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E——— II EXPLAINING IT ayes, it 1s really remarkable” ob served mother at the head of the ta. ble. “Clifford seems to eat twice aa much chicken when we have vis {tors.” “Indeed I” exclaimed the lady visit. or. “And, ‘pray, why is that, CIf- ford?” “'Cause that's the only time we have it!" replied the truthful lad. And One Is “Stung” cussing an arrangement which Im plied the exercise of the “give and take” theory. “You know,” declared Mr. Barnes, “that It always takes two to make a bargain.” i “Yes,” returned Mra, Barnes, “but | only one of them gets It.” ! Many Like Him Qeorge—I always do my hardesl | work before breakfast, Fred—What's that? George—Getting up. Counting Them Up Miss Pert—There are 300 reasons why I won't marry you. Mr, Oldboy—Name them, : Miss Pert—Fifty years and 250 | Copyright 1928.13, Harold Titus. WNT Bervics, CHAPTER XII—Continued LL “Coming!” he shouted thickly and gelzed a hammer and attacked the trunk lock. Ammunition must be in there, The crowd milled, now, trampling And then came a hush, a quick, wipes out sunlight, breaking sentences in half. And then rose a quick pop- “Elliott!” “Here he is!" “Look!” Bundled to the ears In a great over- throng; did not look either to the right He gained the middle of the street Then he mur mured a word to Able and they halted. He looked about at his men and smiled a trifie weakly, but in his look was a quality which clearly indicated that love which strong men have for their kind. “It's all right, boys™ he sald and only those in tha first ranks could hear, his voice was that light, “They didn't get me , . . badly. I appre- ciate this . . . but want you to , . . get back to . . . camp” He panied for breath and lifted his face to the broken windows above Far back in that room he caught a face watching him-— “It's my fight" he went on. “Not yours. . , . I don't want any . . . of you hurt. Go back. , . . Will you EO ++. « Dack? The crowd stirred. “You bet we will, Ben!™ a man called. “Now that you're located If you ask It, we willl" Tim Jeffers worked his way to Ben's side and put a hand on his shoulder, “Go home, boys!” Tim Jeffers called. “They knifed Ben last night but he's well took care of. You teamsters, get out your horses; we've found what To camp, every last Men relaxed. The post that was to have battered in Brandon's door was dropped. The mob was satisfied, Slowly Ben Elliott made his way back to Dawn's home. As Tim Jeffers took his place be side the sick man, Able Armitage drew into the post office entry to watch the mob disperse. Emory Sweet was standing there, “The king is dead!™ Able muttered dows, “Long live the king !™ sald Emory. Pause, “Dead men tell no tales” “No, but sometimes a corpse will kick back!™ CHAPTER XIII — Furipusly, Nicholas Brandon saw as power pile up on a flood of public re years. The man who bad replaced the glass ernoon worked slowly and silently jobs with swift efforts so that his la- bor might give his employer satisfac tion, and had taken every opportunity On Monday as Brandon walked along the street he saw faces leering and men he ful sort of embarrassment, or looked In yard and mill he was consclous “There's plenty room at Hoot Owl again. That mob yesterday had not wrecked the town as they had threatened but the ruin they left was of Jar more con: sequence. Their coming had stripped Brandon of everything but his mate rial possessions and now these only mocked him in survival, Back In the office he paced the place like a caged animal, Mail arrived. He took the packet of letters and drank deeply from his bot. tle again. He thumbed the letters absently, un- tl the script on one canght his eye The envelope contained a single sheet of note paper and he unfolded It with trembling fingers. On the sheet was written: “1 never want to see you again, I know now what the whole country has known and been afraid to admit for years. 1 have thought you were my friend but now I know you are my worst enemy, as you are the sworn enemy of those I love most, “DAWN.” He stood for a time staring at the paragraph; then read it again and drained hls whisky bottle. Such a note, now, was to have been expected by an ordered mind, of course, but his fevered brain had not foreseen any necessity for abandoning this, the most precious of his hopes. He trembled a bit and made a strange sound in his throat, A meticulous office man was Nich. olas Jrandon, and though he had suf- fered the severest blow of his experi ence just now he mechanically went about his habitual procedure. He had received and read a letter. It required no reply. The next step in orderly pro- cedure was to file It In the outer office were ranks and rows of letter files. But this letter did not belong there. In the great safe to which only he Lad sombination and keys reposed two Hles side by side. He took both out and placed them on the desk. He opened one and a cruel smile twitched his lips. It contained letters on paper of varying size, color and quality. He riffled