The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-08-09
Continued from last issus)

seemed to call to him to throw his
arms about the girl at his side, to
crush her to him, to seek out with an
instinct that needed no guiding light
the laughing, pretty lips which had
caused him many a day Of happiness,
many q day of worried wonderment,
He strOve to talk away the desire
but the grinding of the wheels in the
narrow shaft denied that. His fingers
sought to hold back the muscles, then,
yielding to the impulse, he started
"Da-a-a-g-gone it,"
whats the matterT
"Nothing"
But Fairchild wasn't telling the
truth. They had reached the light
jpst at the wrong, wrong moment. Out
II the skip he lifted her, then inquired
the way to the sherift's Office Of this,
anew county The direction was CIV
en- and they went there. They told
thAir story. "You say Bartiwell and
your partner went out on the Ohadi
road to head the young 'un OFF,
res 10 you THINK"
But q noise from without cut Oft the
conversation. Stamping feet sounded
on the steps, the knob turned, and
Sheriff Bardwell, snow-white, entered.
shaking himself like great dog. as
he sought to rid himself Of the effects
of5the blizzard.
Hello, Bardwell. what'd you fnd?"
The sheriff of Clear Greek county
glanced toward Anita Richmond.
t"Nol matter how much a person dis
likes another one-it's, it's-always
shock"
Anita came closer you mean that
he's dead?" The sheriff nodded. He
must have rushed his horse too hard.
When we got to him he was just about
gone-tried to stagger to his feet when
wefcame up, but couldn't make it. Kind
Of acted like he'd lost his senses
through fear or exposure or something
Asked me who 1 was, and said Bard
well. Seemed to be tlckled to hear
my name-but he called it Barnham.
Then he got up on his hands and knees
I'd drawn out Ill the money and had
1t SAFE, Just to humor him, I. said
had. He tried to say something after
that, but 1t wasn't much use. The first
thing we knew he'd passed out. That's
where. Harry Ia nOw-toOk him over
to the mOrtuary There isn't anybody
named Barnhan,, Is thereT' I,
"Barnham?'' The name had awak-
ened recollections for Fairchild; "why
he's the fellow that"
But Anita cut In.
Hes lawyer in Denver. They've
been sending all the income from stock
sales to him for deposit. If Maurice
asked II he'd gotten the money out,
II must mean that they meant to run
with all the proceeds. Wen have to
telephone Denver"
The message went through. Then
the two sherlffs rose and looked at
their revolvers.
Nov for the tough one" Bardwell
made the remark, and Mason smiled
grimly. Fairchild rose and went to
them.
MAY 60 alOng?"
Eyes, but not the girl. Not this
time"
Anita did not demur. Fairchild
walked to her side.
p "'You, won't run away" he begged.
""1ll he right here" she answered.
and with that assurance, he followed
the ether two men out into the night.
Far Down the street, where the
rather bleak outlines Of the hotel
showed bleaker than ever In the frlgid
night. Z light was cleaning in Dec.
ond.story window. Mason turned to
his fellow sheriff.
He usually stays there. That must
be hlm-waiting for tho kid"
The three entered. Tiptoeing, they
went to the door and knocked. A high.
pitched voice came from within.
THAT you, Maurice?
Fairchild answered in the best iml-
tation he could give
"Yes. I've got Anita with me-"
Steps, then the door opened. For
JNsI . AoSSoAS O4uAuI 1tOuALue StAEeu
at them In CHASTITY, sickly fashion.
Then be moved back into the room,
still facing them. - -
whats the idea of, this7' came his
forced query. ~2Eairchild stepped for
ward.
"Simply to tell you that every
things blown up as far as you're
concerned, Mr. Rodaine.",
you needn't be so dramatic about:
1t. You act like I'd committed. muir.
der! What We done that you
should"
Just minute. wouldn't try to
act innocent. For one thing. i hap
pened to be in the same house, with
you one night when you showed Crazy
Laura, your wife, how to make people
immortal. And we'll probably learn
few more things about your oh asacter
when sWa'va aottan hack thal,eA aud
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