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THIS STARTS THE STORY
A week-end house party Is being
leld at the country home of Kath
erlne and Blnglinm Harvard. Among
the guests Is one Conrad Belknap.
Catherine discovers him cheating at
cards and orders him to leave at once.
He refuses to do so scornfully. He
seems to exert a peculiar Influence
over her. Convinced that he Is con
cealing his real Identity nnd that he
Is there for some ulterior purpose,
Katherine determines to ferret out
the mystery. She has formerly hnd
experience as n pollco headquarters
detective aqd has been known as. Lady
Kate of the Police. She intercepts a
telephone call of Helknap's to a
woman and learns her full name and
address. Realizing that he if sus
pected by Kathcrlne, Belknap threat
ens to expose the fact that Kather
ino's brother. Roderick Maxwilton,
who Is believed by his parents to he
dead, faces a term in prison. Ring
ham Harvard, who once bore the title
pf the Night Wind, becomes sus
picious of Rclknap and of Kathcr
lne's attitude toward him. Helknap's
confederate, Rerta. or Roberta, ar
rives on the scene under the name of
Senorita Cervantcz, a pianist who is
to entertain the guests. She pre
tends to be dumb and writes her
words on n pad of paper. Her action
inystilies Relknap. Harvard nttarks
Uclknap one night after he has re
eelved notes from both Katherine and
Roberta from a baloon of the house
Belknap does not recognize his as
sailant. AND HERE IT CONTINUES.
TTER lips parted as if to speak, but
" she remembered in time and dosed
them. She was groping for her tablets
with wandering, uncertain fingers when
Katherine put her arms around her anil
drew her into n close and foud embrace
"It doesn't matter who you are,
dear," she said. "Whether you are a
Maxwilton or a Keese or if the won
dcrful resemblance to the old portrait is
only an accident, the fact remains that
you arc here and that we are both fond
of you; that I am certainly. And,"
she added, with another thought, "I am
not going to let you go away Monday,
as planned. I will see to that."
Roberta let go of the tablets which
she had found nnd grasped. She whis
pered into Katherine's ear:
"I I don't know anything nbout it,
Mrs. Harvard; nothing at all. It is
all a mystery to me. I am dazed, ex
cited, speechless, thoughtless. It is all
so wonderful so overwhelming. May
I may I go to my room now? And
may I take the likeness with me, pleare?
I want to study it; I want to think
about it. Please let me take it."
Katherine repeated the substance of
what she said to Betty.
"Of course, you can take the pic
ture," Betty announced ; and then they
both kissed her good uight, nnd she left
"""the room.
"What docs it mean?" Hetty de
manded of Katherine nfter she had gone.
Katherine shook her head.
"I don't know," she replied. "I
will ask my father about it. He has
got the entire Maxwilton genealogy
tucked away in his head, ever ready
for instant reference. He will be likely
to know; or, if not that, he'll be more
likely to know how to make guesses
about it than we are."
Betty kissed Katherine good night.
She started for the door and stepped
half-way to it.
"Katherine?" (.he began.
"Yes? What now, Betty?"
"Do you think that Mr. Belknap
might have known the senorita some-
where, sometime, before he met her
here?"
"What a question! Why?"
"I have heard that when people walk
in their sleep they follow out ideas that
were predominant before they went to
bleep. And and, honestly. Kitten, 1
don't believe he was asleep any more
than I am now."
"Why, Betty!"
"You just wait a moment. I saw him
before I came into this room. I was on
my way to find if you were still up and
to show you that picture. I saw him
In the hall and dodged into the room that
Biug always reserves for Mr. Chester.
I pecked out when he passed the dooi
and saw him plainly, nnd if ever any
body was wide awake in this world he
was. He was scowling and showing
his teeth, and ns mad us a 'bear with
a sore paw. Asleep? I reckon not!
And he went as straight to the seuor
ita'a door as a shot out of a gun. He
rapped, on it, too ; and kept on rnpplug,
juftim If he had a right to do it; or if
not that, aft if he knew that he could
make her answer him, whether she
wanted to or not. And I was scared out
of. my wits when I sneaked uloug the
hall to this door, afraid that he would
sec me; but he didn't; and you could
hare knocked me down with a cobweb
when I found the senorita here. And,
Kitten "
"Well, dear?"
