The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1935-09-19

estate, escaped In his speed boat and
here he was-here, under this very
roofl
A robber-that was what he wasl
A robber-a bandit, such as one saw
In the movies
That explained why he was so we'll
dressed. so handsome. had such fas-
clnating manners He was gentle
man burglar.
All up-to-date villains In these days
were gentlemen. Not that she had
ever encountered villain in the flesh.
Still, she had read romances about
them and was there not one In every
movlng-plcture? They were not diff
cult to recognize.
1t WAS ilarating-wonderful A
thief In the room overhead Think of
1t! The very thief for whom all the
police In the countryside were search
ing. He was no small, cheap type of
criminal. He did things on big scale
so big that radio announcements had
been broadcast about him and no doubt
at this instant detectives and crime
inspectors were chasing up and down
the highways; dashing through cities.
and keeping telephone wires hot In
wild search for the gentleman asleep
| upstairs
Why, that very morning had not Eli
sha Winslow, the Wilton sheriff, who
had frankly admitted he yearned for
excitement, helped undress the wretch
and put him comfortably to bed? The
humor OF the situation almost over
came her.
/ 1t seemed as II she must have some
one to share the joke. But no one
should. No! Nobody should be the
wiser because of her. The poor. hunt
ed fellow should have his chance.
1t was little venturesome and
risky she admitted, to obstruct justice
and should she be found out she would,
without doubt, be clapped into jail.
Still she resolved to take chance.
After all. who could prove she had
known Stanley Heath to be what he
was? Nobody. She would not even
let him suspect 1t.
The important thing was to await an
opportunity and soon-before he was
able to be abput-return the hand
kerchef she held In her hand to It's
place beneath the brick. Then all
would be we'll. This should not be diff
ficult 1t would be quite easy to get
Marcia to take up Mr.. Heath's supper.
In the meantime, the situation was
intensely amusing. It's danger APP
pealed to her. She had always en-
joyed haIr-breadth escapades Any
thing but dullness. That had been the
trouble with Alton City-it had been
dull-deadly dull
But Wilton was not dull. In spite
of the fact that only this morning
Elisha Winslow had complained the
town was in need of stirring up, 1t
seethed with electricity. If she chose,
she could hurl bomb shell into Its
midst this very minute. But she did
not choose.
Instead she intended to play her own
quiet game and keep what she knew
to herself. She wondered why. Per-
haps she was falling in love with this
adventures. Yes. that must be It. She
was In love with him--ln love with a
bandit!
Sylvia's Imagination had travelled so
swiftly and so far that 1t came to
earth with q crash when Marcia opened
the door.
sit was not alone the buffetlng OF
the salt breeze nor the exhlaration Of
walking against 1t that had trans
formed her into something radlantly
lovely. From within glowed strange
fire that made her another creature
altogether
"Why-why-Marcla !" breathed Syl-
via. bewildered.
i've had such glorious walk,
dear" cried Marcia. "The fog has
lifted and the sky Is sheet OF
amethyst and gold"
a.Did the men get the boat OFF,"
Eyes. She Is floating TRANQUILITY as
a dove"
what Is her name2"
".My Unknown Lady"
"Mercy on us! That ought to satisfy
even Elisha"
1T did," said Marcia.