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CHAPTER XXI. Continued.
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"When I get through with the Judge,
1 shall want to go out to tho dam.
"Will you wait nnd tako mo?"
"Surest thing on earth" with
prompt acquiescence And then: "Is
it as bad as you thought It was going
to bo, Johnr
"It's about as bad as It can bo," was
tho sobor reply, ond with that Smith
went In to wait for his Interview with
tho Tlmanyonl's best-beloved Jurist.
At nlno o'clock, or a few minutes
beforo tho hour, David Klnzle, nt his
desk In the Brewster City Natlonnl,
telephoned a message that presently
brought Colonel Dexter Baldwin ti tho
prlvato room In tho bank known to
nervous debtors as "the swentbox."
"Sit down, Dexter," sold the banker
shortly; "sit down n minute while I
look at my mall."
It was ono of David Klnzle's small
subtleties to make a man sit Idly thus,
on ono pretext or another; It rnrcly
failed to put tho Incomer at a disad
vantage, nnd on tho present occasion
It worked llko a charm. Baldwin had
let his dgnr go out and had chewed
,tho end of It Into a pulp beforo Klnzle
JBwung around In his chair and
launched out abruptly.
"You and I have always been pretty
Rood friends. Dexter," ho began, "and
ft havo called you down hero this
morning to provo to you that I nm
iBtlll your friend. Where Is your man
Smith?"
Baldwin shook his hend. "I don't
jknow," ho answered. "I haven't seen
Mm sluco last evening."
"Has ho run away, then?"
Tho Missouri colonel squared him
self doggedly In tho suppliant debtor's
.chair, which was tho ono Klnzlo had
placed for him. "What are you driv
ing at, Dave?" he demanded.
"We'll tackle your end of It flrst,"
fcald tho banker curtly. "Do you know
(that you and your crowd havo como to
(tho bottom of tho bag on that dam
proposition?"
"No, I don't"
"Well, you have. You've got Just
ono moro day to live."
The Mlesourlan fell back upon his
nattvo phrase.
"1 reckon you'll have to show me,
Dave," asserted Baldwin stoutly. "But
KO on. You've got your gun loaded:
(what are you aiming it at?"
"Just this: lttold you weeks ago
that tho other people wero carrying
too many big guns for you. I don't
"want to see you killed off, Dexter."
Tin no quitter; you ought to know
Ithat, Dave," was tho blunt rejoinder.
"I know; but thero are times when
It Is simply foolhardy to hold on. Tho
compromise proposition that I put up
o you people a while back still holds
good. But today Is tho last day. Dex
ter. You must accept it now, If you
iaro going to accept It at all."
"And if wo refuse?"
"You'll go to smash, tho wholo kit
of you. As rvo said, this Is the last
'call."
By this tlmo Baldwin's cigar was a
hopeless wreck.
"You've got something up your
sleeve, Dave: what Is it?" ho Inquired.
Tho banker pursed his lips and the
bristling mustache assumed Its most
taggresslvo angle.
"There are a number of things, but
tho one which concerns you most, Just
no.v, Is this: we've got Smith's record,
iut lnet. lie Is an outlaw, with a prlco
on his head. We've dug out tho wholo
story. P is a defaulting bank cash
ier, and before ho ran away, ho tried
to kill his president"
Baldwin was frowning heavily.
"Who told you all this? Was It this
Kiss IUchlandcr over at tho Hophra
ouse.
i i
' "No; it was her father. I sent ono
of my young men out to tho Topaz
,to look him up."
"And you havo telegraphed to tho
chief of police, or tho sheriff, or who
Sever it Is that wants Smith?"
"Not yet I wanted to give you ono
jmoro chance, Dexter. Business comes
prst Tho Browster City National Is
ja bank, not n detcctlvo agency. You
go and find Smith and Ore him; tell
him ho is down and out; get rid of
h!m, onco for all. Then como back
'hero and we'll fix up that compromlso
Iwith Stanton."
Baldwin found a match and tried to
Irollght the dead cigar. But it was
(Chewed past redemption.