"While I am on the subject there is
something else that I want to say : Tom
doesn't like the man, and I don't.
either. Tom has put Rodney Rushtou
onto his track, and "
"What?" Katherine cried out.
"Weil, what of it? He has, any
how, whether you like it or not, Tom
thinks that "
A wild cry like the screnms of a
banshee, instantly followed by three
pistol shots In rapid succession, inter
reputed her, and both young women
stood spellbound antl frightened.
"They came from outside from the
gardens didn't they?" Katherine
asked breathlessly.
"I wonder," Betty said, "If Bel
knap went back to the senorita's room
to wait for her?"
Thn wild scream and the pistol
shots that followed it momentarily par
alyzed every energy that Katherine add
'HMtjr possessed, coming upon them as
Ihejr did at the moment when they were
about to part for the night.
But the effect on them lasted only
for a moment. Both of the young
Votaeu recovered their telf-possession
iaaUatly, and each of them was court
;"!oW. resourceful, and quick to act,
Theyiw. close to the door iato (he
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them. Katherine reached out nnd
punched the black button of the electric
switch, extinguishing the lights in the
room ; then she darted across it to the
window and out upon the balcony
for .she was convinced that the sounds
proceeded from without the house, and
believed that they were not far from
her window.
Betty Clancy seized upon the door,
opened it, and sprang into the hall
for she wns equally convinced that the
sounds came from within the house;
that is to say, both acted upon the
impulse of the moment, without
thought.
Each of them was, in part, right.
Katherine, as cool as ever she hnd
been in the old days of her police ex
periences, was quickly outside on the
balcony, and bending over the rail of
it. peering eagerly this way and that ;
and she saw or thought that she saw,
not being entirely certain the outlines
of a human figure as it darted into
entire obscurity beneath the shadows
of the trees at the edge of the lawn.
And that was all.
Betty, as she literally jumped into
the hall from Katherine's room, saw
nothing at first. But doors were pulled
open, timid and shrinking guests ap- '
penred as if by magic, frightened lig-I
ures of women nnd the startled and '
questioning visages of the men, ma-I
terialized from every direction, for the '
alarm had been one that was not to be
ignored. It was not the sort of thing
that one hears vaguely in sleep when
one wonders even more vaguely about
the cause nnd rolls over into sleep
again ; it wns of the character that
compels a person to sit up and take
notice.
Bing Harvard came Into Katherine's
room from his own just as she re
appeared from the balcony. He snapped
on the lights while she crossed from
the window toward him, and she no
ticed instantly, but without betraying
her surprise because of it. that save for
the fact that he wns without a coat,
he was dressed precisely as he had
been ut dinner that evening.
His quick questions also surprised
her.
"Wns nny one here with you?" he
demanded.
"Betty was here. Wo were "
she began. He interrupted her.
"Anybody else?"
"No, not just now, when wc heard
the shots. The senorita hnd been here
earlier, but she had gone. Why
there is Betty now!" For Betty had
reappeared at the door.
"Come!" Betty called to them from
the doorway. "Oh, Bing! I'm so
glad that you're here. They say out
there that it came from Mine. Sav
age's room."
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"Waj any one here with you?" ho demanded
Bingham and Katherine followed
Betty into the hall.
They found that a group had nl-
rendy collected in the corridor near the
entrance to the suite occupied by Mine.
Savage and her maid, and that a hush
hud fallen upon those who were gath
ered there.
The cause of it was at once apparent,
for the unmistakable sounds of a woman
sobbing could be heard from beyond the
door, and mingled with it were the
sharp tones of Madame's deep voice,
almost masculine, in timbre.
Harvard tapped upon the panel, and
madame's voice bade him enter.
The old lady was sitting up in bed.
nnd she held in her right hand a small
automatic pistol with which she had
been gesticulating "while she tnlked to
her frightened nnd sobbing maid, who
stood facing her across the footboard,
grasping it with both hands.
Mine. Savage was a very old lady, it
must be remembered; n very young-old
lady, with eighty years or thereabouts
to her credit, but as youthful as ever
she had been, in spirit nnd thought, and
in her outlook upon life. Nor was she
one who had resorted to artificial de.-
vices to keep herself , young: her natural
buoyancy, nnd her .ardent love of being
in the middle of "somcthiug doing" had
done that,
"Come in I Come in!" she called
out when the discovered the group at
her door, headed by Harvard. "I'm not
a bit afraid to be seen in bed by all of
you. I don't wear n wig, nor do up my
face and neck in an enameling mask
when I retire. My goodness, Bing, did
I wake up the whole household?"
