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. ti, inlcndtd Outcast," "The Yellow Dove,"
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begins tiik STOK
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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 -- "-
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re lianncniuir nrmmii
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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,
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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.
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