"Let's got it plumb Btralght, Dave,"
tho pleaded, in tho quiet tono of ono
who will leave no peace-keeping stone
unturned. "You say you'vo got John
dead to rights. Smith is a mighty com
mon name. I Bltouiun't wonucr it
there wero half a million r so John
Smiths taking tho country over. How
do you know you'vo got tho right
;ono?"
"His mlddlo namo is 'Montague,'"
snapped tho banker, "and tho man
(who is wanted called himself 'J. Mon
tague Smith.' But wo can Identify
him positively. Mr. Rlchlandcr's
daughter can tell us if ho Is tho right
,Smlth, and sho probably will if tho po
.lice ask her to."
Baldwin may havo had his own
opinion about that, but if so, ho kept
It to himself and spoko feelingly of
ethftf thUio.
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REAL
By FRANCIS LYNDE
(Copyright by diss. Scribner't Sou)
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"Dave," ho said, rising to stand over
tho square-built man In tho swing
chair, "It's llko pulling a sound tooth
to have to tell you tho plain truth.
You'vo got a mighty bad caso of
money-rot Tho profit account has
grown so big with you that you can't
Hco ovor tho top of It You'vo horsed
back and forth between Stanton's out
fit and ours until you can't tell tho
dlffcrenco between your old friends
and a bunch of low-down, consclcnco
lcss land-plratc. You pull your gun
and go to shooting whenever you get
ready. Well stay with you and try
to hold up our end nnd John's. And
you mark my words, Dave: you're tho
man that's going to get left In this
deal; tho straddlcr always gets left"
And with that ho cut tho interview
short and went back to tho High Lino
o dices on tho upper floor.
CHAPTER XXII.
Witnesses.
Driven by Starbuck In tho brand-
new car, Smith reached tho dam at
half-pnst ten' and nan in tlmo to seo
tho swarming carpenters begin tho
plnclng of forms for tho pouring of tho
final section of tho great wall. Though
tho high water was lapping at tho foot
timbers of tho forming, and tho weath
er reports wero still portentous, Wil
liams was In lino fettle. Thero had
been no further Interferences on tho
part of tho railroad people, every man
on tho Job was spurting for tho finish,
and tho successful end was now fairly
in sight
"We'll bo pouring this afternoon,"
ho told Smith, "and with a twenty-four-hour
sot for tho concrete, and the
forms left In placo for additional se
curity, wo can shut tho spillway gates
and back tho water Into tho main
ditch. Instead of being a hindrance,
then, tho flood-tide will help. Under
slack-water conditions, It would take
a day or two to finish filling tho reser
voir lake, but now we'll got tho few
feet rise needed to fill the sluices al
most while you wait"
"You have your guards out, as wo
planned?" Smith inquired.
"Twenty of tho best men I could
find. They nro patrolling on both
sides of tho river, with Instructions to
report It they see so much as a rabbit
'Jump up."
"Good. Tm going to let Starbuck
drive mo around the lake limits to
see to It personally that your pickets
are on tho Job. But, first I'd llko
to uso your phono for a minute or
two," and with that Smith shut him
self up in tho small field office and
called Martin, the bookkeeper, at the
town headquarters.
Tho result of tho brief talk with
Martin seemed satisfactory, for when
it was concluded, Smith rang off and
asked for tho Hophra House. Being
given tho hotel exchange, ho called
the number of Miss IMchlander's suite,
nnd tho answer canio promptly in her
full, throaty volco:
"Is that you, Montague?"
"Yes. rm out nt tho dam. Noth
ing has been done yet. No telegraph
ing, I mean. You understand?"
"Perfectly. But something Is go
ing to be done. Mr. K. has had Colonel
B. with him In the bank. I saw tho
colonel go In while I was at breakfast
When are you coming back to town?"
"Not for Home tlmo; I have a drlvo
to make that will keep mo out until
afternoon."
"Very well; you'd better stay away
as long as you cud, und'ihen you'd
better communlcato with me beforo
you show yourself much in public. I'll
havo Jlbbey looking out for you."