"Naturally. Have you been practic
ing at a target, mndame, or were you
shooting at your maid? And, if I may
inquire, where did you get the pistol?"
Harvard was smiling as he put the
questions, for he wns reassured. It
had only been n scare nfter all, he
wns thinking.
Madame replied to the last question
first.
"Where did I get it?" she retorted.
"I've always had it. Not this ouc. of
course, hut a pistol of some kind. I'm
not used to this new-fangled contraption
yet, and I shot three times when I only
meant to shoot once."
"But, my dear lady, what did you
shoot at?"
"A man. There were two of them,
or a man and a woman. I think that
I must have winged one of them at
that. You see r-"
Betty interrupted impulsively.
"But the screnm !" she exclaimed.
"That came before the pistol shots."
"Oh! That Nistinc is a ninny; she is
nlways scared at her own shadow. It
was she who did the screaming. That
is what I was scolding her about, and
why she Js sobbing now, just like a
scared child."
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"But, madame. how did it happen?
What did happen?" Bing asked.
"I wns reading myself to sleep I
always do that, you know ; it's n habit
I've had for sixty years; and Nistiue
was sound nsleep in that chair by the
window. I heard n noise and looked
around nnd saw Nistinc jump to her
feet ; and there was a man I could
just sec his head and shoulders climb
ing in nt the window. He hud a hand
kerchief or something tied across the
lower part of his face. You see, onlv
this reuding-light wns turned on, and
he must have thought that I was asleep
with a night-light burning, or he
wouldn't have tried to climb in.
"Well, anyhow, Mstinc let out that
scream you heard and jumped, and when
she jumped she caught her foot in some-
thing and fell. But in the meantime I
was rcuriiing under my pillow for this.
Micn Nistinc fell nnd was out of the
way I let drive nt him, and the thing
went off three times instead of once I
guess maybe that night-prowler didn't
know that my father and my husband
were both cattle-kings in the South
west, and that I learned how to use a
gun nt the same time I learned to read
a primer. I always sleep with one of
them under my pillow, nnd I nlways
carry one in my hand-bag with my book
and lace -needles when I travel.
"It's the habit of a lifetime; and, be
Mdes this isn't the first effort that
burglars and porch -climbers hive made
to get my diamonds away from me.
"That's the whole storv, so No it
isn't, either. I jumped out of bed and
went to the window, and I saw two
injures disappear among the trees and
one of them either wore a long raincoat
which isn t likely, for it's not lain
ing or was a woman and wore a dress
That is nil. I didn't shoot again be
cause they got out of my sight too soon.
But I 11 tell you this much ; one of them,
the one that I'm sure was not a woman'
acted as if I'd winged him. and I've
seen too many men phot not to know
pretty well when they're hit. Now. win
you do me the favor to send all of these
people out of my room? Those burglars
had probably heard that I wns ,ln,..n
here at your place and figured it out that
it would be a swell chance for them to
get my jewels. They've been hot -foot
after my diamond-rope ever since thnt
toousn hunrtny newspaper pr nted a pic
ture of it and told what it is worth.
But they won't get it. Pin? Harvard!
Not while rl'ui alive, and I cMict to
be on earth a good ninny years jet. And
Bingham, come nearer. I want to whim
per to you. Now, listen; I think I
don't know, but I think that I couM
make a good guess about that f'mp tha
I did not hit. He moved just like er
somebody I know. But I'll tell
nbout that in the morning."
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(CONTINUED TOMORROW)
Her
DAILY NOVELETTE
"BUDDY GETS A
DOCTOR"
By Eva Goldberg
PREPARATIONS were being mndc at
"Idlers' Lodge" for the invasion of
"The Jolly Ten." Polly French, their
president, left on an earlier train thnn
the other members, with plans for
dressing up the crude bungalow and re
placing isolation by a homelike atmos
phere. Buddy Moore, her acquaintance of
half an hour, she already adopted ns
camp mascot, and the little fellow
proved his worth by running crrnnds
in the locality so unfamiliar to the
newcomer.
While Buddy rnn out to gather some
wild (lowers for her vase, the industri
ous girl undertook to repnlr a broken
rocking-chair. Missing her aim, the
hammer boldly struck her finger.
