6
IN THE COVER.
Across my face a gentle wind is blowing.
Bearing my fancies far—where once
again
Iu memory I nee the wild flowers grow
ing
lJeneath the hedgerows of an English
lane.
A tiny path, half-hidden in the grasses,
Eeads down the hillside to a fairy dell.
Where hyacinths in heaven-tinted masses
Ring eitln music from each nodding bell.
Forget-me-nots in sweet profusion mingle
Their tender blue with cowslip's yel
low Bold,
And in each nook and crevice of the
dingle
The early primrose rises from the mold.
A laughing stream, touched by the sun
to splendor,
Runs through the bracken like a jew
eled thread:
And from afar comes, clear and sweet
and tender.
"Cuck-oo! cuck-oo!" by all the treezes
sued.
I long for this—as maiden for her lover—
To stand where oft in childhood's days
1 stood,
To gather posies in the dear old cover-
Sweet wild-flower posies from an Eng
lish Wood.
•-Evelyn Slmms, In Youth's Companion.
Q
1 GAMBLING |
WITH FATE
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Author of "Tb" Gold Ole»n*nr. A Story of
the Ctariide Tank*." • Wilbv -i Dan,"
••His Krl«*n-1 the Knerajr," "Rogcra
r n
( Copyright, ItHW, William Wallace Cook )
CHAPTER I.
DARREL RIDES TO SANDY BAR.
When Nate Darrel went to Sandy
Bar he knew he took his life in his
hand. Murgatroyd was there and
Murgatroyd had sworn to shoot him
on sight.
The element of chance, however, en
tered intimately into every act of Dar
rel's career. It was guide, counselor
and friend for him and formed the
basis of his rule of conduct.
Never since he could remember had
he wavered between the Known and
the Unknown. Luck was the single
known factor in his equation and he
yielded himself blindly into the hands
of fate, always expecting good fortune
yet always prepared for the worst.
The feud between Murgatroyd and
himself was bitter and of long stand
ing; and Darrel, while caring nothing
for bridges in front, was careful to
burn those behind. An enemy in the
rear is a foe in ambush and it was well
that this Murgatroyd affair should be
settled once for all.
Thus Darrel reasoned. After study
ing the aspect of his bright particular
■star he took team and buckboard, one
fine morning, and traveled out of
Anaconda by the Blackfoot trail.
Anaconda knew little of the astute,
gentlemanly and well dressed young
man. He had been in town over night
and had essayed a game in the
"Colonel's Own," causing a ripple of
excitement by showing a discard of
two aces and drawing a pair of knaves
that "filled'' his hand and won him
the table stakes.
"It's foolish to tempt fate in that
way,' said a veteran blackleg who
stood near watching the play.
"We make our own fate, my friend,"
replied Darrel in the easy, well bred
way that was always his; "it is not
late that makes or mars us. Be truc
ulent and apprehensive and destiny
turns and rends you; lay hold of it
with your bare hands and you make
it your slave. Fortune crawls at the
feet of a daring man but hates and
spurns a coward."
The habitues of the "Colonel's Own"
listened wonderingly. Such philosophy
was over the heads of most of them,
but the veteran blackleg was im
pressed.
"I have heard of but one man," said
he "who invariably discards aces when
he gets a pair. That man is Nate Dar
rel of San Francisco."
The veteran might have added that
the play was known as "Darrel's dis
card;" and that the man who had
originated it had quit college to fol
low the cards and prove his startling
theories—a philosopher of the devils
picture books, courting ruin over the
green cloth that he might work out a
hypothesis of doubtful value.
Darrel had no intention of revealing
himself. He was tarrying at Anaconda
enroute to Sandy Bar and when his
eccentric orbit crossed Murgatroyd's
he wished it to be sudden and un
expected.
It chanced, nevertheless, that. Dar
rel had overplayed his hand. That
night the veteran gambler dispatched
a mounted man to Sandy Bar with a
notice to his friend Murgatroyd that
Nate Darrel was in Anaconda and pos
sibly would continue onto the mining
camp.
When Darrel drew in his team of
bronchos at the Half Way House,
the hour was high noon. The team
■was given Into the hands of the hos
tler and Darrel went into the house for
his dinner.
This halting place was midway be
tween Anaconda and Sandy Bar. East
and west trails also crossed at this
point, leading to mining regions farther
back in the hills.
There was much travel along the
trails and it was common report that
the Half Way House was the biggest
gold mine in those parts. So it hap
pened that the dining room was com
fortably filled when the Chinese waiter
ushered Darrel to a vacant chair at a
side table.
The ne-.vcor-ar was eyed with sus
plclon. In the eyes of the rough and
ready crowd already there he was too
well dressed, too "pretty" and defied
the laws of convenience by making a
distinction in his use of knife and
fork.
