1. . I l. -rw ; 3V !fc.Um gffrr fr VAGRANT By GUVlUrti UWVS . ti, inlcndtd Outcast," "The Yellow Dove," of "The bpienaiu vl. .,. TUE GUMPpA Fhlhea 'Adtilce to His $on : V W- f v lWne," ?. CotvrioM. i bw o Co. The Secret begins tiik STOK 1 "" wfeAafarvifca, '" JM'il firouffA Me ffrd, leaves a ytrn'iV ","5P "cer meets ihe Kt,i Jfcft fltiS Is surprised '. I ,i ht is Jim Coast, a man tot"' ltoi r w o A" flliU , n.jL tHii-AM before guar- out Ills i'.. ;irir of Beth Cameron, IWto'i housekeeper, her aunt, Z7et additional M "aND HERB IT CONTINUES tVMEAD of going directly up the Iil (a the house Peter went along JJSS of the wood to the garage and ? the nth. as Oonct must have 2S Wnfihti before. The house ?'".. km Iii the pantry nml there S7"J5iBht her but. I noted t!i w",v5 tr i her eyes nt the moment ftbew then the line VSStaUon Into which her mouth was ?,rt.VlJ drown. So Titer rhosc it SSJJSiS ." IW to hi. b- i wanted to talk to you about Beth, rV nVrttn." be began rhcerfullv. Krcdllm a chair, but Peter leaned M the "indowelll looking out Into feiMymornlng. He told her what he ,ffioTorcd about her niece's voice. BWiSeU had been educated in m and that he thought every op-?2-.iii nJioiild be given Beth to have Iff wlce trnlncd. He saw that Mr. Bergen was dls irneJ for the moment as to the real M,t what had happened attlm Jnd artlug her. an Bcth's only ... A. mvmlulnn to 001 TV ( plin'to teach her all Hint he knew, after Uiel lie hoped it would be possible for w fa m to New lork for more net- ranced training. Mm. Hereon listened in wonder. tetplni at the tale of Short Wells' un joins, which Peter nriicd her to keep in confidence. From Mrs. Hereon cemments he tw that rite took little dock In Shad, who had been bothering Btth for two yearn or more, nnd that in ewn love for tin girl amounted to a b'lnd adoration which could Bee no fault In anything that she might do. It ttj clear that she was delighted wit It tie opportunities Peter offered, for she hid nlttavR known thnt Beth sang "prettier than anybody in the world." AutoJoin to the Cabin for the lewions, ttit nil ntbody'H bublnes but Beth's. Bhe was twenty-two and able to look cat for herself. ' "I'm in old woman. Mr. Nichols.' h concludcl tlraldlv. "an' Ve seen n let of trouble, one ktn.i or nitotiiT. Dut I aio't often mistaken in my judgments. lhowHetb. She ain't noborty's fool. And If the likes vou, you ought to be slid of It. If she's willln' to come to jiof cabin. I'm willin' that bbc should p there no natter who don't like it or nhy. She can look nfter hcrMlf re, better thnn I enn look nfter her." Siee'jlied. And then with f-omo nect"" ol fplrlt. "You'ie different from most ol tie folks around line, but I don't fte nothln' wrons with u If vou Kjrjou want to help Beth, I'm willln' to believe oti. But If I thought you meant her snv harm " She broka off and Ftnred nt htm with rirmlld ejes under brows meant to be KYfre. fejJlersen." snid Peter gcntlv. WiA. I don't wnnt to. Beth don't trie op SiVltli everv Tom, Dick nnd Jiurr. And If she likes ou. I reckon le knows what she's about." "I want to help her to make some tllnr. of herself." said Peter calmly. ind I know I can. Beth Is a very nuual ulrl." "Don't you nippo-e I know thnt? She hrais was. She nln't the snine ns the wit of us down here. She nlwoys 1 inted to learn. Bven now w hen she's tlrough school, flic's always readln' iImjs." "That's It. She ought to complete t education. Thnt's what I mean. I nt to help her to be a great singer. ran ao it if you'll let me." WnfrA'fl hn ,nnnat i,Am1nt HAMI, , , V. v .vvj VUllltU UUUlf "Shed Mrs. Hergen. "Xo need to bother about that, yet. i can give her a beeinnlne. if von nn. IPtore. After tbnt " I'etcr paused cKDt 8nd thC"' "Wo'U SCe'" he ... was somewlint umaed nt the ffl.t0 "hich 1,is sub-conscloiw wouiht was (.amine him. fnr m0 T.J 1.or(15 co,ll,1 infpr nothing lehs nin nla undertnklnir ,it m ,. ISSS,ttnH?"J,,e,,?n 0f tllC BlrI'8 "' orlMrt". J hoiJs,el",t,Per'H excnnmtlon ttning.8 hlw ,0 " "cognition of lou menn that jou- !non r Ul "'m wS!i.h'.Slld b,.n.?dl.5: aV,"c "I