The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1923-02-16

crush her to him. to seek out with an
instinct that needed no guiding nGht
the laughing, pretty lips when hau
caused him many a day of happiness,
many a day of worried wonderment.
He strove to talk away the desire
but the grinding Of the wheels In the
narrow shaft denied that. His myers
twitched, his arms trembled as ha
sought to hold back the muscles, then,
yielding to the impulse, he started
"Da-a-a-g-gone i'll"
"What's the matter?"
Nothing"
But Fairchild wasn't telling the
truth. They had reached the light
just at the wrong, wrong moment. Out
of the skip he lifted her, then inquired
the way TO the sheriff's office Of this,
a e county. The direction was CIV
en-, and they went there. They told
their story. You say Bardwell and
your partner went out or the Ohadi
road to head the young 'un Off"
"Yes Do you think"
But a noise from without cut off the
conversation. Stamping feet sounded
on the steps, the knob turned, and
Sheriff Bardwell, snow-white, entered,
shaking himself like a great dog. as
he sought to rid himself Of the effects
Of the blizzard.
Hello, Bardwell, what'd you find2"
"No matter how much a person dis
likes another one-it's, it's-always a
shock"
Anita came closer a.. You mean that
he's dead?" The sheriff nodded. HE
must have rushed his horse too hard.
When we got to him he vas just about
gone-tried to stagger to his feet when
We came up, but couldn't make it. Kind
Of acted like he'd lost his senses
through fear or exposure or something.
Asked me who l was, and l said Bard
well. Seemed TO be tickled to hear
my name-but he called 1t Barnham.
Then he got up on his hands and knees
and clutched at me and asked me II
I'd drawn out all the money and had
1t safe. Just to humor him, / said /
had. He tried to say something after
llldl, Jul II "dSu l lllNll use. Il hiob
thing we knew he'd passed out. That's
where Harry is now-tOok him over
TO the mortuary. There isn't anybody
named Barnham, is there?"
"Barnham?" The name had awak-
ened recollections for Fairchild why
he's the fellow that"
But Anita cut in.
He's a lawyer in Denver. They've
been sending all the income from stock
sales to him for deposit. If Maurice
asked If he'd gotten the money out,
it must mean that they meant TO run
with all the proceeds. Wen have to
telephone Denver"
The message went through. Then
the two sheriffs rose and looked at
their re~vOlvers.
Now for :he tough one" Bardwell
made the remark, and Mason smiled
grimly. Fairchild rose and went to
them.
May / go nlOng?"
Eyes, but not the girl. Not this
time"
Anita did not demur. Fairchild
walked TO her side.
"You won't run away" he begged.
"TIl be right here" she answered,
and with that assurance, he followed
the other two men out into the night.
Far down the street, where the
rather bleak outlines Of the hotel
showed bleaker than yer In the frgid
yinht a liuhf MO uIna roinu In a cnn-
ond-story window. Mason turned to
his fellow sheriff.
"He usually stays there. That must
be him-waiting for the 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 imi-
tation he could give.
Eyes. I've got Anita with me-"
Steps, then the door opened. For
just a second SQuint Rodaine stared
at them in CHASTITY, sickly fashion.
Then he moved back into the room,
still facing them.
"What's the idea Of this?' came his
forced query. Fairchild 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
IT. You act like I'd committed a muir.
der! What We / done that you
should"
"Just a minute. / wouldn't try to
act innocent. For one thing, l 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 Wen probably learn a
few more things about your character
when we've gotten back there and
interviewed"
He stopped his accusations to leap
forward, clutching wildly. But in
vain. With a lunge, SQuint Rodaine
had turned, then, springing high from
the floor, had seemed to double In the
air as he crashed through the big pane
Of the window and out to the twenty
foot plunge which awaited him. Hur