Smith said "good-by" and hung up
the receiver with a fresh twinge of
juhu. y ii muuu .
1" S Rffi
moro complete. Corona Baldwin:
what would sho say to this newest al
liance? Would she not say again, and
this time with greater truth, that ho
was n coward of tho basest sort; of
tho typo that makes no scruplo of hid
ing behind a woman's skirts?
Between tho noon-hour and tho
one-o'clock nophra Uouso luncheon,
Mr. David Klnzle, still halting be
tween two opinions, left his desk nnd
the bank and crossed tho street to
tho hotel. Ho wrote his namo on a
card and let tho clerk send It up. Tho
boy canio back almost Immediately
with word, that Miss IUchlandcr wus
waiting In tho mczzanlno parlors.
Tho banker tipped tho call-boy and
went up alone. Ho had seen Miss
Blchlander, onco when sho wns driving
with Smith nnd again at the theater In
tho samo company. So ho know what
to expect when ho tramped heavily
Into tho parlor overlooking the street
None tho less, tho dazzling beauty of
tho young woman who roso to shako
hands with him nnd call him by namo
rather took him off his feet David
Klnzlo was a hopeless bachelor, from
choice, but thero aro women, nnd wom
en. "Do you know, Mr. Klnzlo, I havo
been expecting you all day," sho said
sweetly, making him sit down bcsldo
her on one of tho flaming red monstros
ities billed in the hotel Inventories as
"Louis Qulnzo sofas." "My father sent
I mo a noto by ono of your young men,
MAN
and ho said that perhaps you would
that perhaps you might want to "
Her rich voice was at Its fruitiest,
and tho hesitation was of exactly the
proper shade.
Klnzle, cold-blooded as a fish with
despondent debtors, felt himself sud
denly warmed and moved to bo gentlo
with this gracious young woman.
"Er yes, Miss Blchlander or n
dlsagrcenblo duty, you know. I want
c'd to ask about this young man, Smith.
We don't know him very well here in
Brewster, nnd as he has considerable
business dealings with tho bank, we
that is, I, thought your father might
bo ablo to tell us something about
his standing In his homo town."
'"And my father did tell you?"
"Well yes; he; er ho says Smith
Is a a grand rascal; a fugitive from
Justice ; and wo thought " David Kln
zle, well hardened In ull the processes
of dealing with men, was making dif
ficult weather of it with this ail-too-beautiful
young woman.
Miss IMchlander's laugh was well re
strained. Sho seemed to bo struggling
earnestly to mako it appear so.
"You business gentlemen aro so fun
ny l" sho commented. "You know, of
course, Mr. Klnzle, that this Mr. Smith
and I aro old friends ; you'vo probably
seen us together enough to bo sure of
that Hasn't It occurred to you that
however well I might know tho Mr.
Smith my father has written you
about, I should hardly caro to be seen
in public with him?"
"Then there aro two of them?" Kln
zle demanded.
The young woman was laughing
again. "Would thnt bo so very won
derful? with so many Smiths in tho
world?"
"But er tho mlddlo name, Miss
Blchlander: that isn't so infern so
very common, I'm sure."
"It is rattier remarkable, Isn't it?
But there are a good many Montagues
In our part of the world, too. Tho
man my father wroto you about al
ways signed himself 'J. Montague,' as
if ho wero a little ashamed of the'
'John.' "
"Then this Brewster Smith isn't tho
ono who is wanted in Lawrencevllle
for embezzlement and attempted mur
der?"
"Excuse me," said the beauty, with
another very palpable attempt to
smother her amusement "If you could
only know this other Smith. J. Mon
tague, as I remember him, was a typl-
"He Says Smith Is a Grand Rascal."
cal society man tho kind of man who
wears dress clothes even when he
dines alone, ond who wouldn't let his
beard grow overnight for a king's ran
som., But wait a moment Thero Is
a youug gentleman here who camo last
evening direct from Lawrencevllle.