Then, too, his voice was too soft and
his language too precise. These evi
dences of superiority rankled under the
greasy blue shirts affected by the min
ers and freighters.
Before Darrel's entrance another had
been looked at askance. This other
was a white-faced man in corduroys
with "easterner" and "tenderfoot"
written large in person and manner.
His reserve was stretched to the
point of timidity and before he had
used plate, knife and fork he had sur
reptitiously wiped them on the edge of
I the table cloth.
That of itself was an insult which
might have resulted in gun-play had
the proprietor been a witness. The
stranger was slender, like Darrel, had
the same dark eyes and closely cropped
hair and was near the same height.
His face was smooth, however, while
Darrel had a neatly trimmed full
beard. There was something about
the stranger that held Darrel's eye.
A man in Darrel's peculiar line is
perforce a reader of character. After
a little study over the bacon, beans,
coffee and sour dough bread, Darrel
concluded that the gentleman in cor
duroys had been driven west under the
spur of conscience.
Possibly his absence had left an un
profitable void in some eastern bank,
or other financial institution.
The coining of Darrel caused gen
eral attention to withdraw itself from
tlie tenderfoot and focus upon him.
Yet, although his superiority was man
ifest, every man in the room knew that
the second stranger was not a raw
recruit in the ranks of the frontier.
Finishing his meal under a running
fire of half veiled sneers and covert
jests, Darrel calmly rose and went out.
"Goin' south?" asked the proprietor,
withdrawing his attention from a Mex
ican hag who, for four bits, was read
ing an old deck of cards for a pros
pector and telling him where he would
best goto strike a paying lead.
Darrel nodded as he settled his bill.
"Mebby you'd like to help out a
fellow hitman who's down on his
luck?" proceeded the proprietor tenta
"THE SCRATCHING OF THE CLERK'S
PEN CEASED SUDDENLY WHEN
HE SAW A STRANGER IN THE
OFFICE."
tively, for he was likewise impressed
with Darrel's superiority and feared he
might refuse the favor.
"I shall be happy to do what 1 can,"
replied the young man and imme
diately went up a no L ch in the other's
estimation.
"Then come this way." said the pro
prietor, turning and making for a rear
room. "It ain't much you'll be asked
to do an' yer kindness 'll be appre
ciated."
Darrel presently found himself in a
little back room where a red-whiskered
man lay groaning on a cot, his right
arm in splints and bandages.
"Got a man for ye, Hasbrook," said
the proprietor cheerily; then added,
facing Darrel: "Hasbrook's hoss played
out hyer an' I give him another, the
best I had. The bronk threw him "
"I can ride with the best of "em,"
groaned Hasbrook, breaking in, "but
the brute is a regular devil."
"The bronk threw him," continued
the proprietor, heedless of the inter
ruption, "an' Hasbrook's laid up with
a busted arm. He was carryin' a mes
sage to Sandy Bar an' if you'll take ir.
he'll be obliged."
"What's the message?" queried Dar
rel.
I "It's for Murgatroyd," said Has
brook.
"Who is Murgatroyd, and where will
I find him?" asked Darrel, artfully.
"He's a gambler at Sandy Bar an'
I reckon anyone can tell where he is.
Tell him Cowperthwait says Nate Dar
rel is in Anacondy and maybe intends
comin' to tho Bar."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, 'ceptin' you might add that
Hasbrook started with the message, but
got hung up at the Half Way House."
"I'll deliver the message," said Dar
rel.
"Murg 'll make it right with you."
Darrel threw up his hands deprecat
ingly and returned to the office.
The fortune teller had just finished
with the prospector and swerved in
quiring eyes on the young man.
"Your fortune, senor?" she whim
pered. "For four bits I tell you what
has happened "
"I know what has happened."
"Uf! Then I tell you what is to
come, senor. Four bits."
"Very well," said he.
She shuffled and shuffled and he cut*
tho pack into three piles. Then she
ran over the cards with great care and
elaborate show of knowledge.
CAMKRON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 21, 1904
"Marde mia! Scnor it is malo, muy
malo. Forswear the cards and keep
away from Sandy Bar. That is what. I
read. Trouble awaits you at the min
ing camp, ah. mucho, raucho. What
I sec. senor, I cannot understand, but
here it. is: You are to die and after
that you are to live "
He laughed, but she flashed him the
indignant look of a devotee of an exact
science and continued.
"The second time you live you prove,
your innocence ot a crime by fastening
it upon yourself. Is it not strange?
I no sabe your fortune, senor, but there
it is, plain to see. And, look! there
ii; a queen of hearts; a fair young
senorita whose fate links with
yours "
"That will do."
The silver rang as he threw it down
on the table and turned away. He
had not taken two steps before the old
woman had him by the arm.
