The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-11-09

| the wishes Of the person who hired
! me for this work. l-well, | brought
the evidence Here, take a glimpse
and then throw II away tear Il up.
swallow It. or do anything you want
to with II, just so nobody else sees it.
! Ready? Look"
lie drew forth n small visiting card.
| Falrchild glanced. Then he looked
and then he sat up straight IN bed.
For before him were the engraved
/ words:
"Mlss Anita Natalie Richmond"
While across the card was hastily
written, In hand dlstnctiyely feml.
nine:
"Mr. Falrchild: THIS is my good
friend. lie viii help you. There Is
no Zee attached. Pleuse destroy.
"Anlta Richmond"
"Bu-but | don't understand"
| "lOn know Miss-er-the writer Of
this card, don't your
"But why should she--T
Mr.. Farrell grinned broadly.
IL see you don't know Miss-thc
writer OF this card at all. That's her
nature. Besldcs-well, all she's got
TO do with me Is crook her finger aud
I'll jump through. Im-none of your
business. But, anyway, here / am"
Fairchild could not restrain laugh
There was something about the man,
about his nervous. yet boysh way Of
speaking, about his enthusiasm, that
wiped out suspicion and invited con.
fdence. The owner OF the Blue Pop
ly mine leaned forward.
"But you didn't finish your sentence
about-the writer Of that capl."
"You menn-oh-wcll. there's moth
! Ing To that. I'm In love with her. Been
In love with her since I've been knee
! high to a duck. So re you. Sos every
other human being that thinks he's
a regulnrman. SOS Maurice Rodaine
but haven't got chance. Don't let
! II bother you. The problem right now
Is to get your partner out Of Jail. How
much money have you got?"
"Only u little more than two thous-
and"
mot enough. There'l be bombs on
| four charges. At the least. theYll be
around thousand dollars apiece.
Probabilities are that they'll run
around ten thousand for the bunch.
How about the Blue Poppy?'
81 don't know what it's worth"
"Neither do |. Neither does the
| Judge, Neither does any one else
Therefore, it's worth nt least ten thous-
and dollars. Thnt'll do the trick. I'd
suggest now that you get up seize your
| deeds and accompany me TO the palace
! Of Justice. Otherwise, that partner
| Of yours will have TO eat dinner in
n place called In undlgnlGed language
! the hoosegow :"
Soon Fnlrchlld was dressed and
walked hurrledly up the street with
| the vouhe attorney. A half-hour
more and they We're before the court,
Fahchlld the lawyer and the jall-worn
| Harry, his mustache fluttering I'm more
| directions than ever.
eNot guilty. Your Honor" said Ran
dolph 4. Farrell. MAY ask ,he ex-
tent Of the bond?'
The Judge adjusted his glasses ard
studied the information which the dis
trict attorney had laid before him.
"ln view OF the nupibcr Of charges
and the seriousness Of each must fix
an aggregate bond OF five thousand
dollars. or twelve hundred fifty dollars
for each case"
THANK you; we had come prepared
FOR more. Mr. Fairchild who is Mr.
llarklnS' partner, is here to appear as
bondsman. The deeds are in his name
alone. the partnership existing, as
Understand il, upon their word of hon
or between them. refer. Your Honor
10 the deeds Of the Blue Poppy mine
Would Your Honor care to examine
thomy"
His Honor would. His Honor did
For long moment he studied them,
aud Falrchlld, In looking about the
courtroom. saw the huiliff In cOnversa-
tion with tall. thin man, with squint
eyes ana n scar-marked forehead. a
moment later, the judge looked over
his glasses.
"Bnillm!"
"Nes, Your Honor"
Have you any information regard
Ing the value of the Blue Poppy min
ing claims?"
"Sir ! have just been talking to
Mr.. Rodaine. He says they're well
worth the value OF the bohd"
How about that. RodaineT" The
Judge peered down the courtroom.
They'll do" was his answer and
the judge passed the papers to the
clerk Of The court.
Bond accepted. I'll set this trial
for November H.
VERY well. Your Honor" Then he
turned with wide grin to his clients.
THAT'S all until November"
out they filed through the narrow
aisle Of the courtroom. Falrchlld's
knee brushing the trouser leg of
Squint Rodaine as they passed. At