Let me send for him."
Sho roso and pressed tho bell push,
and when the floor boy came, ho was
sent to the lobby to page Jlbbey. Dur
ing tho little wait, David Klnzlo wus
skillfully mado to talk about other
things. Jlbbey was cosily found, as It
appeared, and ho camd at once. Miss
Blchlander did tho honors graciously.
"Mr. Klnzle, this is Mr. Tucker Jlb
bey, tho son of ono of our Lawrence
vllle bnuk.crs. Tucker Mr. Klnzle;
tho president of tho Brewster City Na
tional." Then, beforo Klnzle could be
gin: "Tucker, I'vo sent for you In
self-defense. You know both Mr. John
Smith, at present of Brewster, and also
J. Montague Smith, somctlmo of Lnw-
renccvlllo and now of goodness only
knows where. Mr. Klnzlo is trying to
mako out tha't they aro ono and tho
same." '
Jlbbey laughed broadly. Ho stood
In no awo of banks, bankers, or stub
bly mustaches.
"I'll tell John, when I seo him again
and tako a chnnco on being ablo to
run faster than ho can," ho chuckled.
"Ripping good Jokol"
"Then you know both men?" said
Klnzle, glancing at his watch and ris
ing. "Llko a book. They're no moro
nllko than black and whlto. Our man
hero is from Cincinnati; Isn't that
where you met him, Vcrda? I recol-
Jlect you didn't Ilk him at first, be-
I cause he wore a heard. liey told me,
Itlin Inst ft mo I wiir nvrr (n Hind. Unit
he'd gone West somewhere, but they
didn't Buy where. He wns the first
man I met when I lit down hero. Lit
tle world, Isn't it, Mr. Klnzlo?"
David Klnzlo was backing awny,
watch In hand. Business was very
pressing, he said, nnd he must get
back to his desk. He was very much
obliged to Miss Blchlander, and was
only sorry that ho had troubled her.
When her father should return to
Brewster ho would be glad to meet
him, and so on and so on, to and be
yond tho portieres which Anally blot
ted him out, for tho two who were left
in the Louis Qulnzo parlor.
"Is that about what you wanted mo
to say?" queried Jlbbey, when tho click
of tho elevator door latch told them
that Mr. Klnzlo was descending.
"Tucker, thero nro times when you
aro almost lovable," 'said the bpauty
softly, with a hand on Jibbcy's shoul
der. "I'm glad it's what you wanted, be
cnuso it's what I was going to say, any
way," returned the ne'er-do-weel Bober
ly, thus showing that he, too, had not
yet outlived the Influence of tho over
night hand-grip.
Since Brewster was n full-fledged
city, Its banks closed ot three o'clock.
Ten minutes after the hour, which hap
pened ulso to be about the same length
of time after Starbuck and Smith had
reached town, Mr. Crawford Stanton
got himself admitted by tho Janitor
nt the side door of the Brewster City
Natlonnl. President Klnzle was still
at his desk In his prlvnte room, and
the promoter entered unannounced.
"I thought I'd hang off and give you
tho limit all tho time there was," ho
said, dropping into the debtor's chair
at tho desk-end. And then, with a
quarrelsome rasp in his tone: "Are
you getting- rendy to switch again?"
Though liis victims often cursed tho
banker for his shrewd caution and his
ruthless profit-takings, no one had ever
accused him of timidity in a stand-up
encounter.
"You've taken that tono with me be
fore, Stanton, and I don't like it," he
returned brusquely. "You may as well
keep It in mind that neither you, nor
the peoplo you represent, own the
BrewBter City Natlonnl, or any part of
it in feo simple."
"We can buy you out any minute
wo think we need you," retorted Stan
ton. "But never mind about that Your
man camo back from the Topaz last
night You've let tho better part of
tho day go by without saying a word,
and I've drawn the only conclusion
thero is to draw."