"You make your living with the
cards, senor," she breathed harshly;
"have a care that you do nothing
wrong."
He pulled away from her and drew
himself up.
"I play an honorable game," said he
curtly.
"Ojala!" she mumbled; "you may be
honest, but you cannot be honorable
j'lid follow the cards. Beware of three
Knaves and two red sevens, senor."
"Why?"
"When you hold that hand you never
leave the table alive!"
"Gracias, senora," he said, a fine
scorn lurking in the words; "the fu
ture is a riddle and a riddle you have
read me. As for the jacks full on red
sevens, it is a good hand in any game
and I shall be glad to receive it.
Adios!"
Thereupon he left the office and or
dered the hostler to bring his team.
CHAPTER 11.
DARREL '"PRESENTS HIS COMPLI
MENTS." .
As Darrel climbed into his buckboard
the man in corduroys rode past on a
calico cayuse. To the saddle cantle
was strapped a well-worn traveling
bag.
Darrel caught the stranger survey
ing him covertly. The man's gaze
was quickly averted,however,when the
other parried the scrutiny with a keen
look.
"There's certainly a heavy load on
that fellow's mind," thought Darrel as
he gathered up the lines and flicked
the whip lash between the bronchos'
ears.
The galloping cayuse was pointed
south and Darrel's plunging team
swiftly carried him abreast of its rider,
and ahead. Quickly the stranger drew
rein and was still at a halt when the
buckboard and its single passenger
topped a rise and vanished on the other
side.
In those days all sorts and condi
tions of men were to be met. in that
section, so Darrel scarcely gave the man
in corduroys a further thought. "You
may be honest, but you cannot be
honorable," were the words that passed
and repassed through his mind.
Rarely, indeed, did this freelance al
low anything to weigh upon his spir
its. But there was something in the
Mexicana's statement that struck cru
elly aganist a desire to be a iittle differ
ent and a little better than he knew
himself to be.
"An honorable man must be honest,"
thought Darrel, "but an honest man is
not necessarily honorable." He smiled
to himself. "That is what the senora
would imply and she is not consistent."
All the way to Sandy Bar he solilo
quized, coming to himself abruptly
when he sighted the Eponay below
him and made out the huddled build
ings of the camp. With a shrug he
dismissed his unpleasant reflections
and gave attention to the work that
confronted him.
"Where will I find Murgatroyd?" he
asked of the man who took charge of
his team at the camp corral.
"That's tellin'," was the answer, as
a pair of speculative eyes traveled
over the newcomer. "By ten an' after
you can generally find Murg at Hawk
bill's. Sometimes durin' the day he's
at his minin' office."
"Where is the office?"
"Up stairs over Kaliper's place. See
that buildin' with the lamps in front?"
The man pointed down the street as
he put the question.
"Yes," replied Darrel. "Is that Kal
iper's?"
"Naw, that's Hawkbill's. Kaliper's
is the next buildin' north."
"Thank you."
Darrel started immediately, his
slight, graceful figure watched curious
ly by the man at the corral. "A tin
horn, If I know the brand," the man
muttered, shaking his head foreboding
ly as he began unhitching the team;
"he looks it all right, and besides he
asked for Murgatroyd."
At that hour of the day Sandy Bar
was quiet and orderly. Night brought
the miners out of the hills and the
gambling gentry from their lurking
places, the games and the excitement
btginning simultaneously.
While passing the cluster of lamps
,that. arched above the sidewalk, Dar
rel took note of the temple of chance
behind them. Such establishments al
ways interested him professionally, and
this one, with its elaborately painted*
front, its fulsome display of red
globes and its air of prosperity, was
plainly a favorite rendezvous.
Kaliper's place was a restaurant, at
least a sign indicated that "meels"
were to be had at all hours. A narrow
stairway led to the second floor and
at the top of the flight Darrel was con
fronted by a door bearing the words:
"L. Murgatroyd, Mines and Mining
Stocks."
Without a moment's hesitation, Dar
rel opened the door and stepped with
in. A sallow-faced young man sat at
the table, writing.
The clerk was alone, but off to the
right was a door, partly ajar, and
marked "Private." The scratching of
the clerk's pen ceased suddenly when
he saw a stranger in the office—a
stranger with one hand behind him,
under his coat.
"Well?" queried the clerk.
"I have business with Murgatroyd,"
answered Darrel.
"He's out of town," said the clerk.
A shadow of disappointment crossed
parrel's face as the hand was with
drawn from under the coat.
"When will he return?"
"In time for the games at Hawk
bill's."
"If I left a few lines for him would
he see them if he gets bark?"
"Reckon he would. He always cornea
to the office after a trip into the hills."
"Where can I write?"
"Step right into his private room.
Stranger in camp?"
"Yes."
