18 Hjflj ReadiivJ ai\d all Ike Rsivajxg j|P5 Nan gf i Music j Mountain !j *> < : :: : J! |; Br :; j; FRANK H. SPEARMAN ;; > . Author of "WHISPESINQ SMITH" ! , [ (Copjrlght b7 Ckai'aa Bui Dwrl Bonn (Continued) SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER. I—On Frontier day at Sieopy fat. Henry d Spain, gunman and train master at Medicine Bend, Is beaten at target ahootlns by Nan Morgan of Muslo Mountain. Jeffries, division superinten dent, asks De Spain to take charge of the Thief River stags line, but he refutes. i CHAPTER ll—De Spain sees Nan danc ing with Qal Morgan, la later derisively pointed out to Nan on the street by Qale, ft rOts moved to chance hla mind and ac cept the stage line job. CHAPTER lll—be Spain and Lefever ride to Calabasas inn and there meet Qale Morgan with Deaf Sanduaky and Saaaoon, gunmen and retainers of the Morgan clan. Morgan demands the dis charge of a stage driver and De Spain re fuses. De Spain meeta Nan but falls to overcome her aversion to him. IV—Sasaoon knifes Elpaao, r stage driver, atid escapes to Morgan'a rap. the stronghold of the Morgana, De cE2 I k. L Sl®V er . a,,(l Bcott ln ftftor htm, "na De Spain brlr.ffs out Sasson alone. | He tried again: "Where are you, pShike?" he growled. "What's this stuff km the floor?" he continued, shuffling pis way ostentatiously to the other teide of the room. He felt his way to- Kvard the Inner door. This was where pe expected to find it, and it was blosed. He laid a hand gingerly on the latch. "Where are you, Shlke?" he Demanded again, tills time with an im patient expletive summoned for the rccasion. A second fearful snore an pwered him. De Spain, relieved, al piost laughed as he pushed the door (open, though not sure whether a curse |pr a shot would greet him. He got And a welcome surprise in the dim light camo through a stuffy pane of glass at one end of the room. It revealed at the other end a man wtretched asleep on a wall bunk—a pan that would, in nil likelihood, have peard the stealthlest sound had any ef fort been made to conceal it, but to [whose ears the rough voice* of a tnountaln cabin are mere sleeping po pons. The sleeper woke to feel a hand laid lightly on his shoulder. The Instinct jcf self-preservation acted like a flash, pis eyes opened and his hands struck (out like cat's p®ws to the right and left: no knife and no revolver met [them. Instead, in the semldarkness a strange face bent over him. His fists *hot out together, only to be caught In a vise that broke his arms in two at ithe elbows, and forced them back A TREATMENT = FOR NERVES Woman Tells How Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound Helped Her. West Danby, N. Y. —"I have had Dervous trouble all my life until I took B Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound for nerves and for female trou bles and it straight ened me out in good shape. 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[ The Scribb Family—They Live Right —By Sullivan > ; \\ I ~f IW w OUT I " ( NOW .1 WONDER • I {gfrs ro DUNCANNON c{ INHERE MY SATCHEL, f I =" 1 WHS S W '' :j SILK m AN ABP \) CH 5r ■— W) > = \ sftSi I -I ' against his throai. A knee, like an anvil, pushed Inexorably into his stom ach and heart and lungs. Another lay across his right arm, and his strug gling left arm he could not, though his eyes burst with the strain from tlfelr sockets, relense from where, caglelike claws gripped at his throat and shut off his breath. He lay still. "Are you awake, Shlke V Bassoon heard from the gloom above him. But be could not place the voice. "You seem to move around a good deal In your sleep. If you're awake, keep still. I've come from Sleepy Cat to get you. Don't mind looking for your gun and knife. Two men are with me. You can have your choice. We've got a horse for you. You enn ride away from us here inside the gap, and take what hits you In the back, or you can go to Sleepy Cat with us and stand your trial. I'll read yonr warrant when the sun gets a little higher. Get up and choose quick." Sassoon could not see who had sub dued him, nor did he take long to de cide what to do. With less trouble than he expected, the captor got his man sullenly on horseback, aud gave htm severely plain directions as to what to do. Sassoon, neither bound nor gagged, was told to ride his horse down the gap closely ahead of De Spain and neither to speak nor turn his head no matter what happened right or left. In the growing light the two men trotted smartly a mile down the trail without encountering a sign of life. When they approached the Morgan ranch-house De Spain rode close to his prisoner, told him what would happen If he made a noise, and even held him back in his pace as they trotted together past the gap strong hold. When they left the house behind and the turn in the road put them out of