Klnzle frowned his impatience. "If
I have to do business with your peoplo
much longer, Mr. Stanton, I shall cer
tainly suggest that they put a man in
charge out here who can control bis
temper. Here, is Mr. Bichlander's let
ter." Stanton read the letter through
hastily, punctuating its final sentence
with a brittle oath.
"And you've muddled over this all
day, when every hour is worth more
to us than your one-horse bank could
earn in a year?" he rapped out. "What
have you done? Have you telegraphed
this sheriff?"
"No; and neither will you when I
tell you the facts. You see what Mr.
Blchlander says. We had nothing to
go on unless wo could Identify our
man definitely, so I took the straight
forward course and went to Miss Blch
lander." Stanton's laugh was a derisive shout.
"You need a guardian, Klnzlo; you
do, for a factl" he sneered. "Of
course, tho girl pulled the wool over
your eyes; any woman could do thatl"
"You aro not gaining anything by
being abusive, Stanton. This man of
Baldwin's Is not the one Mr. Blchland
er is trying to describe in that letter."
Stanton bit the tip from a cigar and
struck a light
"Klnzle," ho said, "you think we're
going to lose out, and you are trying
to throw mo off the scent You had a
long talk with Colonel Baldwin this
morning I kept cases on that, too
and you figured that you'd make money
by seesawing again. I'm glad to be
able to tell you that you are Just about
twenty-four hours too late."
The round-bodied banker righted bis
pivot chair with a snap and his lips
were puffed out llko the lips of a swim
mer who sees the saving plank drifting
out of reach. ,
"You aro wrong, Stanton ; altogether
wrong J" he protested. "Baldwin was
hero because I sent for hlra to mnkc a
final uttempt to swing him over to tho
compromise. You arc doing mo tho
greatest possible injustice I"
Stanton roso and mado ready to go.
"I think that would bo rather hard
to do, Klnzle," ho flung back. "No
body loves a trimmer. But in tho pres
ent case you aro not going to lose any
thing. We'll tuko your stock at par,
as I promised you we would."
It was at this crisis that David Kln
zlo showed himself as tho exponent of
tho saying that every man has his
modl,cum of saving grace, by smiting
upon tho arm of his chair and glaring
up at tho promoter.
"Thero's another promise of yours
that you'vo got to remember, too, Stan
ton," ho argued hoarsely. "You'vo got
to hold Dexter Buldwln harmless l"
Stanton's srallo was a mask of pura
malice. "I'vo mado you no deflnlto
promise as to that ; but you shall have
ono now. I'll proralso to break Bald
win In two and throw him and his
ranchmen backers out of tho Timan
yonl. That's what you get for playing
fast and looso with two people at tho
samo time. When you look over your
paying teller's statement for tho day,
you'll seo that I have withdrawn our
account from your tln-hom money,
shop. Good-day."
(TO BB CONTINUBDU
FORCED TO CRIME
BY FATHER'S SINS
Sixteen-Year-old Girl Joins Band
of Robbers and Lands
in Jail.
Fremont, O. A girl without love in
her heart Is paying 'for tho sins of her
father, John Sherry, n wife slayer serv
ing a penitentiary term.
Sho Is Frnnces Sherry, sixteen years
old, who camo from Cleveland a month
ngo nnd who threw in her fortunes
with those of Stephen Nnrmcth and
Milton Tonslng. The trio then plun
dered many houses before arrests
came. She probably will be sent to a
homo for girl delinquents.
Frances operated with the boys at
tired In boy's clothing. ,
Eight years ago tho girl was happy
In her Cleveland homo with her fnth-
Saw Her Mother on the Floor.
er and mother. But one night the
parents quurreled. The little girl lay
in bed and listened. Then thero wus
a dull thud and a woman's scream and
another thud. She lay awake until
daylight and then her father came in
to her room and dressed her for school.
She looked Into the front room and
saw her mother on the floor. The fa
ther had slain the aunt, too, when she
came to the house.
In the days that followed sho -was
shifted about from homo to home. All
love was gone from the girl's heart
with her mother dead and her father
In the "pen." She had loved them both.
Now she Is being tried as a bandit.
