I
By DAVID ANDERSON
Author of “The Blue Moon"
Copyright by The Bobbs-Merrill Ca
CHAPTER XVIll—Continued.
wore 2 Byres
With a cry, Jack Warhope caught up
the unconscious girl in his arms, to dis
cover that she must have been in the
river, for her garments were complete
ly saturated and her hair hung about
her shoulders, sodden and dripping.
He was wrapping his hunting blouse
about her when, with a startled ex-
clamation, he jerked away his hand
and held it up between his face and the
sky—it was smudged with blood. He
bent over the girl—blood was stream-
ing from her right shoulder and run-
ning down her side. That last bullet
from the edge of the yard—it had
found the core of a tragic target.
Picking her up in his arms, he ran
around to the kitchen, dashed the door
open and laid her on the sofa in the
sitting room.
He had wrapped her in blankets
snatched from the parlor bedroom,
tore up a sheet for bandages and was
doing his best to stop the blood, when
there came the sound of a man run-
ning across the yard, and the next mo-
ment Uncle Nick, doubtless alarmed by
that last shot—coming as it did upon
the heels of the housekeeper’'s story—
was calling and pounding at the sitting
room door. Jack threw it open.
“Texie's hurt!" he cried. “Quick—
Doctor Arnold—and Aunt Liza and
Mrs. Curry.”
Without a question the old man hur-
ried away.
The woodsman had brought the can-
dle out of the room where the dead
robber lay, closed the and was
doing his best to stop the blood and
restore the girl to consciousness, when
the doctor ran in,
A hurried word or two and he was at
the hurt shoulder. The bullet—it was
his first care, With quick skill he hunt-
ed it; fortunately located it almost im-
mediately. It had just missed the lung,
ranged upward and lodged barely be.
neath the skin at the top of the shoul
der. He made a small incision and
probed it out.
He had washed the wound and had
it nearly dressed when Aunt Eliza
came running in, followed an instant
later by Mrs. Curry, flurried and pant-
ing. Changing Texie's sodden gar
ments for dry ones, while the woods-
man built a fire 4n the kitchen stove,
they laid her between warm blankets
in the parlor bedroom,
door
‘nd motioned for the two men.
Even the doctor started,
there among the littered. blood-spat-
tered money. Uncle Nick's muttered
cry brought the women running
from the sick room, te gaze with the
others—awed to silence by the tragedy
that had again visited the quiet cot-
tage.
two
The woodsman well knew that ques.
tions would be flashing through each
mind—had been since the discovery of
Texle's hurt—knew that each looked to
him for the answer.
from the parlor bedroom.
treacherous shot—he knew
man with the red lock
come back, It had been a mistake to
shield him; a blunder to trust
a blunder that was being paid for at a
fearful cost,
The doctor was the first to break the
silence,
“What does this
tion was half
That
that
last
the
mean?" —the
a demand.
hard, incisive answer,
caught their breath ;
felt ashamed of it, looked foolish,
“This dead man”—the
dropped a hand toward
form—"is Black Bogus." The two wom-
woodsman
The doctor's eyes lifted;
step nearer and gazed
hoy.
he drew a
hard at
thought of the mountain girl, and he
didn’t ; besides, Belden had not shown
himself at the robbery—*“they're both
outlaws and counterf'iters. Hopkins
would take good money out of the safe
and put counterf’it bills in place of it.
“It was him that killed Pap Simon
~that is, Pap Simon run out on ‘im
that night while he was changin’ the
counterf’it 'r good money, and in the
scuffle died of heart disease. That
shet off their game, of course, so they
planned t' make a clean sweep t'night
and go.
“Hopkins—went t' town and writ
back a letter t' Texle, makin’ out it
was from—Ken. The letter said he
was sick in town and wanted ‘er t'
come to 'im. So she went, leavin’ a
note with Mis’ Curry f'r me. The min-
ute I got the note I knowed it was
Hopkins. I'd be’'n suspicious of ‘Im
and had be'n watchin’ 'im, so I rode
after ‘er as quick as I could—clean t'
the city, t' the place where the letter
sald Ken was sick; found 1 was off
the trall; rode back as fast as Gray-
lock could bring me t’ try and pick it
up.