My, but that hurt! What n fierce
blow! And was the hand swelling? So
it seemed.' In. her loneliness nnd dis
tance from home she commenced to feel
frightened ; besides, the ugly look of the
wound wns enough to cause her un
easiness. The happy youngster, with nn nrm
ful of fresh posies, romped in to dis-
day them. Excited, Polly glanced nt
erself in bungalow attire, then nt Bud.
"Sonny, do you know where I can
get a doctor? Sec what I've done! Oh,
it aches so !"
"I don't know. Miss Polly," he
ventured with childlike hesitancy, "but
I can go to the village and find out."
"The village bless your heart
(hat's half a mile down. You're nn
angel." And she stroked his crop of
golden hair. "Aren't you afraid to go
all alone?" she inquired. "You can
read a doctor's sign, of course?"
"Sure I can," he assured. "It says
M. 1)., don't It? 1 can read I'm seven
now in the second grade we rend
hard books and write with ink, wc
"All right, dear, then remember the
first sign thnt reads M. I).," she
shouted as he ran toward the door.
The little chap wns half way down
to the village when he passed n house
whose brass doorplatc attracted his eye.
On it wns displayed in large black
lettering:
M. I). CLARKE
PROPRIETOR, SUNRISE STUDIOS
Spying the initials, nnd without at
tempting to decipher the rest, which wns
beyond his power, the youngster rnng
the bell ami summoned the owner of
that long title. A serious appearing
young man approached him.
"Miss French says for you to come
right over she's hurt herself and it
aches dread dreadfully," the boy an
nounced without any ceremony.
Morton 1). Clarke was in a quan
dary.
The artist followed the speedy little
footsteps that led to the road which
introduced "Idlers' Lodge" where the
patient was now in severe pain.
"Oh, doctor," she explained, upon
meeting the hntless, breathless stranger,
"I would have called nt your office only
that I am not acquainted with this
town and so sect "
"Doctor?" he interrupted, "but there
mubt be some mistake, girlie. I'm no
doctor, but an urtist up here for the
summer.
"Let us waste no time, though," he
suggested when noticing the exposed
sore, "pcrhnps I can help you by phon
ing for one. ,-
In a moment he wus gone.
Returning from the station, Mr.
Clarke assured Miss French that n
physician would arrive in ten minutes.
In the meantime he tried to make her
forget her suffering by his engaging
manner nnd interesting conversation.
"Now tell me," he i .ged, "who" ever
played a joke on nic and gave you my
name as being a doctor?"
Buddy, overhearing this, amusingly
vindicated himself by proving the ex
istence of nn M. D. on Clarke's name.
Both Morton and Polly laughed
heartily, and after medical attendance
had given relief, she was better fitted
to enjoy the event occasioned by well
meaning, innocent Buddy.
Soon the artist very thoughtfully vol
unteered to finish the decorations about
the cottage, and, by applying his artistic
knowledge, great improvement did he
achieve.
How satisfied Polly was! And
wouldn't the girls be surprised una de
lighted nt the welcome sight !
Nine tired vacationists greeted their
president on the front porch, and one
observing young lady, eying n' man,
whispered to Polly. "What, a flirta
tion nlrcody?"
But in u short time everybody knew
the reason for the man visitor's call.
nd neither was that call to be the
last.
When he left, his hostess accompanied
him to the door, bestowing her profuse
thnnks for his many kindnesses.
At the end of a well-spent vacation,
everybody vowed their return in an
other season to that ideal spot. And
so it was to be only, were they gifted
with the power to look ahead a year,
they would foresee themselves as "The
Jolly Nine," with a new president at
the head, the former being Mrs. Clarke.
And again, looking ahead, nnd peek
ing on .the veranda of the "Sunrise
Studios," they would hear Morton say
to lua wife, while recollecting the in
stance ' that brought them together,
"And yet. the folks tny, 'what's in a
name.' "
The next complete novelette
"Down the Long, Long Road."
DREAMLAND AD VENTURES -By Daddy
"THE MERMAID IS KIDNAPPED"
(Vhtn the mermaid say.i she cnii
not marry the Prince of Dollars be
cause lie is rich and because she is
plighted to Blacksmith Joe, the ani
mals attack her, and llalky Sam car
ries her away. The prince fights to
saro her from the animals.)