H(ta. ---' uu, .iia, jjcr- t. Mj land!' and!" ' IcolThhV,'f ?ne of tho roasons why I've Uckly ..V0'01' dav" he went on wit v i wnnt tn hcl I?eth nnd I nick ?ouSgeolr":,.,;i0Kll for " nt ,nck J..i- .l0USC 1 P been flrnwn mnn r .".'L " r! McOuire'H affnin than over she her the exclaimed, though In echo, And "My "pected to k - .iin limit TA nv.l It 1 . Ttatmnv-u "'"" ' ve icarnei a ;.. l?an,hln? that aren't onv bind. And one of the thini? F.'a of mln 'farne,! Is thnt nd n.th". i. ' ' V"1 mlr P'we f mind l thin,, .'"".:". ftre tnreatened by en ii -- "- Wa.1 re lianncniuir nrmmii - Tk. L KVaST I"'1 riRC'.' aml Rtood h her JKLV the dreMcr. immediately he, went on firmly, ..!?' guard "ilM Tl-1- u, --.' ".ritcn. ncre's no Uw ,.e ;.. s" 'I. "" '.'""'V- "cu becanB i," i ' e lo evauc this iw.r?iffi.,J"l"!r I k"w more the roo t e i ' ' m tr-ll"K to get th'. V" i ,,d "", 'he other nlcht thnt hit BtrT"csi.;va invohed when Pcrch--B ' lu," l the kitchen l?n?tttk0me Wi'1,, tlle womnn- "V... . ,ne" I U te OII nntlil..' " ,aen donrin.i8 ."""'-mtslde tiie '7 .?,00F in the dark." ) inu;..i -.r.''a with him -" -w .111 Uon't uik me, Mr. Nichols. IlmlutnlL1!,;"6,",' ,,e PnId W hoir--L" g httu,kcd wth Mm W liraUrm'1 U,llh llim!" H0 ...,. ?'?' And then. t,ini WM Is h7 L t0 .0,,.?- What did "!; so P.0t"inf, J"0" Uturbed and 1i hir -if ,!l?r brou8l't a chair nnd "Nn TV . " " "0:. IW'g not enmln- ..-,. . . 111 or mors ,- "" not for i.WBSh'Wfta? ab'out bin, 'V Anrf Ti.: "? .Aou'.y? got to hcln f th8 m,n "'"'y. "Mrs. Bergen, &.plttlB.i.,'M..Ah?. 1'ousekeeper 'Iffl't you 'u ii r,w' ''ands. 7r;ter tiked JUBl WOat 1,n l ,cwed. Mr. NlchoU," ,h, i Pii lol lud i grooneu. -xne wnoie tiling too much for me knowln how scared Mr. McGuIro Js, ioo. I can't under stand. I can't even think no more." "Let me do your thinking for you. Toll me what happened tho other night, Mrs. Bergen," The woman raised a pallid face, her colorless eyes blinking up at blm be seechingly. "Tell me," bo whispered, "It can do no posslblo harm." Sho glunccd pitifully nt him onco more nnd then haltingly told her story. "I I wns aittln' in tho kitchen there, tho night of the supper party by the door rcstin' and trjln' to get cool when when a knock come on the door Jamb outside. It sounded queer tho door bcin' open an' my nerves bcln' shook sorter with the goln's on here. But I went to the door an' leaned out. There was a man standin' in tho shodow " Mrs. Bergen paused in a renewed difficulty of breathing. "And then ?" Peter urged. "He he leaned forward toward me nn spoke rough-like. 'You're the cook, ain't you?' he sajs. I was that (.cared I I couldn't say nothin. An' he went on. 'You tell McOuire to meet me at the end of the lawn tomorrow night.' " "Anil what did you sny?" "Nothin'. I couldn't." "What else did ho tell jou?" Mrs. Bergen bent her head, but went on with an effort. '.'He says, 'Tell McOuire Ben Ben Cameron's come back.' " "I sec. And you were more fright ened thun ever?" "Yes. More frightened terrible. I didn't know what to do. I mumbled somethln'. Then you na' Beth come In " "And was it Ben Cameron that you aw?" . The poor creature raised her gaze to Peter's again. "B-Ben Cameron? Who else could it V been? An' I thought he was dead, Mr. Nichols years ago." "You didn't ricosniio him, then?" "I I don't know. It wn nil so sudden like sccin' a corpse spcukln' that name." "He wore a short beard?" "Yes. But Ben Cameron wns smooth shaved." "Did Ben Cameron hnvc any distin guishing mark anything you could re member him by?" "Ych. Ben Cameron's little finger of his left bund wnH mlssin . But, of course. Mr. Nichols. I couldn't sec nothin' in the dark." "No, of course." said Peter with a gasp of relief. "But his voice ?" "It won gruff hoarse whispcrin' like." "Wns the Ben Cameron you knew, our brother-ln-lnw was he tnll?" She hpsitntcd, her brows puckering. "Thnt's what bothered me some. Bcth's father wasn't over tall " "I sec," Peter broke In engerl, "and this man wns tall about my size with a hook nee black eyes nnd " "Oh. I I (ouldn't &ce bis fnee." she muttered liclplcbslj. "The night