HIS STOMACH IS A MUSEUM
Padlock, Chain, Nails and Hooks
Among Articles 8 wallowed by
Phlladelphlan.
Philadelphia. More than 450 pieces
of metal, weighing three and one-hnlf
pounds nnd Including nails, screws,
tacks and safety pins, were found In
Joseph Qulnlln's stomach, when he
wns operated upon for gallstones nt
tho Philadelphia hospital. In addi
tion, 250 gall stones were removed.
Among the other articles found were
a small padlock with a three-Inch
chain, a cigar cutter, tenpenny nnlls,
34 spoon handles, one dozen safety
pins, 40 pieces of type and the same
number of lead slugs, two three-Inch
hooks for screen doors nnd several
American medals, coins nnd badges.
Dr. E. L. Ellnson of tho hospital staff,
who operated on Qulnlan, said he
would probably survive.
M1K
GIRL ASKS MAYOR FOR
"MAMMA NOT CRANKY"
New York. "Wanted A good
mama, not cranky." This mod
est request comes by mall to
Mayor MItchel from "C. O. S.,
Tucson, Ariz."
"0. O. S." Is ten years old, so,
In a way, sho does not need u
mother. But her brother Is
only five, so according to the
writer's way of thinking ho
ought to have at least a couplo
of parents, nero Is her letter:
"Denr Sir, I read your ad. In
tho pnper. Pleas confer on mo
n fnvvr. I nm a little girl ten
years old going to school. I've
got a brother flvo years old.
Pappa works so brother has
only neighbors to look after
him through tho day. Please,
' Mayor MItchel, get some good
mama. Wright my Pappa. Ho
Is a good Pappa. $5.50 per day.
he 85 Years old. I llko good
Mamn Irish-American. My ma- ,
ma Is dcud long. I would JIko
a good Mama, not cranky. I
don't llko tell full name and
oblige,
"Yours Bespcctfully,
"0. O. S."
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Man's Arm Nailed Up Like Basket
Laurel, Del. Twenty-three wlro sta
ples were driven through Fred Wilkin
son's arm and clinched, while ho was
operating a basket machine The
man's arm wns caught in tho auto
matic nailer and It was necessary to
take tho machine apart to relcaso the
Injured member.
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DON'T FORGET THE HORSE!
Thero Was Another Hero In Wild
Midnight Ride of Paul Revere,
Reminds a Writer.
Paul Rcvcre's name wns made im
mortal when ho rodo from Boston to
Lexington and Concord, wnrnlng the
patriots along the way of tho British
approach, and his fame has been se
curely enshrined In the henrts of all
Americans.
Historians have honored themselves
In honoring him. Poets hnvo found In
spiration In praising him. no Is an
idol of childhood, an example in the
prime of manhood nnd n solacing mem
ory of old age.
How few characters loom up like
great peaks above the mountain ranges
of time!
And Paul Revere was ono of these.
Ho wns ono of the precious few great
enough to grasp nn opportunity to do
an Incalculable good to mankind.
But whll'o we give deserved glory to
Paul' Revere, let us no longer forget
thnt there was another hero In that
wild midnight ride, says a writer In
tho Christian Herald.
There was tho horse.
"Any other horse might havo dono as
well," you think? Well, so might any
other man have dono ns well, perhnpR.
So might we flippantly disparage any
here.
But tho fnct remains thnt it was Paul
Revcre's horse that did It. And tho
harder work fell on tho horse. But for
tho true horse's faithfulness, Paul Re
vere would have been n fnlluro.
Sound Logic
"Mamma," said a Mvc-ycar-old boy
the other day, "aren't there any other
senses 'cept hearing, seeing, feeling,
tnstlng nnd smelling?"
"No, my child," answered the moth
er. "It Is usually considered thut these
flvo nro enough."
"Well," said tho little one, with an
air of ileep conviction, "I s'poso talk
ing would be called a senso if thero
wasn't so much nonsense about It"
Pearson's.
Where there's a will thero's always
an heir.
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white bread by eating
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