Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, February 12, 1915, Page 4

£ LINCOLN DAY BANQUETS IN MANY CITIES TONIGHT ‘Washingtop, Feb. 12.—The na- tion’s capitol today paid tribute to the great emancipator, Abraham Lin- coln, on this, the 105 anniversary of his birth. Tonight the National . Emancipation Commemmorative so- ciety will hold a big mass meeting at which the speakers will be Represen- tative Green of Massachusetts, the Rev. James ‘E. Churchman of . New Jersey and the Rev. M. W. D. Nor- man of this city. A movement will be started to get congress to make Lincoln’s birthday a national holi- i day. Springfield, 111, Feb. 12.—Mem- bers of the Illinois General assembly will be hosts tonight at the annual Lincoln banquet at the state armory. President Wilson, who was urged to attend as the principal speaker, could not leave Washington. Bishop Samuel Fallows, Senator L. Y. Sher- man, Archbishop Glennon and Guston Borglum of New York are the speak- ers. A pilgrimage to Lincoln’s tomb was a feature of the day here. New York, Feb. 12.—Governor Whitman, United States Senator J. E. Wadsworth, former Ambassador Myron T. Herrick and Congressman J. Adam Bede are to be speakers at the Republican club’s Lincoln ban- quet at the Waldorf tonight. Demonstration at Miller’s. The Heinz line of products will be demonstrated at Henry ‘Miller’s store on Beltrami avenue, Saturday after- noon and evening. Mr. Miller ex- tends a cordial invitation to all in terested. The Heinz products” are well known in this vicinity amd the work of displaying them will be in the hands of an expert demonstrator. —Adv. WHEAT MARKET HISTORY TALE OF JOY AND SORROW (Continued rrom Page 1.) either by demand or speculation forced wheat to $1.61. Three years prior to that Sept. wheat was corner- ed. No one now in the Chicago trade remembers just who did it, but records show that this corner sent wheat to $2.47 per bushel. The most noted corners of the last 30 years were those engineered by E. J. Harper, B. P. Hutchinson, “Joe” Leiter and James A. Patten. Harper’s corner in 1887 took wheat to $1.16, when the corner collapse¢ and sent banks and speculators tot- tering. “Old Huteh,” now dead, one of the most spectacular of the old time traders, engineered his corner in 1888. It sent wheat to $2 a bushel. There was no serious attempt after that to corner wheat until 1898 when “Joe” Leiter tried. He put May up te $1.85, made millions, and then tried to switch his corner to June and thereby lost a sum that he him- self testified-a few weeks ago totalled $11,000,000. His father’s estate, that of Levi Leiter, merchant prince, came to his aid and in later years Leiter recouped all his losses—but not in the grain pit. The latest corner in 1909 was en- gineered by James A. Patten, Chicage ADDITIONAL WANT ADS TO0 LATE TG CLASSIFY FOR RENT—Furnished room. 1009 Bemidji Ave. FOR SALE—Rubber stamps. The Pioneer will procure any kind of rubber stamp for you on short mo- tice. 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Pattens‘ friends say that his winnings in the wheat pit now go to charity. Tead the Pioneer want a there when there is a “hen.on” in the z mere matter of a few hundred thou-|" Notioe, to Roe & Markusen should call at my office.at once and make settlement. - E.M. SATHRE, et ‘ Trustee. MORTGAGE FOBECLOSURE BALE | Notice is hereby given, that default has: occurred’ in the: conditions of that certain mortgage duly executed 'and de- livered by Bertha Marie Kjorsvik (nee Benson) and- H. E.-Kjorsvik, her hus- band, mortgagors, to Bagley Building and Loan Association, a_ corporation, By special arrangement for this paper COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY J CHAPTER 111 The Runaway Car. NY a man writes down on pa- | * per the things he cannot ar- ticulate. Thomas Gallon, dreaming of two women, taci- turn and silent as he was, wrote down the thoughts which he could not ex- press in speech. Hisidiary, well thumb- ed, held the history of many a lonely. night, but of all these'nights there was | one that stood out in bis mind. It was the darkness inclosing a wom- an on a bed. He still heard her whis- | pered cry, “You speak of God, Tom. but 1 bhave no religion but mother- hood.” Before his closed eyes came the ! vision of a lamp lit, then almost an ap-'| parition—the face of his daughter. One life had fled, possibly appalied by the horrors of a world that recks not of our ; poor humanity. Yet there was in the dead woman’s arms .a child, gro- tesquely asleep, as if unawakened to the sorrows this mother had known. “Ruth!” be cried. There was no an- swer from the still woman in the dark- ness, but thus he had christened his only child. It seemed to him as if that echo stilt reverberated - from the moon washed, bills which marked the site of “The Master Key.” “1 am getting old.” he thought as he- | turned the pages of the diary as if un- consciously counting the years since a: woman had leaned over his shoulder. “Ruth!” he murmured again. The problem before him .was no. longer dim and vague. as it had been in the days of bis prime, but absolutely distinct and clear—what: was to become of Ruth when he died? \With his train- ed business intelligences he set himself to solve this question. p He reviewed in his/mind all the men and women he had known. It was & strange procession. They marched be- fore his sharpened: vision, old partners, fresh young girls. mature women, men with check books in their hands, men dying of thirst on the desert—and Wil kerson. He sterndy put outof his mind the thought ot his