6 WHAT'S IN A NAME? The bearded foreigner approached The register at the hotel Ami took the pen, his name to write— It seemed most difficult to spell, For, with a writhe, ami jerk, and twitch, Jle wrote: "Ivan Boslovoskitcli ivanoboffsky.skollovitch." The next guest came, and ere he wrote Me read the other name and smiled; It seemed a funny thing to him That any one would so be styled. And then he took the pen and spilt: linns Uaudenslogger Von Derl'elt enschlissenhoftenobervelt." The third guest was a dapper man. With sleinter. (lowing, black mustache— lie chuckled at the other names, And then, with sweeping curve and dash, lie spread beneath the others there His name: "Jean Paul Antblno Eclalre Henri le Polsson Vendemaire." l.ast eame a man with carpet sack And heavy boots that bumped the floor. "Well, what a bunch of crazy names!" He said—his laugh rose to a roar. "If I had such a name as that," He cried. "I'd change it-—bet your hat." And then he scribbled: "Bemus. Spratt." —Chicago Daily Tribune. L\ =D n GAMBLING | WITH FATE By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK Author of"The Gold A Story of the Oauide Tanks." ' VVllb.v's Dan," "ll»s Prl«*nd thoEnomj," "Roger* euf IJutte," Etc., Ktc. 1 'J | Copyright, I WW, DJ William W Cook) CHAPTER VI. —CoxTixi'Ki). After the meal Gryce invited hi 3 friends intiS the other part of the tav ern once more and drank so many glasses to the success of the Sandy Bar men that it was necessary to help him out. and boost him to his seat on the mountain wage t. With a wild whoop he rolled out of sight along the cross trail that led to ward the War Eagle, Dynamite and Terror on the keen jump. "Shouldn't wonder if Uncle Ab set off that load o' his," remarked Ben Chicl;wort hy, his eyes following the vanishing cloud of dust. "It was crim inal carelessness fer the super at the "War Eagle ter send such a man after blastin' material." Another cloud of dust had appeared along the south trail and presently a dozen mounted men broke out of it, plying their lathered mounts with quirt and spur. It was the Sandy Bar contingent and they reined in their horses at the door of the tavern. "We're hot after the feUow," said one of the pursuers in response to a question from Cliff. "He's beeu seen twice; once by Kasper, between here and the Bar, and later by Neb Haw ley, a mill-hand at the Eagle. When Hawley seen him he was footing it •west,along the Eagle trail. We'll over haul him. Cliff. Get your horse if you ■want to be in at the finish." Cliff hurried to get his mount under saddle and take his place in, the ranks of the pursuers. The horsemen there upon darted away at the same stirring puce. Meanwhile the under foreman had been trying clumsily to get his flying team under control. Gryce was not so far gone in drink that he failed to es timate the dangers of such a killing pace with such a load, but his awkward work with the reins would have proved unsuccessful had not a man stepped into the road in front of the horses. A thick tangle of brush bordered the trail and the appearance of the man was as surprising and unexpected to tho bronchos as it was to Gryce. The team hailed abruptly, thrown far back in the harness. The under foreman got a fresh grip on the lines and brought up the bronchos well in hand. "Good afternoon," said the stranger, courteously. "Howdy," said Gryce. The stranger wore clothes of good quality, but they sjtowed evidence of recent hard usage. He wa3 on foot, also, and a vague suspicion worked sluggishly into Gryce's brain. "Have you come from the Half Way house?" queried the stranger. "That's me," hiccoughed Uncle Ab, wondering how he could goto work and capture the man. Handicapped with a fractious team and 500 pounds of freight that was still more unre liable, as well as possessing a head that was far from well balanced, the old man yet thought it possible that he might be able to do something. "Have you seen anything of a smooth-faced man in corduroys?" was the stranger's next question. "nc.le Ab pricked up his ears. Pos s!niv he was mistaken in the smooth voiced stranger, after all. "Jtidin" a calico cayuse?" demanded the tinder foreman. "Yes," replied the other, with bright ening eye. "Thunder! So that's tho yap that's wanted over Sandy Bar way. I seen him, sure; and he was lopin' off this piece of War Eagle trail about three this mornin', when I was pikin' fer Anacondy ter git this load