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THE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE. NEBRASKA. r 1 n Si WDICL iSHTDANGS LWI EL0STMri0fi5CDDn0I)r5 8YNOPSI8. 6 Kenneth Grlswold. an unsuccessful Writer, bccau.no of socialistic tendencies, holds up Andrew Oalbralth, president of I ho llayou Rtato Security, In tho presl dent's prlvato office and cscapna with f 100, OOO In cash. By original mothodn ho es capes lha huo and cry and goes aboard the Hollo Julio as a deckhand. lit; unox-x-ctMlIy confronts Charlotto Pnrnhutn of Wahaaka, Minn., who had aeon him cash OoJbrnlth's check In the bank. Charlotte recognltca Orlawold, and decides to do Inounco him. 8ho seen tho brutal mato rescued from drowning by Orlawold. Shu lalka to Orlawold and by his advlco sends ti letter of botrayal to Qalbralth anony rnousty. Orlawold la arrested on the ar rival of tho boat at Bt. tauls, but oscapos pom hln captors. He decldea on Wa baakn, Minn., an a hiding place, and after outfitting hlninclr properly, tukos tho (rain. Margery Qrloraon, daughter of Jasper Qrtoroon, tho financial magnate of rWahastiB. starts a campaign for social recognition by the "old families" of the town. Orlawold falln 111 on tho Blooper puia la carod for and token to hor homo In Wahaaka by Margery, who finds the Htolea money In hln suitcase. Hrofnn, detective, takes the troll. Margery asks her rather to got Edward Raymnr Into financial hot wuter and then help him put or it CHAPTER XI Continued. "Ho ain't tho roan to go to his (womenfolks whon ho gotn Into hot wa iter. Ho'll koop It to himself; 11- ' Mioy'11 go on binding you, snmo ua pTcr." Miss Qrlorson pulled on hor gaunt Bo to nnd inado roady to go, lel&uroly, pB boflttcd hor pouo. "That la whoro you aro mistaken," pho objoctod, coolly. "It Isn't very often I can glvo you a business tip, but this Is ono of tho times whon I cun. Whon John Raymor died, ho left nn undivided half of his eatato to his Vifo, tho other half to bo sharod pqually by tho children. At tho proB wnt moment overy dollar tho ontlro family has la Investod in tho Iron plant. You will lot Mr. Raymer get lilmsolf Into hot water, as you call It, find then, when I say tho word, you'll foach In nnd pull him out." Whon alio was gone, tho prcsldont noloctod nnothor of tho overgrown cl lra from n box In tho desk drawer, lighted It, and tilted back In the big armchair to envelop himself In a cloud of omoko. It was his slnglo expenslvo habit tho novcr-ompty box of Brob dlngnaglan cigars In tho drnwor nnd TM31C1I "That's Where You Are Mistaken," She Objected Coolly, tho Indulgence helped him to push tho lYollow-Dog period Into n remoter past. After n tlmo the smoko cloud bo camo nrtlculato, rumbling forth chuck lings and HAlzabothan oaths, mlngllug tylth muslngB Idiomatic and profane. "By gad, I bellovo bIio thought sho was fooling mo 1 do, for a fact! Hut 11'b too thin. Of courso, she wnntB to inako tho women kowtow, but that feln,t all thoro 1b to It not by a Jugful. at It's all right; sho plays her owu tiand, and sho'a bully good nnd nblo to play It, If sho'B after Rnymur's ncalp, ho might aa woll got ready to roar a wig, right now. I'll bnck hor to win, every tlmo." Accordingly, whon Mr. Kdward Ray lucr camo out of tho president's room kt (he Farmora' and MerchnntB' bank (the following morning, ho was trend lug upon nlr. For lu hla mind's oye lioro was a fair picture of a groat and Buccossful Industry to bo built tpou tho substantial extension ot credit promlsod by tho capltallat whoso presonco chamber ho had just sulttod. CHAPTER XII. ' Loss and Gain. Striving feobly as ono who gathers p the shards and fragmenta after an Uxploslon, Orlawold rememborod joloudlly tho supper of taatoleas (courses at tho Hotel Chouteau. After fward thoro woro vaguo Impressions, Momentary breaches In tho wall of In closing darknoss. In ono ot theso Intervals a woman had stood beside blin, and ho scouted to remombor that bho had mit her cool hand on bis 30NA forehead. When completo conscious noan returnod, tho dream Improsslon was still so sharply defined that ho wna not surprised to And her atund ing at his bedside Iloforo ho could framo any of tho queries which camo thronging to tho door ot tho returned consciousness, sho smiled and shook hor head and forbado him. Later in tho day tho doctor camo; and whon tho professional require ments woro satisfied, Orlawold learned tho bare facts of