The, Wedding .Moon's Spell '
ttTTEE-HAW, the mermaid says she
cannot marry the Prince of Dol
lars. I'll kidnnp her again and carry
her to where the Wedding Moon shines
on Lovers' Knoll! Hee-haw! lice
haw!" Braying this message, Balky Sam
raced along the top of the hill' with
Anita, the mermaid, digging her heels
into Ills Rides to mnke him go faster.
For some strange reason she wnnted to
get nwny from the prince even though
she confessed to loving him more thnn
ever for the way he fought the animals
to save her from them.
From the woods came the chatter of
the birds.
"Cree! Chee! Flee to Lovers' Knoll
nnd there wc will sing while the Wed
ding Moon works its spell!" they cried.
They flocked nfter Balky Sam In the
silvery moonlight which wns now mak
ing the open places as light ns day.
The prince turned to follow the mer
maid, but Lonesome Bear stood in his
path.
"Waa-ugh ! Waa-ugh ! You hurt my
nose!" howled Lonesome Bear, rubbing
his snout, which the prince hnd so
soundly punched.
"(ir-r-ow-ugh ! Oct me down out of
this and I'll chew you up." growled
Johnny Bull, sliding from the top of
the fir tree, where the prince had
thrown him by the tail.
"Baa-aa! Baa-aa! Kicking isn't
fair," bleated Billy Ooat wading from
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w -um n m. uiAi Hii.s in ine corner oi
the rather deserted street on which
stood the little plant of the Meter Jewel
Company.
It wns a dark but clear evenlug nnd
I had little difficulty In locating the
open window, inside which I dropped the
first empty grip. It fell with n bang
that rather startled me. The empty
building magnified the sound so thnt it
seemed to mc that half Brooklyn must
have heard that empty bag drop.
I listened, tensely, my heart pounding
with excitement. I half expected to
hear a whispered word from Duke, but
I could not hear a sound of any kind
come to my strniued ears.
I crept back to the sidewalk and
walked toward the taxi. A sickening
thought flashed through my ever-excited
brain suppose that awful silence meant
something had-happened to Duke sup
pose Staathurg had discovered him there
and I gnvo n little horrified shudder
as my imagination pictured Duke lying
in the stillness of death on the floor of
that dark aud silent building. The de
serted street, the dark evening and the
peculiar nature of my mission were
playing tricks with my nerves nnd it
was with relief that I finally reached
my taxi and saw the driver half asleep
in his seat. I pulled myself together,
and, picking up grip number two, left
the comforting reassurance of the taxi
and the glaring lamp post and once more
strode into the gloomy street.
With beating heart I tiptoed to the
open window. To my great relief I
saw the first grip resting on the grnss
under the window. Without hesitation
I dropped bag number two through the
open window nnd went to pick up hag
number one. Then I discovered it was
full of something very heavy, for it wns
nil 1 could do to carry it. For a second
I stopped to listen, but no sound came
from the mysterious gloom of that
empty building. So, with shoulder
pulled down by the weight of the bag,
I struggled to the taxi.
Sivten trips back and forth from
the taxi to the silent dark building did
t take before my work was done. Then
villi i-iv heavy load of something, I
know not what I was soon carried
"i the heait of Brooklyn, over
Brooklyn bridge to the city hall.
For nn hour I sat there wnitlng for
!' Ke. That hour Memed like a year.
The scene from the taxi was most fa
miliar. The postofficc, city hall, the
Wpolworth Building all the buildings
vhlch I had passed hundreds of times
yet sitting In that taxi with my precious
mysterious lond, waiting for Duke and
wondcri'ig why lie did not turn up, gave
mo a feeling of semilonelincss. I felt
apart from the familiar surroundings
and that the everyday business world
they represented had nothing to do with
the life in which the problem of get
ting fo.- Miss Mnitland her $35,000 had
so suddenly and dramatically thrown
Bruno Duke and inc.
Suddenly the door of the taxi opened
and I gave n startled jump as Duke
quietly and quickly closed the door, aud
with an amused twinkle in his eyes re
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Ho dashed away for Lovers' Knoll '
the mud pond Into which the prince
hnd booted him when he tried to butt
the prince in the back.
The three animals rushed forward al
together and the prince seemed in for
n hard battle.
"Wc will help you," shouted Billy
nnd Peggy, running to the prince's
nld. But before they could get to his
side the animals played n sharp trick.