“I found where Hopkins had headed
Texie off up the road a ways and got
‘er on that house-boat Uncle Nick and
the rest of us saw hid there at the
head of Mud haul the day we went
geinin',
“But I found where he'd hid it at Al
pine island, and watched ‘Im sneak
pack to the woods—t’ wait f'r dark, as
f "lowed. As soon as he was out o
sight, I took 'ls skiff, crossed to the
island, goi eon the house-boat without
lettin’ Texie know I was there and
found out she was safe,
“Then, without lettin’ 'er know it
was me, 1 moved the house-boat and
hid it in a new place; left her locked
in—b'cause I thought it would be the
safest place'she could be jist then—
and hurried here t' watch the house,
fully b'lievin’ they intended t' rob the
safe t'night.
“About midnight they come, I—
killed Black Bogus and hurt Hopkins,
but he-—got away. Texie must
broke out o' the house-boat somehow
and swum ashore, I
but slhie was Jist comin’ into the yard
when I jumped out o' the winder after
Hopkins, and that last shot he fired
at me hit her”
It was a tremendous recital, brief;
terse ; pot quite true; yet anything but
false; by far the longest speech he
had ever made in his life, even with
so much left out,
still in the eyes fixed upon him. A
moan came from the parlor bedroom-—
and every other consideration
way to the sufferer,
Alone with Uncle Nick, the woods
man securely fastened the window
that had been pried open, closed the
door on the gruesome scene and went
to the kitchen.
ginning to gather in
turned to the old man.
“Uncle Niek,"—his voice showed the
strain he under—“send them
away. Tell 'emn as little as possible,
but for—her sake, keep ‘em away—
Jerry Brown above all, if he happens
t' wake up and take it Into 'is head t
come up here,
i
gave
the yard. He
was
ner.”
The old nodded and
The other caught his sleeve,
“And when it's light, 1
sneak up Eagle holler a
man
little
“It Means Caleb Hopkins,” Was the
Hard, Incisive Answer,
kinda throw an eye out fr Loge Bel
den.”
The brows of the old hunter lifted.
“1 wondered why y'u left him out in
there.” He jerked his head toward
the room they had just left,
The next moment, with a step that
the years seemed powerless to totter
CHAPTER XIX
Floor.
The sleepless night wore itself out;
came to the cottage: and
the heels of the
On dawn Uncle
motioned with his finger.
hands, rose and went out,
Without a word the old man turned
of his hand, led the way across the
corner of the yard, into the little park,
out through the fallow pasture lot and
to the Eagle Hollow road.
Well within the dim gray jaws of
the hollow he paused.
“When I p'inted m' nose up the crick
this mornin’, as you said, I noticed the
door o' that ol' cab whar Hen Spen-
cer raised the devil that night wus
part way open. 1 knowed it hadn't
be’'n open f'r years, so I snuck up and
peeked In. Come on” .
With the long, lanky, aalf running
stride that he had probably copled
from the Indians, the old ranger and
scout, closely followed by the young
man, trotted away up the gulch,
climbed the fence in front of the cabin
of the dead woodchopper, ran up
through the dew-wet weeds to the
half-opened door, pushed it wider and
entered.
There on the dusty floor boards,
partly twisted on his side, his face
staring up, one arm crumpled under
him, with a dirk knife buried to the
hilt in his breast, sprawled the man
that called himself Caleb Hopkins
dead. .
The woodsman stooped over the
body ; looked up curiously at his aged
companion.
“Do y'n know "lm?"
“It's Hopkins."
“Look close.”
The old man glanced at his com-
panion, caught the odd expression In
his eyes, stooped over the sprawled
figure and bent his eyes intently upon
the dead face, slowly shook his head,
“Course, I don’t ‘low "Is nume's Hop-
kins, n' more'n mine 18," he muttered,
“but it's the best 1 can do.”
The woodsman stooped; raked the
mass of hair down; brought the red
lock into view; spread his hand over
the lower part of the face to hide the
beard,
“By the lord-—Ken Colin” .
Jack took his hand away from over
the beard; scraped the hair carefully
back into place.
“They say that red lock comes down
from ol' Red Colin, a sea pirate hun.
dreds of years ago, that it sliows up
every three 'r four generations, al
w'ys bringin’ along with it a drop 'r
two of bad blood.