his succoring. It wan characteristic of tho Grlswold ot other days that the Immenso obliga tion under which tho Orlcrsons had placed him made hhn gasp and per splro afresh. Grlswold looked long and earnestly at tho faco of his professional adviBor. It was a good faco, clearly lined, ho novolont, and, above all, trustwo thy. "Tell mo ono thing more, doctor, If you can. What was tho motlvo? Was It Just heavenly goodheartedness? or" Tho doctor's smllo was the least possible shndo wintry. "When you havo lived a few yenrB longer In this world of ours, you will not probe too doeply Into motives; you will tako tho ducd us the sum clcnt exponont of tho prompting be hind It. If I say so much, you will understand that I am not Impugning Miss Orlerson's motives. Thero nre times whon sho Is tho good angel of everybody In sight, Mr. " Tho pauso uftor tho courtesy title was significant, nnd Grlswold filled it promptly. "Grlswold Kenneth Grls wold. Do you mean to say that you hnvon't known my name, doctor?" "Wo havo not. Wo took tho Good Samaritan's privilege nnd rnnsncked your belongings MIbs Margery and I thinking there might bo relatives or friends who should be notified." "And you found nothing?" queried the sick man, a cold fear gripping at his heart. "Nothing but clothing and your toi let tools, a pistol, and n typewritten book manuscript bearing no signa ture" Grlswold turned hla fnco away and shut his eyes. Once more his stake in the gamo of llfo was gono. "Thero was nnothor package of of papers In one of tho grips," ho said, faintly; "qulto a largo packago wrapped In brown papor." "Wo found nothing but the manu script. Could anyone elso make ubo of tho papers you Bpeak of?" Grlswold was too feoblo to provarl cate successfully. "There was monoy In tho packngo," ho said, leaving tlio physician to Infer whnt ho pleased. "Ah; then you wero robbod. It's a pity wo didn't know It at tho tlmo. It la pretty lato to begin looking for tho thief now, I'm nfrald." "Quito too late," said Orlawold mo notonously. It wns not until after tho doctor had gono that Grlswold was able to face tho now mlsfortuno with anything Hko a Bober measure of equanimity. With or without monoy, ho must ro llovo tho GrlorsonB of their self assumed burden at tho earliest pos sible moment. This wn3 tho thought with which ho sank Into tho first natural sleep of convnlcsconce. Hut during tho daya which followed, Margery was able to modify It without dulling tho keen edge ot his obligation. What perfect hospitality could do was dono, with out ostentation, with tho oxact de groo of Bpontanolty which mndo It ap pear as a service rendered to a kins man. It was ono of tho glfta of tho daughter of mon to be able to Ignore nil tho middle dlatancoa botweou nn Introduction' and n friendship; and by tho time Grlswold wns strong enough to lot tho big, gontlo Swedo plnnt him In a Morris chair In tho sun-warmed bay window tho friendship was a fact accomplished. "Do you know, you'ro tho most won dorful person I havo ever known?" ho said to Margery, on tho first of tho sunning duys when sho had come to perch In tho window sent opposifo his ciuur. "Do you believe In destiny?" Sho nodded brightly. "Somotlmes I do; when It bringR things out tho way 1 want tnom to como out." "I'vo often wondered." ho wont on musingly. "Think of It somowhoro back In tho "past you took tho first stop In tho path which was to lead you to that lato supper In tho Chou toau. Somowhoro In my pnst I took tho first stop In tho crooked trail that wob to lead mo thoro." "Well?" alio oncouragod. "Tho paths crossed and 1 am your poor dobtor," ho finished. "I can never hope to ropny you and your ruiner ror wnat you iiavo dono." "Oh, yos you can," alio assorted lightly, "You can pass It along to tho mnn farther down. Forgot It, and toll mo what you want to know about Wa haska." "First, I'd llko to know my doctor's namo." "Tho Ideal" she exclaimed. "Hnmi there boon anybody to lutroduco you? Ho Is Wnhnska's best-beloved 'Doc tor Bertie;' otborwlso Doctor Herbert 0. Farnham." "Doctor Farnhnm? not Miss Char" Ho bit tho namo In two In tho middle, but tho mischief was done. "Yea; Charlotlo's father," was tho calm reply. Then: "Whcro did you meet Mlaa Farnhnni?" "I haven't met her," ho protested Instantly; "she sho doesn't know mo from Adam. Rut I havo seen hor, and I happened to learn her namo and her homo address." "Oh," said tho small fitter of deduc