o' high ex plosive. An' ter think that I was as clost ter him as me an' you is, an' didn't know he was wanted an' never raised a hand. Shucks!" Uncle Ab was morbidly disappointed. "Which way was he going?" asked the stranger. "West," • was the answer. "Say, friend. Jump up here with me an' I'll take ye along as fur as the Eagle, any how." The stranger thanked Gryce for his oiV-r and climbed up on the seat. At a word from the drivsr the bronchos plunged away at their usual break neck speed. The War Eagle trail, west of the Half Way house, threaded a very rough section of country. With p. dear ht'ad, iirin nerves and steady drivers the way was sufficiently dangerous, but with Gryce in his half-tipsy condition, the bronchos charging pell-mell and the boxes of giant powder leaping around in the rear of the wagon, the risk might iiava been denominated extra hazardous. "Whoa, consarn ye!" yelled Gryce, sawing at the reins. "Dynamite, ye're the wust infernal trouble-maker ever hitched ter a pole! An' ye*re sawed off'n the same piece. Terror. Drat 'em! They'll have us sky-rocketin' be fore we know what's struck us.' A lurch of the mountain wagon all but hurled Gryce from his seat. The lines slackened and would have dropped had the stranger not grabbed them as they rippled over the dash board. "Bear down on 'em, friend!" shouted the old man, making frantic attempts to keep himself in the wagon. "They've taken the bits in their teeth an' we'll go up like a couple o' shootin' stars if ye can't hold 'em in." A clatter of galloping hoofs could be heard behind, broken now and again by a distant shout. The stranger threw a look over his shoulders and, instead of holding the horses in, leaned for ward with loosened reins and urged them on. Directly ahead the trail made a sharp turn around a shoulder of rock. At the present rate of speed it looked very much as though the careening wagon would be thrown from its wheels in taking the bend. With grinding teeth and hands con vulsively gripping the seat, Uncle Ab abandoned himself to wild profanity. Around the curve raced the bronchos, the inner wheels of the wagon scraping the rocks and the outer wheels whirring in the air. The seat was lifted from the wagon and cast to the outer side of the trail, the old man going with it. Darrel saved himself for a few moments by dropping to his knees and, with a quick move ment, winding the lines across his palms. Then 200 feet from the spot where the under foreman had fallen and was lying unconscious, the bronchos swerved slightly. In a moment the forward wheels struck a bowlder, a crash followed, the team broke away from the wagon and the stranger was jerked over the dashboard and hauled a hundred yards along the rough trail before he could disentangle his hands from the reins. As he lay, bruised and dazed, in the roadway, the frenzied team vanished in the cMstanee, a roar as from a hun dred cannons came from behind him. The very hills seemed shaken to their foundations, a lurid glare flashed sky ward and the sun was darkened with a cloud of rocks, dust and debris. CHAPTER VII. DARREIi FINDS THE MAN IN COR DUROYS. Darrel's senses had not been taken away by the fall from the wagon or the dragging along the trail, but for a moment after the explosion his con WHEN HE STAGG E11KI) TO HIS FEET AND I/JOKED BACK THE MOUN TAIN WAGON If AO DISAPPEARED, AS IF BY MAGIC. sciousness left him. When he stag gered to his feet and looked back, the mountain wagon had disappeared as if by magic, not a splinter of wood or piece of twisted iron being left. A huge hole had been scooped out of the trail and great bowlders had been riven and tossed about in every direc tion. Beyond the ragged pit lay the form of Gryce, close to the seat of the wagon. The old man lay still and silent and, after a few moments spent in collect ing his scattered wits. Darrel started towards him. He had not gone far, however, when he heard the hoof falls of horses and instantly remembered the party of mounted men which had alarmed him a short time before. Turning sharply to the right, Darrel plunged into the undergrowth that bor dered the trail. Ascending the steep slope of a hill for a dozen yards, he halted in a thicket and crouched there with his eyes on the road below. Gryce was sitting up on the ground, rubbing his forehead in a confused way and peering around. The men of Sandy Bar, riding around the spur, came suddenly upon him. Darrel watched and listened intent ly. What would he the next move of his enemies? he was asking himself. The horseman gazed about them in astonishment. Cliff dismounted and walked to where the old man was sit ting. "Did the giant powder let go, Gryce?" he asked. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS. THURSDAY, MAY 12, 1904. "I'm jest tryin' to figger out what happened," replied the under foreman. "I seem to he all here, hut, my! wasn't it awful? 1 got the roar in my ears yet." "How does it come you're settin' there with the seat of the wagon?" asked anoiher of the Sandy Bar men. "Got throwod out o' the wagon." said Gryce, "an' it's the best thing that ever happened ter me S'posin' I'd been in the old trap along with that other feller? I'd be where he is now, an' that's tellin'." "That, other fellow went up with the wagon, did he?" inquired 01 iIT. "Sure. He was hangin' to the lines when I shot out o' the wagon box with the seat. He stayed with the wagon and the high explosive, all right, an' I reckon he's still with 'em Got blowcd ter atoms, that's what he did." The Sandy Bar men exchanged glances, then swerved their eyes to take in the havoc wrought by the ex plosion. "Don't ye know. Uncle Ah, that was the chap that killed Sturgis and gave its the slip at the Bar. last night?" "Ye don't mean it!" "It's the truth," returned Cliff. "We saw you just before you took that turn in the trail and we knew the man in a minute." "Then," returned Gryce, after a period of reflection, "that's why he let, the bronks out inst'id o' pullin' 'em in after he looked back an' saw you comin'." lie got up painfully. "Well," be added, "it's all right; five hundred pounds o' high explosive is as good as a tree and a rope, only njebby not so satisfyin'. Wonder how I'm goin' ter set myself right with the super, at the War Eagle?" The Sandy Bar men were not con cerned with Uncle Ab's troubles and dismounted to make a more thorough examination of the surroundings. Prom the thicket above, Barrel watched them moving here and there searching for any gruesome relics that might have been left. All that was found was the crown of a derby hat deep in a clump of torn and twisted hazels. "It's Barrel's," said CI iff, walking towards his companions and holding the object up for inspection. "There is no doubt about it, boys. Fate has taken this matter in hand and avenged the murder of Sturgis. Barrel is dead." "It would he a heap more satisfyin' if we could find some remains ter prove it," averred one of the men. "Would it be possible for a man to he hlown off the face of the earth like that?" "Why not," rejoined CHff, impatient ly. "If the wagon and its load were blown to atoms, the same fate must have happened to Barrel." 'Let's have a look aroitjid before we settle on that," answered the doubter. "II seems as though we ought to lind somethin'." Like a wraith Darrel turned and glided away. A grim humor tilled him. "They believe I'm dead," he thought.. "Let them think so; it's the safest way out of this trouble, for me." He was bruised in body and limb, hut life wns at stake and he counted his small injuries as nothing. Through the hills that bordered the trail he took his course, keeping steadily west ward. At last:, completely fagged, he dropped down on a rock to rest. He had not had a mouthful of food since escaping from Sandy Bar and the ex ertions called forth by his flight had left him weak and nerveless. What was he to do now? he inter rogated himself? To don a disguise and get out of the country would be comparatively easy, but he had no desire to get out of the country. There was stiil that unsettled score with Murgatroyd. He was doggedly determined that nothing should come between him and that. But that must be secondary, now. His first work, if he could devise a way, must be to prove his innocence of the murder of Sturgis. In his secret heart lie had persuaded himself that Murgatroyd had slain Sturgis, and with the deliberate inten tion of involving him —Darrel. It was a fearful suspicion to hold against a man, but none knew Murgatroyd's se eretiveness, cunning and desperate methods better than Barrel. Now, if ever, was Barrel's time to take his fate in his hands and make of it what he would. The very audacity of the measure appealed to the fugi tive. As he sat there and rested a puzzling thought came to him. It had to do with the explosion of the