Ken."
it!” was
comment—
murdered is of" man
preached ‘is funeral—Lord
A short silence fell,
“I could ‘a’ killed 'lm there
sinfe,” the woodsman mused,
“but I-—didn't, 1 only
‘Is gun and fought 'im fair,
When he was down, with 'Is halr all
mussed up and the red lock
out in sight, that was the first time I
knowed 'im. After that I
fm and le! 'lm git away, not
knowin’ he had another pistol hid on
‘im. When he thought 'e had
guard, he turned around quick
shot ; missed me-—and hit—her."”
He stood a long time silent, his head
half bent aside, his thoughts doubtless
back where a hapless sufferer lay
“Didn't Uncle
“robbed
an'
at the
half to
knife,
the blood-mussed
fullen man:
and
buried to a gruesome
shirt-front of the
glanced up at his old
found the deep-set
in thoughtful
depth in
him retrospec-
what sort of a lock
on y'ur jaw?"
‘shell, if
answer,
“Uncle Nick,
“Tight as a clam
80,” was the
you say
ready
“I'm askin’
were serious
yu t' lock It"—his words
and slow, "It ain't no use
~her"-—he jerked his head
down the gulch—"by lettin’ ‘er find
out it was—him—"
He gazed down at the sprawled body.
“I'm askin’ you t' ‘tend t' layin’ "Im
out and buryin’ ‘im; and p'inted
p'tic'lar t’ keep ‘is hair combed so's the
red lock don't Nobody
know ‘lm only by that. The
be
show, would
way he
‘ce kep' it—he didn't look a bit
more like Ken Colin than you do. Stay
here, and I'll send Al up with Doctor
Arnold's stretcher t' he'p ¥' carry "lin
in"
He stooped straighten the dead
man and-—a subconscious act of com-
passion, perhaps-—to get the cramped
arm out from under him. As he moved
the arm, the frock coat fell open and a
piece of soiled white paper stuck in a
pocket of the vest caught his eye,
He drew It forth, glanced over the
dozen or so scrawled words and passed
the paper to Uncle Nick. The old man,
muttering something about not having
his glasses along, passed it back and
the woodsman read aloud:
“This man aint no preacher Hes
Slim Finger Doolin, Hes the slickest
forger and counterfitter that ever lived
devilish light fingered with a six
He ruined my sister. That's why
He aint no human. Hes got
of a snake and the devils
Thats why I knifed Im stid uv
shootin im white. It wont be no use
follerin me cause yu wont ketch me,
“LOGE BELDEN."
A long silence followed the reading
of the note. The woodsman
to
was the
“I ain't aimin’ t' follow im,” he said,
of flint narrowed his
eyes—"a man that'll back his sister
Hke—that.”
“I "low he's about
devil makes ‘em.”
thoughtful
as black as the
was the old hunter's
comment, as he slowly
consait ‘im one white feather.”
He kicked Black Bogus’ box to the
open door, it on end, sat down
and scraped his match on the door
jamb,
With a final word of caution to keep
secret the identity of the dead man,
the woodsman hurried away.
At the Inquest an hour or so later
Jack merely repeated the statement he
had made the night before. Of Loge
jelden and his sister—knowing at last
her pitiful secret, he let fall no word,
The houseboat, when he went to its
hiding-place days later, had disap
peared. They had probably gone with
it. They were never followed.
{TO BE CONTINUED)
As to the True Black Fox.
The true black fox is black all over
with the exception of the tip of the
tail which is white, but I will say that
these animals are very rare indeed, says
a writer in the Sportsman's Digest,
The silver, or silver gray, is practical.
ly the same color save that the back
and shoulders are shot with more or
less gray hairs; the less light halrs
there are the more valuable the pelt,
Foxes that have a very small amount
of these gray hairs are classed as
black. The cross fox Is a mixture of
the dark fox and the ordinary red one,
rusty-colored patches being visible at
different points, especially on the shoul-
ders and rump. As in the case of the
silver, the more black on the cross
fox the greater his value.
stood
An Even Mind,
Remember to preserve an even mind
in mlverse circumstances, and equal:
ly In good fortune a mind free from
insolent joy.~~Homce,
Industry Is the fire that must be
kept under the bollers of ambition.