tion pegB; nnd nfterwnrd alio talked, and mado tho convalescent tulk, point edly of other things. This occurred In tho forenoon of a pleasant day In May. In tho after noon of tho samo day MIbs Grlcrson's trap was halted before tho door of tho temporary quartors or tho Wnhnska public library. Raymor saw tho trap and crossed tho street, remembering what ho would othorwiso havo forgot tenthat his sister had asked him to get a hook on orchids. MIsb Margery was in tho referenco room, wading absently through tho nowspnpor files. Sho nodded brightly 'It Is Pretty Late to Begin Lpoklng for the Thief Now." whon Raymer entered and was not In tho least duat-bllnded by tho library card In his hand. 'You aro Just In tlmo to help mo," also told him. "Do you remember tho story of that daring bank robbery in New Orleans a few weeks ago? tho ono In which a man mado tho presi dent draw a check and get It cashed for him?" Raymer did remember It, chiefly bo- cnuso ho had talked about it at tho tlmo with Jasper Grierson, and had wondered curiously how tho president of tho Farmers' nnd Merchants! would doport himself under llko conditions. "If you should meet the mnn faco to faco, would you recognlzo him from tho description?" sho Unshed up at Raymer. "Not In a thousand years," ho con fessed. "Would you?" "No; not from tho description," sho admitted. Then sho passed to a mat ter apparently qulto Irrelevant. "Didn't I see Miss Farnhnm's ro- turn noticed in tho Wnhnskan tho other day?" With Charlotte's father a dally visi tor at M.bresldo, it seemed lncredtblo that Miss Grierson had not heard of tho daughter's homecoming. But Ray mor answered in good faith. "They camo up as far as St. LouIb on ono of tho Anchor line tho Dello Ju lio and oven Miss Oilman admits that tho accommodations wero excel lent." S' nodded absently and begnu to turn tho leaves of tho newspaper fllo. Raymer took it as his dismissal and wont to tho desk to got tho orchid book. When ho looked In again on hla way to tho street, MIbs Qrlorson had gono, leaving tho fllo of the Pioneer Press opon on tho reading desk. Al most Involuntarily ho glanced at the flrst-pago headings, thrilling to a little shock of surprlso when ono of them proved to bo tho caption of another Associated Press dispatch giving a 20- lino story of tho capturo and second escapo of tho Uayou Stato Security robber on tho levoo at St. Louis. Tho reading of tho bit of stalo news impressed him curiously. Why had Miss Margery Interested herself In tho details of tho Now Orleans bnnk rob bery? Why with no apparent spe cial reason should sho havo remem bered It at all or, remembering It, havo known where to look for the two nowspupor roforoncos? Raymor loft tho library speculating vaguely 011 the unaccountable tan- gonts at which tho fomtnlno mind could now and then lly off from tho woll-deflned clrclo of tho convention ally usual. On raro occasions his mothor or Gortrudo did It, nnd ho had long Blnco learned tho folly of trying to reduco tho small problem to terms of known quuntltlos mascullno. "Just tho samo, I'd llko to know why, thtB tlmo," he snld to himself, as ho crossed tho street to tho Manu facturers club. "MIbs Grierson Isn't at all tho person to do things without an object." CHAPTER XIII. The Convalescent. After u fow moro days In tho Mor rls chair days during which ho wa Idly contontcd when Margery- was with him, and vaguely dlsaatlutled when sho was not Grlswold wna per mltted to go below stairs, whero ho met, for tho first tlmo since tho Grier son roof had given him shelter, the master of Mercstdc. Tho llttlo visit to Jasper Grlcrson's library was not prolonged beyond tho Invalid's strength; but not withstand ing its hrovlty there wero Inert cur rents of nntngonlsm evolved which Margery, present nnd endenvorlug to servo as a lightning arrester, could neither ground nor turn aside. Grlswold took nwny from tho rnthor constrained ico-brenking In tho bank er's library a renewed rcsolvo to cut his obligation to Jasper Grierson as short as possible. How ho should be gin again tho mordant struggle for existence wns still an unsolved prob lem. Of the ouc-thousund-dollar spending fund thero remained some thing less than half; for a few weeks or mouths ho could live nnd pay his way; but after that. . . . Curiously enough tho nlternatlvo of another at tack upon the plutocratic dragon did not siiKKt'Ht Itself. That, ho told him self, was nn