range of its windows, he closed up the distance between himself and Sas soon, riding close in to his side, and looked back for a fraction of a second. When he looked ahead again he saw confronting him, not a hundred yards away, a motionless horseman. CHAPTER V. Heels for It With a sudden, low command to Sas soon to check his horse, De Spain pressed the muzzle of his gun to his prisoner's side. "You've got one chance yet Shlke, to ride out of here alive," he said composedly. "You know I am a rustler—cousin of John Ilebstock's. My name Is 'French'; I belong in Wll-. llams cache. I rode In last night from Thief river, and yon are riding out with me to start me on to the Sleepy Cat trail. If you can remember that much—" De Spain stopped half-way through his sentence. The figure revealed in the half-light puzzled him at first. Then It confused and startled him, Ha saw it was not a man at all, but a woman— and a woman than whom he would rather have seen six men. It was Nan Morgan, With her head never more decisively set uqder her mannish hat, her waist never more attractively outlined In slenderness, she silently faced De Spain In the morning gray, His face reflected his chagrined perplexity, He could already soo Nan's eyes, Thej were bent keenly first on him, then on his cofnpanlen, and again on him, De Spain kapt his face down ns much as he darea, ana nis nat nan t>een pulled well over it from the beginning. They were now almost abreast. The very instinctive knowledge that her eyes were bent on his made him steal a glance at her In spite of himself. The next Instant he was shamefacedly touching his hat. Though nothing was lost on her, Nan professed not to see the greeting. When she spoke her tone was dry with suspicion. "Walt a moment, Sassoon. Where are you going?" she demanded. Sas soon hitched with one hand at his He Saw It Was Not a Man at All, but a Woman, trousers band. He inclined his head sulkily toward his companion. "Start ing a man on the trail for Sleepy Cat." "Stop," she exclaimed sharply, for De Spain, pushing his own horse ahead, had managed without being observed, to kick Bassoon's horse in the flank, and the two were passing. Sassoon at the resolute summons stopped. De Spain could do no less; both men, halting, faced their suspicious Inquisi tor. She scrutinized De Spain keenly. "What is this man doing In the gap?'' "He came up from Thief river last night," answered Sassoon monoton ously. "What Is he doing here with you?" persisted Nan. "He's a cousin of John Rebstock'f from Williams Cache." continued Sas soon. The yarn would have sounded decently well In the circumstances foi which it was intended, hut In th< .searching gaze of the eves now con fronting and clearly recoglazlng him it sounded so grotesque that De Spe'.n would fully as lief have been sitting between his horse's legs as astride his back. "That's not true, Sassoon," said his relentless questioner. Her tone and the expression of her face boded no friendliness for either of the two Bhe had Intercepted. De Spain had recovered his wits. "You're right," he Interposed without an Instant's hesitation. "It isn't true. But that's not his fuult; he Is under arrest, and Is telling you what I told him to tell you. I came In here this morning to take Sassoou to Sleepy Cat He Is a prisoner, wanted for cutting up one of our stage-""' (To Bo COD^nuadt THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By Hazel Dale "Do you know, Janet,", said Karen, looking up suddenly from the book she was poring over, "X don't trust Dick Armstrong." Janet had been working steadily for two hours over her department work and she now raised her head and pushed back her things with a sigh of relief. "There, that can wait," she said decidedly. "Why don't you trust Dick, dear? I have been going to ask you ever since thefother night about him and it has slipped my mind every time." Janet had stretched and had begun to walk a few times around the stu dio. "Shall we have some tea?" she suggested quickly. "Just wait a min ute' and I'll ask Liza to fix some." Janet disappeared and returned in a few minutes, to throw herself lazily down upon the davenport, where she relaxed. Karen came over and looked down at her. There was a decided differ ence between the two girls Janet with her rumpled tawny hair and lier half-closed gray-blue eyes, her slim relaxed figure, and the figure just as slim that stood straight and uncom promising before her. Karen's eyes were wide open and almost malev olent. "I tell you I don't trust him," she repeated slowly. And there was such an undercurrent of meaning in her words that Janet sat upright and drew the girl down beside her. "Tell me all Hbout it," she said quickly. "That's it. there's nothing to tell. You don't believe in intuition, do you, Janet? A sixth sense of something of that sort?" "Certainly I do. I think it is very strangly marked in some people, par ticularly in those with temperament." "Then you won't laugh when I tell you that Dick Armstrong has made me uncomfortable from the first night I met him. I know that he is go ing to hurt me some time. Isn't that foolish?" Karen laughed as she spoke, but Janet did not even smile. She re membered with a start tho look In Dick's eyes the other night, when i oik muiner Hnas laeai liold Treatment For Her Little Boy Nothing- to ßu s b w j t Uo (^- You Juat , 1 :!!