TL
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French Silks in ;
Crepe Marocain Frocks Are
in Designs for After-
noon Dress.
Designs of the French silks are in
larger pattern than home
manufacture, at least so ns those
appearing in the new con
varned, writes a fashion correspondent
in the New York Herald, The crepe
marocain frocks are in designs suitable
for the informal gdfiernoon dress, The
striped frock is lavish in color and Is
those of
jar
models is
gandie,
the
color,
Cerise, Jade, black and yellow
principals In the mixture of
with white ns a background
unusual and, by the way, the bow
Way
to general acceptance
More treatment is
flounce at the bottom
bows marking the two
ling. No white
this dress and the
suflicient
severe in
the
black
in the straight
with
the
breaks
to
have
will
height as well
have
ng good looks to carry
of n
deal,
Of o¢
becoming color will do a great
urse the blouses in these
ior n
tention as the
Come In share “of
tunic dress again
lines In the figured
irt
pents Its
blouse and plain
nuthoritiex
the
the
on ilress
smarter combination is to have
Frock With Panel
Vest of White Crepe and Tie Collar
of Same Material,
skirt either of bhiack or dark blue with
¢
overdress of a heavy crepe
in white ar very light tinted hack
Of ti
nt tl
i
tr colloetio re those of the
designs in silks Very much the
favored of these is a design with a liLDht
ckground figured
a corise shade
peach color bs in dark
Elune and
Pinits of
current
the
according to a Paris
the New York Trib
Are quintessence
mode
writer in
Fashion Features of
A lovely dressing gown which em
the mode for fur
of black satin trimmed
The ermine is to
gown in large squares
Some of the new
hodies
with
sewed
ornament This is a rosette of the
suede, placed at one side of the front
and strewn with tiny beads like jow-
els,
A coiffure adopted by
and young matron who
young girls
are not yet
drawn back from the fa
prettily waved and gathered in a foe :
knot at the neck,
loosely
the blouse of all-over embroidery re
appears. Many of these blouses have
an embroidered “shirt bosom” and em-
broidery down the top of the sleeves,
interesting color schemes
of spring. A hat of tan moire, in hori
gontal folds, is trimmed with a shir
ring of violet net.
Much of the new lingerie in radium
slik has a single motif of fruit or flow.
ers in colors. Th e hems are often fin-
ished In points, each point being edged
with button-holed scallops,
one of the
dissipated the early disappointment
gver the unchanged silhouette, Su
perlatives may be unblushingly em-
ployed In describing the eslendid
phlianderings of the new mode. Plait,
to Be Worn This Summer
A
ready for all-around wear.
confined
He IR not an
Morn
ar type of costume
g 1 vening
ana evening,
ninine frocks,
» Rosurs con
each of
A grace
model o
h the fur
throt HE
us
ne
¢ ‘
of plaiting 3
and the turn-back
ing mode
ires of fashion than any oth
Here it Is
loose
costume
may shake every
¢
r into the realms of
no don'ts
ne master
if the maker, It Is
save
that although
niggardiy
fabric are con
the dom.
been
ng and
vid hues are
not
inant colors n
flouncs
evening
inalienable andiuncts.
shade is bia and
the modish
Go to (he opera
ohserve fashionable
and the
Paris,
ning gowns he
of plaiting,
will
ahsence
New Envelope Bag
hag is now a
f the tailored
The
nent
envelope
costume
delightful
touches that stamp them as be
rather
part o
Some of the
new bags show
to date A
yi beige
+ flap made
s¢t in
are two
CASES, One HONey
or mirror and puff
The Latest Makeup
more the
colorless except for lips «
and upper of blue But
of being Ivory,
of the face i= dead white,
(nce atest
quite * sear
jot evelids
formerly,
flonnee and tunic are the rungs on
heights,
Chanel
to show
was one of the first houses
the apron-like tunic
ago. She has continued to
feature the idea and her present col
containg many dresses
in this style. The apron motif allows
many variations—Iit may be shaped
lovely
fullness at
plaited.
or it
old-fashioned
the sides,
The
may be
apron
at the back Is an ancient
which has been rejuvenated,
theme
Animals Embroidered
on Paris Street Gowns
Animals have supplanted mono.
grams as the embroidered decoration
on Parls street dresses, Where once
the Initials of the wearer added =a
to the frock, there now appear little
creatures, invariably in pairs and em.
hroidered In vividly colored silk
threads. Callot originated this caprice
and it has met with an immediate re
sponse along the Riviera, where it Is
no uncommon sight to see the smartly
gowned Parisienne trailed by a very
animate Pom and accompanied by two
inanimate chicks strikingly embrold-
ered on the ends of the sash.
