The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1923-01-11

answered Chilly, NUN "'
amazement of her father "Won' you
come In and see him7 He doesn't seem
very desperate"
Clay arose. pinpoints Of laughter
dancing In his eyes. lie liked the gay
audacity of this young woman.
A moment later he WAS offering
brown hand to Colin Whitford. GLAD
TO meet you, Mr.. Whltford. fore
daughter has just saved my llfe from
the police" the westerner said. ana
his friendly smile was very much In
evidence.
You make yourself Mt home an
swered the owner of n large per cent
of the stock of the famons Bird Cage
mine.
my guests do, dad. It's proof TINT
I'm n perfect hostess retorted
Beatrice, her dainty. provocative face
flashing to mirth.
"Hmpw grunted her father dryly.
I'D like to know. young man. Why the
police are shadowing this houseT
Il 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
bite" the girl explained to Clay, just
as though her father were not present.
"Hmpln exploded the mining mag
nate second time. Get busy, young
fellow"
Clay told the story of the fifty-five-
dollar suit that /. Bernstein had
wished on him with near-tears OF re-
gret ut parting from IL. The cow
puncher dramntlzed the situation with
some native talent for mimicry. His
arms gestured like the lifted wings of
| n startled cockerel. "A man gets
chance at garment like that only
once in while occasionally. Which
you can take 1t from me that when |.
Bernstein sells suit of clothes Ii Is
shust like he Is dealing With his own
brother. Quality, my friends, qvality |
Why. got anyhow suit which |
might be married In without shame.
unerstan me-"
Colin Whitford was of the West him.
self. He had lived Its rough-and tumble
life for years before he made has
lucky strike II the Bird Cage. He had
moved from Colorado to New York
only ten years before. The sound OF
Clay's drawing voice was like mes
sage from home. He began to grin
In spite of himself This man was too
good to be true. II wasn't possible
that anybody could come to the big
town and import into II so naively
such a genuine touch of the outdoor
West. 1t was not possible, but II had
happened just the same. Long before
the COW puncher had finished his story
Of hog-tying the Swede to hitching
post with his own hose, the mining
man was sealed of the large tribe of
Clay Llndsay's admirers. He was
ready to hide him from all the police
In New York.
Whitford told Stevens 10 bring In
the ty-fiye-dollar suit so that he
could gloat over 1t. He let out a whoop
of delight at sight of It's still sodden
appearance. He examined Its slckly
hue with ohuckles Of mirth.
Guaranteed not to fade or shrink"
murmured Clay sadly.
He managed to get the coat on with
difficulty. The sleeves reached Just be.
low the elbows.
you look like n lifer from Sing
Sing pronounced Whltford joyously.
Get haircut, and you won't have
a chance on earth to fool the police"
THE color did run and fade some"
admitted Clay.
Worth every cent of nine ninety
eight at n bargain sale before the
Swede got busy with it-and he let
you have 1t ut a sacrifice for ffty-nve
dollars The millionaire wept happy
tears as a climax of his rapture. He
swallowed his cigar smoke and had to
be pounded on the back by his daugh-
ter.
Jenkins came to the door and an.
nounced Mr. Bromfeld."
Almost on his heels young man In
immaculate riding clothes sauntered
'''' '"N ''oh'' TIC hau tilt usSnTen
ease of one who has the run of the
house. Miss Whltford introduced the
two young men and Bromfield looked
| the westeiner over with suave in
science In his dark. handsome eyes.
Clay recognized him Immediately.
lie had shaken hands once before with
this well-satisfied young man. and on
that occasion II 'ifty-dolIar bill had