed to red The Rodalnes
were within; he had heard first the
cold voice of the father, then the rasp-
Ing tones Of the son. in upbraiding.
More, there had come the sobbing of
woman; instinctlvely Falrchild knew
that 1t was Anita Richmond And
then:
It was her voice, high, screaming.
Hysteria had come--the wild, racking
lysteria OF a person driven to the
breaking point:
leave this house--hear mel Leave
his iVuo1i Ruh Nph SCI AiiuA 9ph it
billing him? Don't you dare touch me
leave this house Mol won't be
Iuiet-I won't-you're killing him, /
ell you-l"
And FairchlId waited for nothing
more. lunge, and he was on the
'eranda. One more spring and he
lad reached the door, to find 1t I'M
oclSed. to throw 1t wide and to leap
nto the hall. Great steps, and he had
feared the stairs TO the second floor.
Dimly, as through a red screen, Fair
hid saw the frightened face Of Anita
richmond, and on the landing, front
lg him angrily, stood the two Ro-
aines. For a moment, Falrchild dis
egarded them and turned to the sob
ing, disheyeled little being in the
O0rway.
whats happenedr'
"They were threatening me-and
ither" she mOaned. "But you
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