experiment tried and found wanting. Hut In any event, he muH not outstay his welcome at Men wide; and with this thought In mind he crept downstairs dally after Jhn library -ulBode and would glvo Margery tin peace because sho would not let him go abroad In tho town. "How sharper than a serpent's tooti. it Is to have a thankless' what shall 1 sny patient, or guest, or friend?" eho Inughcd, garbling the quotation to lit the occasion. "Shakespeare snld 'child,' " he sug gentcd mildly. "And so shall I," she gibed but the gibe Itself wns almost a caress. "Some tlnv'H you remind 1110 of an impatient boy who has been promised a peach and can't wait until It ripens. But If you must havo n reason why I won't drlvo you this afternoon, you may. Wo are going to have a tiny llttlo social function at Meresldo this eve ning, and I want you to bo fresh and rested for It." "Certainly, I shall come, If you wish It," he assonted, remembering nfresh his immenso obligation; nnd when the time was rlpo ho made himself pre sentable and felt hla way down the dimly lighted library stair, being minded to slip into the social pool by the routo which promised the smallest splash nnd tho fewest rlppleB. It was a stirring of tho Philistine In him that led him to prcflguro weari ness and bannllty In tho prospect. Without in tho least expecting It, Grls wold was a Bruhmln of tho sevorest sect on his social side; easily dis posed to hold nloof and to criticize and, as a man eastern-bred, serenely nsBiired that nothing truly acceptable In the social sense could como out of tho Nazareth of the West. For this cause ho was properly hu miliated when ho entered tho spacious double drawing-rooms and found them bo comfortably crowded by a throng of conventionally clothed and conven tionally behaved guests that ho was immediately ablo to loso himself and nny lingering trace of solf-consclous-ness In a company which, if appear ances woro to bo trusted, was west ern only by reason of Wnhaska'a loca tion on tho map. And tho charming young hostess . . . Hitherto ho hnd known hor only as his benefactress and the thoughtful caretaker for hla comfort. But now, at this first Bight of her In tho broader social flold, sho shone upon and dazzled him. Admitting that the later charm might bo subtly sen suousho refusod to analyze it too closely It was undenlablo that It warmed hlra to a newer nnd a stronger llfo; that ho could bask In Its generous glow llko somo hibernating thing of tho wild answering to tho first thrilling of tho springtide True. Miss Grierson boro llttlo resomblnuce to any ideal of his past imaginings. She might oven bo tho Aspasla to Charlotto Farnham's Saint Cecilia. But, even so, was not tho daughter of Axlochua well boloved ot men and of heroes? It was somo llttlo time nftorward, and Jasper Grierson, stalking llko a grim and rathor unwilling master of ceremonies among his guests, had gruffly introduced threo or four of tho men, when Grlswold gladly mado room in tho window seat for his trans formed and glorified mistress of the fitnesses. As hnd happened more than onco before, her nearness Intoxicated him; and whilo ho mado suro now that tho charm was at least partly physical, Its appeal was nono the less Irresistible. "Aro you drendfully tired?" she asked, adding quickly: "You mustn't lot us mnko a martyr of you. It's your prlvllego to disappear whenever you feel llko It." "Indeed, I'm not at all tired," he protested. "It Is all very comforting and homollko; so vnBtly " ho hesi tated, seeking thoughtfully for tho word which should convoy his mean ing without laying him open to tho charge of patronizing supercilious ncBB, and she supplied It promptly. "So different from whnt you were expoctlng; I know. You havo been thinking of us as barbarians outor bnrbarlans, perhaps and you find that wo aro only harmless provincials. But really, you know, wo aro improving. I wish you could have known Wa hnaka as It used to bo." "It Is all very grateful and delight ful to mo," ho confessed, nt longth. "I havo been out ot tho social run ning for a long tlmo, but I may as well admit that I am shamelessly eplcu rean by nature, and an ascetic only when tho necessity Jrlve" "I know," oho assented, with quick appreciation. "An author has to bo ' both, haan't ho? keen to enjoy, and ' woll burdened to endure" Mo turned upon hor squarely "Whoro did you over lenrn how to sny such things as that?" ho de manded. it