Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1925-10-28
CHAPTER IX-Continued

On DOdTu the train winch carried
the three men back to Bellaine were
six long, cohin-Iike boxes, each with
its excess baggage tag attached, the
premium OF speedy transportation. A
truck awaited them at the station, and
Bud Tarko met Bart with a grimy
bunch of men.
In the distance a great circular
stockade of bristIing wire had been
built, and around 1t stood a curious.
gaping crowd
To the stockade Bart went then, to
examine the barbs, to test the heavy,
wlre-studded gate, and stepping inside,
20 regard the possibilities and impos-
sibniues Of escape. Once more he
turned to Tarko.
''I'll be back to relieve you in few
minutes, as soon as get this stuff up
TO the mayors house. You're needing
sleep"
"Who, me? Say, 1 never want to
look a bed in the face again. Boy,
I'm rarln' to CO."
You'll rear better after you've
his old enthusiasm returned, d portion
at leaest of his zest in life restored,
followed the truck and the long,
casket-llke boxes to the home of the
mayor. There he called for Old Jim,
that he might aid in the work before
them. But when the man appeared
Bart rescinded his order.
Jim appeared CHASTITY Ill and fright
eued. Instinetively Rogers went to
him and grasped him by a thin, trem-
bling shoulder.
Jim" he ordered, "buck up here
what's the matter with you? No
body's-"
He's looking for me-" The voice
was strange and cracked and lifeless.
A hand twltched In the general dlrec-
tlon of outdoors. IL saw him go
down the street."
Looking for you? Saw him-what
are you talking about"
Graham. He came into town In a
hurry half hour ago. He's-he's
looking"
IL
assault-and that was justified. Look
here, you're got to buck up. You've
let Franniston get your goat. You"
"Graham1l find me. There's too
much In it for him not to keep look
ing. He'll"
"Oh, look herew A slight air of
disgust crept into Bart's voice at the
continued fear of the other man.
Forget it. If that's all you're worry
Ing about, I'll pay your fine. Where's
Anita?"
Upstairs"
Us she feeling better?"
The burning eyes turned toward the
other man, eyes which told thou
sand stories of suffering.
"BetterY asked Old Jim In a voice
that was stranger, more weird than
ever. mo. She's-shes crying. 1t
had to come. Fve-done what I've
always been afraid of doing. I've
broken her heart. Pve-I've told herI"
What do you meanY'
Just then the doorbell tangled.
"Graham's at the door," Old Jim
said slowly. He's come for me. VIII
you let him in?"
Certainly" Bart could say but lit
de else, He passed the tense figure
and turned the knob Sheriff Graham
Of Warrington looked up at him in
surly fashion.
II want him"-Graham demanded
who's that standing back there In
Ehe hall2"
Jim AlderbyP The faint voice an
swered.
Did you ever go under the name
Of George Morrison2"
"Ihat-that was my real name"
Then guess you'd better come
along. I've got a telegram here from
Alkonia that they want you"
'AlkoniaY' Bart Rogers had edged
INTO the conversation. "Alkonia-
BhereT
illinois,"
But Jim hasn't been out of this
town for"
Well, If you've got to know" and
A~ NtASiAA pOheu IOTWdTu lclSSIStlli
maybe you'd better look at this and
Get an eyeful."
Bart Rogers took the message, sud
denly to find ghe words swimming be-
lore Ills eyes. For a full moment he
stared at it, reading again the crisp,
brutal order.
Graham, Sheriff,
Warrington, Wyo.
Arrest and hold for local officer,
George Morrison, alias James Alderby,
nIty-slx, i've ten, dark eyes, second
niger Of right hand bent to left, scar
ABOVE right ear. Charge murder.
Chief Of Police, Alkonia, H."
"Murder?" Bart Rogers spoke the
Sord dazedly. non-understandingly
There must be some mistake about
This -
You're not the one WHO'S running
L. the sheriF cut in This mans