wn loo dark." "But jou wouldn't swear it wns Ben Cameron?" She looked up nt him in n new be wilderment. "But who eWe could it 'n' been sa)in' that unme givln' that message?" Peter rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Queer, isn't It? I don't wonder that you were alarmed especially for Beth, knowing tho kind of man lie was." "It's tfirlblc, Mr. Nichols. A man like Ben Cameron never act made over. He's bad clear through. If jou onl knew " Mis. Bei gen's pa'u ejes seemed to be looking back into the past. "He meuu'i no good to Beth flint's what f lightens me. He could take her away from me. She's hN daughter " "Well don't worry," said Peter ut last. "We'll find a way to protect ou." And then. "Of tourse jou didn't take that message to Mcliuiic:" lie usked. "Why. no Mr. Nichols. I rouldn t. I'd 'a' died firbt. But what does it ull mean? Him bein' scared of Ben f'nmernn. too. I can't make it out though I've thought and thought until I couldn't think no more." She was on the point of tears now, so Peter soothed her gently. "Leave this to inc. Mrs. Bergen." And then, "You haven't suid nnj thing of this to any one'" "Not n soul I I was hopln' it might 'a been just a dream." Peter was silent for a moment, gaz ing out of the window nnd thinking deeply. "No. It wasn't a dream," he said quietly at Inst. "You saw a man by tin kitchen Joor. and ho save jou the men sage about Ben Cameron, but the man miii saw wasn't Ben Camertn, Mrs. Bergen, because, unless I'm cry min'h mistaken, Ben Cameron is dend " "How do you ?" "He didn't Ho when jou thought he did. Mrs. Bergen but later. I can't tell you how. It's only a guess. But I'm beginning to ce a light in tills nf fnir nnd I'm going to follow it until I find tho truth. Good-by. Don't worry." And Peter, with a last pnl on the woman's shoulder and .in emoui aging smile, went out of llic door mid into tho house. Engerlv Peter's innvlnation wns trj Iiiir to fill the g.ip In .Tim Coast's stoiy. and his mind, now intent upon the so lution of the injstery. groped before him up the stair. And what it tnw was the burning (iiin Desert the mine union? the rofKs '"lousy witu out cropping o me "Mike" McOuire nnd "Hawk" Kennedy, deWous In thrlr ways, pailners in u vllcconspliury But Peter's demon nor was careless when Stryker admitted him to Mc Ouire' room nnd his greeting in replv to McOuire'H was casual enough to put his employer off his guaid. After n moment's hesitation McOuire sent the Milet out and went himself and ilosed and locked the door, Peter refused his clgur, lighting one of his own ignr cttcs, nnd sank into t"he chair his host Indicated. After the first words Pet"'r knew thnt bis surmise had been correct and that his emplojer me.int to deny all share in the shouting, of the night before. "Well," began the old man, with a gin nee at the door, "what did he mij ?" Peter shook his head judicinllj. lie 1 (id already decided on the diieetioii which this conveisutlon must tuhe. "No. It won't do, Mr. McOuire," he said dimly. "What do you mean?" "Merely that bofore we talk of whnt Hawk Kennedy said to me. we'll dis cuss jour reasons for unnecessuilly put ting my life in danger " "This shooting you've spoken of " "This attempted murder!" "You're dreaming." Peter laughed at him. "You'll be telling mo In a moment that jou didn't bear the shots." And then, leaning forward so that he stared deep into his employer's ejes, "Seo here, Mr. Me Olilie, I'm not tn be trilled with. I l.now too much of your uffalrs more thnn you think I do " "He talked ?" McOuiro's poise wu slipping from him. CONTINUED MONDAY J NOW CUESTTCR 0U A ,iM P A w wv no: 7 ".a " 11 Ar- y , . -tsan m y wm i. " o ? t- TI 1 ') POIL VOUR.. f . . MB ' I WOHT B (aoo , I SOMEBODY'S STENOGOnly Collecting Evidence Copyright. 1921, by Publlo Ld(er Cornpmr JOU BUILTA PIPE UUE OOT TO THE 3 MILE Limit To Catch those rum 5muc3(3lers IH TH& ACT , WERE 3LAt TQU 00H A4TEW0 TO i flSEHE VAICKEO SToFFl '-Jh'OURSE.uP V ISaiT Ht A.lltC-r lii e? IUUJ IVLJ-" I T IK H. I i a ia v x- . 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