was an opening for mockery and good-natured raillery, hut sho did not make use of It. Instead, alio lot him look as deeply na ho pleased Into tho velvety eyes whon sho said: "It is given to somo of us to seo nnd to understand whcro others have to learn slowly, letter by letter. "Surely, your own gift has told you that, Mr. Grls wold?" "It bus," ho acknowledged. "But I have found few who ronlly do under stand." "Which la to say that you haven't yet found your other solf, Isn't It? Perhaps that will come, too, If you'll only bo patient and not expect too many other sifts of tho goda along with tho ono prlcele8B gift of perfect sympnthy." "When I find the ono prlcclosB gift, I shnll confidently expect to find ev erything else," ho nsBortod, still held a willing prisoner by tho bewitching eyes. Sho laughod acitly. "You'll bo dis appointed. Tho gift you demand will preclude somo of tho others; ns tho others would certainly procludo It. How cnii you bo an author nnd not un derstand that?" "I am not an author, I am sorry to say," ho objected. "I hnvo written but tho ono book, nnd I havo never been nblo to find a publisher for It." "But you aro not going to give up?" "No; I nm going to rewrite tho book and try again and yet again, if needful. It Is my message to man kind, and I mean to deliver It." "Bravo!" sho applauded, clapping her hnndB In a little burst of enthu siasm which, if It wero not real, was at least an excellent simulation. "It Is only tho weak ones who say, 'I hope' For tho truly strong hearts thero la only ono battle cry, 'I will!' When you get blue nnd discouraged you muat come to me and let mo cheer you. Cheering people Is my mission, If I havo any." Grlswold'a pale faco fluahed and tho blood sang Hltingly in his veins. Ho wondered if sho hnd been tempted to read tho manuscript of tho book whilo ho was fighting his way back to con sciousness nnd life. If thoy had been nlono together, ho would havo asked her. Tho bare possibility set all the springs of the author's vanity upbub bllng within him. Thero nnd then he promised himself that sho should hear tho rewriting of tho book, chapter by chapter. But what he said was out of. a deeper and worthier underthought. "You have many missions, Miss Margery; some of them you choose, and some are chosen for you." "No," sho denied; "nobody has ever chosen for me." "That may bo true, without making me a fulse prophet. Sometimes when wo think we arc choosing for our selves, chance chooses for us; of toner thnn not, I believe." Sho turned on him quickly, and for a single swiftly passing Instant tho velvety oyes wero deep wells of sober ness with an Indefinable underdepth of borrow In them. Grlswold hnd a sudden conviction that for tho first tlmo In his knowing of her ho was looking Into tho bouI of tho real Mar gery Grierson. "Whnt you call .'chance may pos sibly havo a bigger and better namo." sho said gravely. Somo little time after this Raymer. who hnd been one of the men Intro duced by Jasper Grierson, turned up again In the invalid's corner. Raymer "You Have Many Missions, Miss Margery." suggested tho smoking-room and a cigar, and Grlswold went willingly. From that on the path to better ac quaintance wns tho easiest of short cuts, even as the mild cigar which Raymer found In his pockot caso paved, the wny for a return of tho smokor'u zest In tho convalescent. Without calling himself a reformer, tho young Ironmaster proved to be a practical sociologist. Wherefore, when Grlswold presently mounted his own Boclologlcnl hobby ho was promptly in vited to visit tho Raymor foundry and machluo works, to tho end that he might hnvo somo of hla theories of tho universal oppression of wage camera charitably modified. "Of course, I don't deny that wo'ro a long way .from tho mllennlum yet," was Raymer's summing up of the con ditions in his awn plant. "But I do claim that wo aro on a present-day, living footing. So far as the men un- derstnnd loytvJty, they nre lo.vai, part ly to my father's memory; partly, 1 hope, to mo. Wo havo novor hnd a strlko or nn approach to one, or a dis agreement that could not be adjusted amicably. Whether theso conditions can bo maintained nfter we doublo our capacity nnd got In a lot of now blocd, I can't say. But I hopo they can." "You aro enlarging?" said Grlswold, Raymer waited until tho only other man In tho smoking den had gono bnck to tho drawing-rooms beforo ho said: "Yes; iNiaught