giant pow der. Just what had set off the explosive? It could not have been the shock caused by the collision of the front wheels of the wagon with the boulder, for the effect would then have been instanta neous. The bronchos had dragged him by the bits out of harm's way between the moment of the collision and the mo ment of the explosion. The time re quired had been brief indeed, yet long enough to convince him that some thing aside from the wrecking of the wagon had set off the powder. It was not until some time afterward that he learned the truth. Gryce was hauling to the mine giant powder that had long been in storage—so long that it had become crystalized. And every miner knows how "freaky" crystalized giant powder is. It will sullenly sub mit to the roughest handling or will incontinently explode for the slightest of reasons, or for no reason at all. The sun was low when Barrel get up and staggered on. He must have food and had hopes that he could se cure it in some covert way at the War Eagle mine. Still pushing from covert to covert through the rough country that paral leled the trail, he kept persistently westward. The sun went down and darkness began to fall but, although hk head .iwarn for weariness and Itis Units almost refused to support hfm, the fugitive continued to struggle on. Just as he felt that he must sink to the ground and lie there for the rest of the night, tlie whinnying of a horse reached his ears. The sound did not come from the trail, but from some point on his left. Turning in that direction lie made his way painfully through a smait coulee whose steep banks flung * heavy shadow about him. The pas»- sage was short and he came out abruptly into a cleared space lying full in tlie moonlight. Before him stood a horse secured b> a stake-pin and a length of rope. Be hind the horse was an old. ruinous log hut —evidently a relic harking back to earliest pioneer days. Darrel advanced closer to the horse, which whinnied again and tramped im patiently. A shock of surprise passed through him when he came near enough to see that it was the "calico cayuse" ridden by the man in cordu roys. What was there about, the easterner that kept him constantly in Barrel's mind? Was it the subtle working of destiny? On approaching Gryce in the War ICagle trail Barrel had taken note of the dull suspicion in the foreman's mind, and the man in corduroys was first to occur to the fugitive as a foil. Now, standing beside the peculiarly marked horse, a weird sensation thrilled through Barrel's nerves. After a brief pause he passed to the hut. The door was closed and he halted and listened. No sound came from within. The silence was intense and even the deep breathing of a sleeper might have been heard. Pushing open the door Darrel stepped quickly across the threshold. Through an unglazed opening the moonlight fell and trailed across the rotting floor, but everywhere else hov ered mysterious and ominous shadows. [To Be Continued ] "THE PARTING GUEST." An liiMtinice \\ hi i'!i 111 ii« teuton the A K >■ of Peruna myself and just feel fine, j / I shall continue to take it."-Rachael 1 r J. Kemball, M. D. j j Peruna has cured thousands of cases of female weakness. As a rule, how ever, be fore Peruna is resorted to several other remedies have been tried in vain. A great many of the patients have taken local treatment, submitted themselves to surgical operations, and taken all sorts of doctor's stuff, without any result. The reason of so many failures is the fact that diseases peculiar to the female 112"" ■■■" "'"i sex arc not common | Fcm*i« Trouble I recognized as be- I x " t KMO «»' ied I ins caused h v ca- I I tarrli. These organs are lined by mucous membranes. Any mucous membrane is subject to catarrh. Catarrh of one organ is exactly the same as catarrh of any other organ. What will cure catarrh of the head will also cure catarrh of the pelvic organs. Peruna cures these cases simply because it cures the catarrh. Most of the women afflicted with pel- An Animal Mirage. In a speech before the curtain in a west ern town a few nights ago Ezra Kendall announced that he was writing a book of information for "Rounders \\ ho Go the Cocktail Route." "Did you ever awaken in the morning," he asked his hearers, "and see an animal mirage? it is a dissolving caravan, with everything in it from four paws to 110 paws. 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