Johnny Bull mndc a grab nt the prince's
leg nnd the prince kicked nt him.
Lonesome Bear rushed forward, Billy
Coat butted the prince froniehlnd, nnd
the brave youth went flying right over
Lonesome Bear's head, landing on his
shaggy back. Then Lonesome Bear
did just as Balky Sam had done with
the mermaid he dashed away for
Lovers' Knoll, with the prince clinging
to his fur and tail.
As lie disappeared Into the woods,
Johnny Bull snt up on his hnunches
and howled with laughter. Billy Coat
did the same, only instead of howling he
bleated : "Ba-ba-ba-bn-ba !"
"Bow-wow, didn't wc fool them fine?
They thought wc were mad," roared
Johnny .Bull.
"And weren't you?" nsked Peggy.
"Well, young mnn, I suppose you'll
be pleased to know thnt you've commit
ted n crime? Tonight we have been
just plain burglars, for in this taxi nrc
several thousand dollars' worth of sap
phires and rubies hi various stages of
finish, nnd also wc have twoscorc of
jewel lathes. Our load would more
than pay off Miss Maitlnnd."
"Good heavens, Mr. Duke, what arc
wc how shall wc "
"How shall we dispose of the swag?
Is that what you mean, Peter?" Duke
evidently enjoyed my puzzlement.
"Yes, now we've got it what arc wc
going to do with it?"
"First of all, we'll go to the Karmel
Building," at these words Duke gave
the chauffeur orders to go there.
In n few moments wc pulled up nt
that magnificent building, and wc soon
Roughing It "De Luxe" in Colorado
We left the train at Lnkc City for
two reasons. In the first place, in that
part of Colorado the mountain!) arc high
and engineering difficult, so that's as
fur as the narrow gauge railroad had
been built, and, secondly but what's
the use of giving any other reason? The
train was not scheduled to leave on the
return trip until the next morning, nnd
the conch was not equipped witli sleep
ing accommodations. Neither was the
engine. So wc had to get off, even if
that particular town had not been where
we were headed for.
Passing up the trail from the where
the train stopped, deserted and tumble
down cabins were much in evidence, but
a little farther along there were un
mlstnknble signs of habitation. Sud
denly wc found ourselves in Slain street,
nnd then wc realized that we really
were in a town, for on a corner across
the street wns a bank building. No
body's "livbag" in it now, and you
couldn't get a $5. bill changed there,
for the owner had closed It up and
gone back to Denver. Business hnd be
come too dull, for Lnkc City, which had
flourished in the early eighties as a min
ing camp, had become one of the "ghost
cities" of the West.
Nobody was living on the comer just
ncross the street, cither hadn't lived
there for several years, in fact, for the
reason thnt the whole row of saloons
and gambling houses that once occu
pied severnl blocks burned dowu one
night nnd hnd never been rebuilt. The
reporter on the Lake -City Times, in his
account that appeared in the next Is
sue, snid-that the "origin of the confla
gration had not been definitely fixed on
any certain person."
So you see, even in a "ghost" city,
iutcrcst began to develop. among our
bunch from "back east." Scd had
joined the party on faith. Ho said be
fore starting that he was all fugged out
nnd wished to go somewhere, but didn't
By Chas. McManus
"Not n bit, even when I got thrown
up thnt tree," howled Johnny Bull(
"It wns all part of our plot to get them
on Lovers' Knoll together while the
Wedding Moon wns working Its spell."
"What's the Wedding Moon's spell?"
nsked Billy.
"Come and sec; wc arc missing the
fun," bleated Billy Goat.
They raced away until they came to
an opening at the edge of a high bluff.
Here wns a grassy knoll, from which
one could look through the shadowy
trees far out on the country all round
about. And just now the moonlight
changed the whole land Into a shim
mering, silvery land of enchantment.
It wns a beautiful spot, and made for
lovers, aud here were the Prince of
Dollars nnd Anita, the mermaid. He
held her clasped protectlngly in his
arms, nnd she clung to him tightly. And
every time she tried to drnw away, ns
she hnd when she hnd fled from him nt
former times, Lonesome Bear would -growl
from the underbrush or Balky
Sam would bray, and the mcrmnld
would cling to him tighter than ever.
Now the birds began to sing pretty
little love songs, nnd the prince began
to whisper to the mermaid, nnd she
listened happily, forgetting to try to
get away.