tho fever along with tho rest of them a few weeks ago, nnd I'm already beginning to wish that I hadn't." "You nro nfrald of the market?" "N-no; times nre good, and tho mar ketour market, at least Is dally growing stronger. It Is rathor a mat ter of finances. I am an engineer, as my father was beforo me. When it comes to wrestling with tho monoy devil, I'm outclassed from tho start." "There aro a good many moro of us in the same boat," said Grlswold, leav ing an opening for further confidence!! If Jtnymor choso to make them. But tho young Ironmaster was looking at. his wntch, and the confidences wero postponed. "I'm keeping you up, when 1 dare say you ought to b in bed," ho pro tested; but Grlswold held htm long enough to ask for a suggestion lu a small matter of his own. Now that ho was ablo to bo about, ho was most anxious to relievo Miss Grierson nnd her father of tho charge and care of quo whoso obligation to thorn was already moro than mountain-high; did Raymer happen to know of sorno quiet household whcro tho obligated one could find lodging and a simplo table? Raymer, taking tlmo to think of it, did know. Mrs. Holcomb, tho widow of his father's bookkeeper, owned her own house in Shawnee street. It was not a boarding house Tho widow rented rooms to two of Mr. Orlerson's hank clerks, nnd sho was looking for another desirable lodger. Quito pos sibly sho would bo willing to board tho extra lodger. Raymer himself would go and seo her about it. "It Is an exceedingly kind-hearted community, thla homo town of yours, Mr. Raymer," was tho convalescent's leave-taking, when he shook hands with tho Ironmaster at the foot of the stairs; and that was the thought which ho took to bed with htm after Raymer had gono to make his adleux to the small person who, In Grlswold'a reckoning, owned tho kindest of kind hearts. CHAPTER XIV, Broffin'a Equation. Having Clerk Maurice's telegram to time tho overtaking approach, Broffln found tho Belle Julie backing and fill ing for her berth at tho Vlcksburg landing when, after a hasty Vlcksburg breakfast, he had himself driven tc tho river front. Going aboard as soon as the swing stage was lowered, he found Maurlco, with whom ho had something more than a speaking acquaintance, just turning out of his bunk in tho texaa, "I took it for granted you'd be along," was Maurice's greeting. "Who! bank robber aro wo running nwnj with now?" Brollln grinned. "I'm still after tho one you took o In tho placo of John Gavltt." "Humph!" said tho clerk, sleepily; "I thought that ono was John Gavltt.' "No;, ho merely took Gavltt's plact and name, Tell me nil you kno about him." "1 don't know anything about him excopt that ho was fool enough to pui Buck McGrath out of tho river jutt after McGrath had tried to bump hlu over the bows." "Of courso, bo far aB you know, no body on tho boat suspected that tin fellow who called himself Gavltt wai anything but the 'roustlo' ho was pass Ing himself off for? You didn't know of his having any talk with any of tin upper-deck people?" "Only onco," said tho day clerk promptly. "When wns that?" "It was ono day Just after the 'man overboard' lucldent, a llttlo while nftci dusk In tho evening. I was up hen In the texas, getting ready to go ti supper. Gavltt we may as well keej on calling him that till you've fount another namo for him Gavltt hai been cubbing for tho pilot. I saw hln go across tho hurricane-deck guurda, and a mlnuto later I heard him talklni to somebody a woman on tin guards below." "You didn't hear what was said?" "I didn't pay any attention. Pas sengerB, woman passengers, especial ly, often do that pull up a 'roustle and pry into him to seo what sort o wheels ho has. But I noticed tha thoy talked for qulto a llttlo whilo, because, when I finished dressing am went below, ho was Just leaving her.' Brollln roso up from tho bunk 01 which ho had been sitting and laid 1 heavy hand on Maurice's shouldoi "You ain't going to tell me that yoj didn't find out who tho woman wat Clarence what?" he Bald' anxiously. "That's Just what l'vo got to tol you, Matt," roturned tho clerk, reluc tantly. "I waa duo nt the second table aniT I didn't go as far forward as th stanchion sho was holding to. All can toll you Is that sho was ono o 1 tho half-dozou or bo younger womei wo had on board; I could guess a that much." Broflln'B oath wob not of anger; was a roero upbubbllng ot dlsuppnln raent. tTO BE CONTINUED.! I