through these, stopping now and again to read a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph, . . . Pleas, these were; a writing begging for help , + «. and he smiled again, In the other file were more letters, some yellowed by age and these older ones had been written In the unformed script of a child. , . . “Dear Uncle Nick,” they all began. Always that, though the handwriting grew formed and mature until It was Identical with that on the single sheet he had just read. These were Dawn McManus’ letters to him, saved since ber child hood. He ran through them almost idly, his senses dulled by whisky and the calam ity which bad befallen him. A narrow slip of tablet paper feil out. He looked at the penciled note on one side. “Meet us at Antler Lodge this after noon. ~Dawn." Happler memories, that brought; of the time Dawn had brought girls home — UL the hunt ing and had taken them to ir camp for a week-end Brandon had gone with the party and it was there that he had first re marked Dawn's emerging womanhood, that the desire for her had been Kin- dled in his blood; there in the camp where her father, as the whole coun- try knew, had been with Sam Faxon on the night when Faxon fled to his death. But Dawn had never known that. 8he had laughed and been happy at Antler lodge. “Meet us at Antler Lodge this after noon.~—Dawn.” He read it aguin. It bore no date it was unsolled; it betrayed no Indi cation of the time that had passed since its inscription. The note had been left on his desk for him three years before. , , . He leaned forward sharply and his eyes narrowed. ,. . . After a moment he straightened and smiled oddly. A look like relief,” al most like happiness spread over his face, ® ® ® * - ad * Fine strength of body healed Ben Elliott's wound rapidly. By mid-week he was dressed and sitting before the fire with Dawn, talking of his return to Hoot Owl on the morrow, “It's been so good, even under the clreumstances, to spend time with you,” he said gravely. The girl flushed but made no reply. “And all the time I've been wonder ing, Dawn, why you wouldn't let me come, , . . You've been so kind, so generous, 80 . . . #o friendly. And yet, only a few days ago, you told me 1 must never come again, Why was It, Dawn? Why, when I love you go?" “Don't I” she begged In a light whis- per. “Please!” “But it's beyond any power 1 have to keep still. 1 love you, Dawn, better than life. Can yoti believe that, when I've seen so little of youl Look at me ["floreely. “Don’t you like it, Dawn, being loved?” “Ah . « . Like it? It's wonderful, Ben. . . « It's too wonderfull” Bhe averted her face. “And loved by me?” “Yes, yes! It's all wonderful. It's too wonderful, Ben, Things like it just can’t be!” “Why not? It's wonderful, yon say, and yet , . . Can't you explain?” She was fighting for self-control, now, and wrested her hands from his, backing away, white and shaken. “You ean't understand, perhaps. Sometimes 1 ean’'t understand myself. Always I've wanted to be loved by . . by you, Ben Elliott! It's given me the only true happinfss I've ever had. “And then 1 had to remember what fam. Can't you see that a girl who is known as the daughter of a murderer can't let any man love her?” “That's foolish! . . . It's terrible, I know, for you to bear. But let me help, dear girl; let me stand by your side and help I* ry - “No, no! 1 can't bear it! I couldn't tnke a cloud to you and to your chil dren. . , . And it's all a mistake, all a lle! My father was no killer!” Her volce rose In sharp conviction on that “He was kind and gentle; he never would hurt another, All these years I've know it and others know it, but Just being sure in our own minds isn't enough, The whole world must know! Something tells me my father Is alive somewhere, walting, watching, suffering. . . But until we can prove that or something else comes up to banish this cloud . . . No, don't kiss me again! I can't stand it, 1 tell you! I ean't stand it, Ben!” Sobbing, she fled the room. “Well. that ought not tn be impos. gible!” Elliott said to himself after a long, thoughtful Interval. “Nothing much 1s. 2 He made no further moves toward love making after that but far into the night he talked with Dawn of her fa- ther. She had not heard all of dhe “I Can't Stand It, Beni" story, he realized. She did not know, for instance, that the tragedy which preceded McManus® disappearance took place In Antler she did not know bow far her father had gone in his attempts to drown sorrow of his wife's death by drinking. But she did know that Faxon was dead, that her father was blamed and lodge ; homicide still records. Next reposed in day he declared that he hour argued with Dawn, trying to win but she begged him to stay away for a time, at least, Elliott did not go at once to the stable where his team awaited him. He entered the court house and went over the meager records of the case, but little that was new rewarded his search. The net yield of that search was only to Impress him with the pro portions of the new task he