"Know Murgatroyd?"
"I've known him for a good many
years."
Darrel was ushered into the other
apartment and the clerk placed paper,
pens and envelopes at Barrel's dis
posal. As he seated himself, Darrel
saw a revolver lying on the desk by
the inkwell.
The weapon had an ebony stock,
carved with a death's head. It was
Murgatroyd's, as Darrel well knew, and
by what chance had its owner gone
into the hills without it?
The clerk noticed Parrel's curious
glance at the firearm.
"That's the old man's," he vouch
safed; "first time I ever knew him togo
away and forget it. Make yourself at
home. What name did you say?"
"Nathan."
"All right, Mr. Nathan. Nothing in
this layout is too good for the old
man's friends. If you don't see what
you want, ask for it."
"Much obliged."
The clerk withdrew and resumed his
penwork in the outer office. Picking
up the pen, Darrel wrote as follows:
"Mr. Darrel presents his compliments
(o Mr. Murgatroyd and desires to state
that he is now in town awaiting Mr.
Murgatroyd's pleasure. Mr. Darrel also
wishes it known that he can be found
this evening at Mr. Hawkblll Hender
son's. He trusts Mr. Murgatroyd will
embrace his opportunity."
Darrel knew his arrival in camp
would be noised abroad and reach his
enemy's ears. Murgatroyd's absence
from Sandy Bar, therefore, made a
sudden and unexpected meeting im
possible.
Darrel therefore desired the notifi
cation to come through himself, in his
own way. Having addressed the en
velope, he inclosed the folded sheet.,
laid the communication on the desk
and placed the revolver on it for a
paperweight.
Then, lighting a cigar, he leaned
back in the chair, wondering why fate
couldn't be kind and send Murgatroyd
to him as he was then —in his enemy's
own room with his enemy's own re
volver within easy reach. Presently
the artfulness of Murgatroyd's charac
ter suggested something and the re
volver suggested something else.
[To Be Continued.] .
TWILIGHT IN THE KITCHEN.
Women Have Kver Cooked and
l)r<*niimml In the filow of
the HmherM.
The fire-light fills the dusky room
with shadows. The red coals glow
and wink and the little flames snatch
at the crisping toast. I always im
agine Cinderella in a dusky glow like
this, when she still sat in rags and
cinders. Probably there was a
pumpkin under her kitchen table just
as there is under mine. I hope my
fairy godmother won't trouble to
make this one into a coach, though,
for I want to make it into pies to
morrow. I like to think of the morn
ing after the ball, when the ugly sis
ters and the stepmother were sleeping
late, and Cinderella was getting break
fast, dancing back and forth between
the cupboard and the fire and whisper
ing remarks about the prince to the
kettle, says a writer in Scribner's
Magazine. I know she peeped into her
pocket at the little glass slipper, when
she should have looked into the oven.
Excellent thought! In a moment
more my precious supper dish might
have been black as King Alfred's cakes.
Dear King Alfred, patron saint of ab
sent-minded cooks! But how times
change; only a day or two ago I set
a mighty man to watch my cookery,
and instead of letting it burn while he
thought of his mighty affairs, he spent
the time thinking out a dozen ways
of doing it better. I have spared him
the service since as tactfully as if he
had burned my biscuits to cinders.
The flames have su I: Into the steady
glow of the coals; the red heaps and
hollows are full of pictures. Women
have cooked and dreamed in this em
ber-glow since the world began. In
the old days when the sliewbread was
baking, or sometimes the "cakes for
the queen of heaven." Hebrew women
must have pictured marches and de
liverances, seas divided and cities with
miraculously fallen walls; and always
the universal woman-visions of lovers
and espousals, of home-comings and
toddling children. * * * Fierce
battles and triumphs must have glowed
in the fires of the Viking wives as they
watched the roasting feasts and chant
ed songs of their lords' exploits.
Her RoKular Day.
Minister's little boy to widow, who
has buried four husbands—Pa sent me
up to ask you if it was Wednesday or
Thursday that Mr. Smith wanted him
to perform the wedding ceremony.
He's forgot, and didn't like to say so
to Mr. Smith.
Widow —Wednesday, little boy.
"That's what pa thought, but ho
wasn't sure, 'cause Thursday, he said,
has always been your day for marry
iii'."—Stray Stories
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Don't forget that a promising man sel
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What do you think? I dropped into let
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pretended she wasn't interested. Didn't
even ask how much I paid for it." Tess
—"No, dear, she didn't have to. You've
forgotten to take off that tag marked
's4 98.' "—Philadelphia Press.
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dresu u full aized box, by mall
Fit EE. Addrt-hs F. 8. CASE, LO<MN. OHIO.
MEXICAN
Mustang Liniment
cures Spraius and Ttruius.