No Longer Ill Omen
It seems that the peacock is no
longer a bird of IH omen. The Chi
nese trend in fashion has made the
fowl fashionable again, and the long
fan of peacock feathers, with a handle
of ivory, Is a splendid adjunct to any
evening costume,
SY MARY GRAHAM BONNER
Banas COPIRAT BY WLLTURI EWA (Plot
KING LION’S SECRET
——
Brownie,
and call on
the barnyard
was calling
Billie
about
and
birds
Lion.
He was always fond of Lions
and thelr great volces somehow al-
ways cheered him!
King Lion seemed very glad to see
Billie Brownlie and was ready to talk
to him.
“I'm going to tell about my visit to-
day to all the Brownles and
Fairless and Elves and Gnomes and the
rest of my friends and relatives when
I get " Billie
Brownie,
“Yes, is going to be a
quet tonight in Brownieland and
the banquet we're going to tell stories
and I've of
my visit to
who loved
the Zoo
animals
this
to go
animals
and the
King
on
fay
day
the
other
home tonight, suid
there ban
after
promised to tell the story
vou.”
sald King
14
iG
“They
leverer,
SHY
for
not take the chances
when he
that 1
“He [s stealthy and quiet an
And he
hunting
and smart,
work of
without
ghout
and of marketing
noise
goes
making any ,
“Well, that’s all very true and it's
very
“Yes,
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iHCES 8
sensible
people are impressed by our
spa
We
great bodies
Our great apiece
nave,
“Mostly
our great roarin
by
impressed
They are agreed Billie
to us when they come
Lion
their lucky
King went “and
on
they
Slars are
ated from us by bars—though it's
unlikely we'd be interested in them so
they needn't flatter themselves,
“1 suppose
any chances that
interested I”
“That’
Brow
“But way we cau roar,” King
lion continued, “that makes us called
the
wouldn't want to
he
they
rhe
we might
the idea,” nodded Biille
the
ie
King of Beasts,
“We
sound
have a kingly, regal, mighty
When it is night in the zoo we
TENT
a -
on A
A Full-Grown, Splendid Lion.
oh
olaer
and
to each
were free
and call
if we
roar as
were
we
all
“We roar over our food as we would
Over our prey.
“We lick
given
the great bones we are
and try to imagine it is some
have caught.
“And if it is going to storm we roar,
too—a custom of old days to warn the
pack of what is approaching. We keep
we
Our manes do not grow to full size
A five
nearly half!
at five years
splendid lion.
can do.
“But whether we are as flerce as
Mr. Rhinoceros, who is a dangerous
animal, or gs stealthy and clever as
Mr. Tiger, we are called the royal
family.
“It is nll because of the roar. Lis
ten to the Lion's secret! You have
got to blow your own trumpet a bit
in this life. No one else is going to
do it for you! Am I not a proof of
what I say?”
“You are Indeed” sald Billle
Brownie, "and when I think of what
you have just said I do realize that
there is much to be sald about blow.
ing one's own trumpet if you're an ex-
ample of the success of it
“For your roar is a terrible thing
and it makes you seem a mighty pow.
erful beast, more powerful than any
other.”
“Ah, yes," sald King Lion, “1 have
told you the secret, the great secret of
the Lion family.
“And yon may tell It to your
Brownie friends and relatives and I'm
hoping they will like hearing t. Also
you may tell anyone else you want,
“It will %¢ a secret no longer, It Is
true. But I do not care. For when
people hear us roar they will forget
about secrets and everything else and
think only of our power and of our
great, magnificent, fearful voices!”
“Tele,” agreed Billle Brownlie, “and
now I must be off. I thank you kind-
ly for your gtors.”
But King Lion is a king
of age—a full-grown,
That shows what lions