had set for himself and as he drove out of town his heart was heavier than it had been in years Putting the Hoot Ow! on its feet had been a lark: shearing Brandon of his power had been hazardous but, after all, simple. . . . But this other was something else again. That night Bird-Eye Blaine sat with Elliott for long and went over the cir- cumstances leading up to Faxson's death. Men In Tincup commenced to whisper that Klllort was delving into the McManus case and the gossip reached Brandon who wag locked in his office much of the time, now, soaked with whisk! He did not drink for many hours after the -news reached him. lle kept his head clear and planned. CHAPTER XIV Able td Dawn of Ben's activity, watching her face narrowly because te understood the obstacle that was between these two, He saw hope come, followed by misgiving and trouble. It was on Friday thmt Dawn left Tiocup, striking across country far from the road toward Hoot Owl She was going to see Ben Elliott and tell him that she must see him now, that her heart could have no peace without him: that he must come to her and let her stand beside him while he pried into the past and attempted to make it give up truth, At noon, on the edge of a swamp, ghe sought shelter from the fitful wind, built a small fire and ate the lunch she carried. Then she went on, sight- ing her mill far away from the top of the next ridge. Martin was alone In the office when she entered and started up so sharply at sight of her that the girl, In turn, waa startled. “I'm sorry!” she exclaimed at bit mystified. “Did 1 frighten you?” “No. Not frightened. . « My thoughts were . . . far from here” “1s Ben about?” “Haven't seen him since dinner. Don't know where he went." Tim Jeffers, just down from camp, “1 don’t know, Miss McManus, here, was just asking.” used for a desk, “Sometimes he leaves a note for me when he's going away.” He bent over the table, looking at the litter of pa- pers on it, Hum, What's this?” He picked up a slip of paper, read the single line inscribed on locked at Dawn. “1 didn't mean to pry. . « « ably he's meet you, This is a note from you” “A finte! Why I . . she took the paper and read: “Meet us at noon, Dawn.” “Why !” she cried. “I didn't I must have !"—looking from one to the other. “That's my writing.” “Oh!" B8he let the paper flutter to the floor. “l wrote that! 1 wrote that years ago!” cried, struggling to speak distinetly. “lI wrote that note for Mr. drandon, Years ago. . . . How did it get here? Who is calling Ben to the lodge?” “What's this?" Tim Jeffers asked roughly. “Brandon? . . . Callin’ Ben off alone? “Don't you see?™ Martin cried and his volce was thick, "Dawn wrote it, all right. But he's sent It to Ben, ., . It's a decoy! Tim, the lad’'s on his way to the lodge alone and Brandon's planned it!" No need for more words, then! went Martin's jacket. From a he snatched snowshoes and a pair for gone to though. she On corner * he sald to Dawn. “You too ™ the girl eried Oh, hurry, Tim! now i™ “I'm going. We may be too late, They crossed the railroad tracks at a run, put on their snowshoes and with Jeffers breaking trail, entered the time ber. Another bad gone that way to day, 8 whose heart burned and gang. Dawn had sent for him; Dawn wanted him! Entering the office while Martin was in the mill his eyes had encountered No how {It came to be there presented itself, The quick conclusion at was that Dawn gone to Antler Lodge: that was where the fired which sent Perhaps Hastily, departed man Dawn's note thought of which he arrived and others had shot had bees Kam ble he death, Dawn there, took his snowshoes and Fazson to his had taken The distance was a good five miles, and part of the going wag in soft footing, So it was nearly two hours that on the Woman. however, after his start he canwe in sight of the buliding bank of Mad As he went down the slope he saw snowshoe tracks outside the place. “Hello I” he cried, mounting a drif “Hello, in there!” He twisted his feet hastily out of their straps, wondering a bit. For his alertness was gone, for once he was wholly off guard. “Dawni” he called again as he ghoved open the door. “Hello, who's here—" He had crossed the threshold, peer ing into the gloom, a sudden and cold misgiving sweeping him. “Turn back; withdraw I” a small voice warned but before be could gather himself a blow struck him and he went down under a heavy, living weight. 3ut as Elliott went down, with his assailant on top, he drew his knees up ward, bowed his back and with a trick of rough-and-tumble fighting used the very impact which had floored him to toss the man on beyond. He heard him curse, saw the other high No answer. once scramble to his feet, “Drandon!™ he cried hoarsely as a savage joy swept him, man who had struck so many times from the darkness and from behind! Brandon did not speak. He rushed with head Jowered. Great arms wrapped Ben's body, a head drove inte the pit of his stomach, driving the breath from «his body. 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