"Hoo! Hoo! All Is well! For when
the Wedding Moon shines on young
folks on levers' Knoll they arc sure to
wed," hooted Judge Owl.
"Hey there, I'm here, too," ronrcd
n hoarse voice from up n pine tree, nnd
there looking down througlrthc branches
wns Blacksmith Joe. "You're plighted
to me, Miss Anita, nnd me you'll wed,"
he added as the mermaid gave a llttlo
shriek aud. tore herself away from the
prince.
(Tomorrow teill be told how
Blacksmith Joe has an exciting battle
in the air and changes his mind.)
piled the bags in nn elevator Into which
we both got.
"What floor, please?" asked the ele
vator woman.
"Twelfth.", Duke said.
"No," I whispered excitedly, "we
want the eleventh for your office the
twelfth floor is Purvis's office."
To my 'amazement Duke nnswered,
"That's where we are going to put our
'swag' tonight."
(TO BK CONTINUED)
TODAY'S BUSINESS QUESTION
M'hat is a "licit"?
Aiisirer toill appear tomorrow.
ANSWER TO YESTERDAY'S
BUSINESS QUESTION
"Short exchange" is bills of ex
change payable at sight or in a few
days.
core to know just where it wns until ho
got thcrc He had his -wish, at least
geographically.
But I forgot Sloke. Sloke met us at
the train, because ho knew wc wtre
coming, otherwise wc might have trav
eled as far as Main street without being
noticed. Sloke pointed the way to the
hotel, only n few doors distant cnll it
the Pueblo house, that's a good western
name and we proceeded thither,
How different from the effete East!
And in many respects how much bet
ter ! No doorman bawling out to your
tnxi driver. No bellhops nearly upset
ting you in grabbing your valise I
mean your grip or bag, as some folkj
call 'em. We just went in, nud Slok
told us to make ourselves comfortable.
It was easy to do, for there was pleutj
of room nnd no one to bother us. Pres
ently Helen came in and told us to se
lect our rooms upstairs. Helen spends
her vacations with her mother, who i!
the proprietor of the hotel.
Now, what do you think hnppened?
Doc nnd Ed had been to Lake City be
fore on mining business, and no sooner
hnd they reached their rooms than they
dug up from somewhere high-lnced
boots, flannel shirts nnd other garments
such ns miners wear, and they were
soon togged out in real western fashion.
My wardrobe included nothing like that,
but I didn't propose to be outdone, so
I sought Sloke. He fitted me out with
high boots, khnki trousers, coat, etc.,
nnd pretty soon I felt so much like n
miner that I wns tempted to take n
"chew of terbacccr" to make it moro'
realistic.
Listen ! Just because you shun the
beaten path that tourists are wont to
follow nnd go way out to the jumping
off place it does not necessarily mean
that appetizing food never passes your
lips. Far from it ! It's true thnt fresh
meat comes to Lake City only once n
week, but what of that? It mleht. nron
"the finicky person to be segregated
from Ills "tough beefsteak" for a meal
or two, but that'B where many tourists
make a mistake. They go "Roughing It
dc Luxe," to borrow the title of a
magazine article by Irviu Cobb. At the
places exploited in the guide books they
nro nstonished to find nearly all their
favorite dishes on the bill of fare, and
they usually are astonished also nt what
they find on the "bill" when they go
to settle. The result is often Tinsatls
factory and the "do luxe" frequently
overshadows the ''rough" stuff.
Nobody "roughs It do luxe" in Lake
City, for they don't carry "de luxe" In
stock there. It's mostly "de rough,"
but by that term I do not mean to cast
any aspersions on the food. Far from
it.
But I'm keeping supper waiting.
Helen finully got the gang to the table,
miners clothes and all. Now, I ask
yoil, what's a beefsteak of more or less
uncertain texture when you have placed'
before you n large platter of mountain
trout rainbow trojit done to n golden
brown? Don't say you don't enro for
fish. These wero real fresh mountain
trout, 'Nothcr matter altogether. Wo
had other things, but I do not remem
ber what they were don't care to re
member. "It wns late" when we pushed
back our chairs.
To bed? No. Lake City is not exact
ly beyond the palo of civilisation! Right
"" " " ""o picture snow. I
Same movie stars. Same popular musle tVi
nn the piano as "back East." Xnw -
nlghty-nlght. Tomorrow Fourth at 1
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