^ 1 ■", ■i ii i !i !'i!h i ';! l i 'ii;i;!N;': 11 ;: i' 1 : 1 Mothers everywhere will be Inter- I 1 ested in the experience of Mrs. Chas. 11 I. Smith, 623 West Gas Alley, York, I I m Pa. Mrs. Smith tried the Southern I I remedy— Vlck's Vapoßub Salve, when |j ] it was first introduced in York, and I! i "Our little four year old boy had \ j a cougi* for about a week. We gave I I - him everything we knew, and noth- I J ing seemed tt do any good. So I! I /m(m>f/)y,^V^H\'JpL when we got Vlck's Vapoßub I I! I rubbed it on his chest well for two I 1 I nights and I hare nbt heard him hPf- ; Mf/, cough since. I think It is the best ! 'ppij^llilW medicine I have ever had in the 11 I/Mr RALPH I. SMITH house." I I 4| <4 YEARS OLD) Vlck's Vapoßub comes in salve 1111111 Illlllllllllillil form, and when applied to the body breath, opening the air passages and heat, the ingredients loosening the phlegm. It's a real ® re Pleased In vapor "Bodyguard In the home" against all f or ™- These vapors are forms of cold troubles. 25c, 50c. or d 'with each SI.OO. At all druggists. in VOUR hom^N JKICKS SALVE Karen had refused to pose for him. Of course it was all very foolish and she ought not to allow Karen to think about it, and after all what could Dick do? But there was some thing about the way that Karen spoke that convinced Janet almost against her will. "We're both getting morbid," she laughed, "and what you need is a good walk. Here we are, both of us, sitting indoors Saturday afternoon. X think I'll take you out shopping. You can help me buy a hat." Karen responded quickly to Janet's gayety; it was as if she wanted to be persuaded that this presentiment was all imaginary, and as the two scrambled for outside things the girl was almost gay. Janet kept up a running fire of comment on what news Jarvis would bring from Miss Alden. Jarvis had gone to see Miss Alden's new play. "Rapid Action," and was to make hasty crayon sketches of her gowns which he could later elaborate, and he had promised Karen to have some news for her when he returned. Janet was pulling on her close little velvet hat and Karen was loosening some wavey hair under the shabby tan o'shanter when there was a click of the key in the latch, a sudden bang, and Jarvis was home. Both girls rushed into the studio and nounced upon him. "What news have you, boy?" from Janet. Karen said nothing, but her great smouldering eyes almost burned into Jarvis. "The best of news," he said quick ly. "Miss Alden is coming for a sit ting to-morrow. Karen, and of course you are to be here to meet her. I think 1 can use you for a figure so that Miss Alden will not need to come so often. You don't look unlike, you two, only you're better looking," (grinning at Karen.) There was nothing now about the girl's countenance that did not be speak radiance. She hardly looked like the same girl. Janet felt happy once more, but she longed to speak to Jarvis about Dick. Karen simply must not be annoyed. "And th® sketches, boy," sh ques tioned eagerly, "how were they, all righth?" "Pretty good." said Jarvis frown ing a little, "but let me tell you It's not an easy thing to sketch from the audience. Every time I snapped on my llghth an old dowager glowered at me from the right. There was a fairly decent chap on the other side of me, who was interested. We talk ed between acts. I think he's on your magazine, Janet." Janet immediately exclaimed over the coincidence and began to question Jarvis. "Oh, just a minute," he Interrupt ed, "I've forgotten something. A let ter came for you, Karen; funny thing to send it to our address, wasn't it? Must be from someone who knows us. Here it is. Why, what do you know about this? It's in Dick Arm strong's handwriting." (To be continued.) BARGAINS BARGAINS The Talk of Harrisburg ALT- WE hear these days is "How do they do it?" Our buyer Mas fortunate enough to attend one of the largest sales in New York City and bought heavy on the following lines. Read these wonderful savings and then come. 150 Men's and Young 25 Ladies' Spring Men s Suits QIIIT^ All sizes and colors. Suits, OUIIO that sold regularly up to S3O. Shepherd plaids; all sizes. This sounds ridiculous, we rca- Values up to $16.98. Your lize. 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