former partner—the man—was he.dead? If he had not died that night In the gulch, if he were still alive, knowing the secretiof “The Mas- ter Key.” who-would save Ruth from his vengeance? - . Then there rose before/his mind the straight, strong, almost austere figure of his mining -engineer, John Dorr— youthful, of coutse, but he had proved | himself wholly : competent in almost every task that/had been given him. The old man thought more deeply. He recalled his own former years. He THE MASTER KEY By John Fleming Wilson installments of *‘The;Master Key" may now be seen at the leading mov- ing picture theaters. ' By arrangement made with the Universal Film Manufacturing company it is not only possible to ward to see moving pictures of our story. o photo-drama corresponding to the ° this paper, but also after. OHN FLEMING WILSON Ing stockbrokers usually have ' infor- mation as to all these engineers.” The slender man with the shrewd face seated opposite her dropped his eyes. “To tell you the truth, Mrs. Dar- aell, I never liked John Dor: “Neither does Harry,” she put in Qquickly. . The stockbroker looked at his plate a moment and then pulled out his memorandum book. *Listen, Jean,” he said in a tone she recognized as utter- ly businesslike. “Shall I“buy ‘Master Key" stock?" “There is a girl back there”— she went on intensely. Crane looked up swiftly. He canght a glint of the jealousy in the woman’s eyes. For his own purpose she was most useful, so he snapped the rubber ‘band around his memorandum book, put it back in his pocket and said with finality, *Jean, I'll buy ‘Master Key’ stock at any price!” TR e I Mastering the cry which' had come to him from Thomas Gallon’s bunga- towrand realizing that in it was-a tone eave it to me.” hethad never heard before, John Dorr strode down the hill. As he crossed the gulch he saw the door of the bungalow open, and Luth appeared, “I thought I heard your father call,” be said awkwardly, - “He was calling youy' she answered quietly, “but he went over toward the dump. | think he'wants you there.” membered her 'shy appeal that he would do the best he could for “The Master Key.” * “I think we had better go into the mine; we can talk there.” he said. “They are setting off a blast.” Gallon remarked.: - Dorr looked up at the car roaring | past: them overhead and said suddenly: “Before anything else you ought to fix that frestle. . Some day a car will go over on the dump.” : s | :Gallon looked up and then.glanced at Porr. “1 guess yow're right, John; I've thought of ‘that uryself, Things have kind of gone at loose ends. -Now I'll see 'to it myself with your help, be- [cause I have something to say to you.” “There tomes Ruth with a basket of lunch,” gald'Dorr. “Ob, yes.--When I am away from the house she often picnics with me here’in the mine. -Say, I'm going up on the trestle. Have another talk with Tubbs. 'He is all right, ‘but he has got careless. Tell him to keep up the slack of his cable. I tell you. Jobn, I have wanted to talk to you for a long time, but first I'm going to look after that. cable, because 1 can 8ee you are right and we might have a bad aceldent.” As the old man started into the mine, putting one foot after the other with- that -carelegsness characteristic of men becoming decrepit, 4 man ran out of the mouth of-the mine waving his arms. Almost instantly following him came a puff of gray-blue smoke, ‘which soared upward and spread out as if it were the blossom of a cloud warmed into full bloom by the hot sunlight pouring down into the val- ley. Ruth let fall the lunch basket and stared upward at that dark, murky hole in the .hill. ‘Was John there? Was her father there? She knew that that bulky cloud blooming into the - heavens. meant death beneath the ground. Unwittingly she cried “John!” Then she remembered her filial duty, and her next word, whis- pered toward that billowing, eddying mass of vapor was “Father!” Thus do maidens confess to God the secrets of their heart, but let us see how they conceal from men these same sacred mysteries. Ruth hastened her pace toward the entrance of the mine. The shale gave way under r little feet, but she struggled upward untll she reached the trestle. Having lived all her life in a mining camp, there was no ter- ror for her .in anything but falling rock. That effusion of smoke float- ing over the. hillside seemed to speak of disaster. She knew the peril of a premature. explosion, and she also knew every: working of “The Master Key.” And ggjin she wondered wheth- er it was John Dorr or her father or both who were stifiing for air within that dark tunnel. She did not see John Dorr talking to the engineer below her, nor did she see the miner who had just left the mine and was scrambling down the ladder. Her thought was that during this noon hour, when both shifts were off duty, her father had gone In and accidentally set off a blast. What blasting was dome In “The Master Key” usually took place during the nooning, but ow- ing to carelessness it was sometimes | the case that all the blasts were not | set off. She had seen men belched out of that dark hole before furious gusts of gas. And yet why was the ore car inside? That, too, spelled disaster. She dropped the lunch basket and himself bad broken @own the iron bar- riers of a cold world for the sake of a woman. whose image Ruth was.- He bad seen in;John Dorr’s eyes the grow- ing ‘flame ‘of love. Long experience had taught the old man that there is 0o passion so dependable in this world aslove. Jobn Dorrloved Ruth. It needed no monetary bondito assure his fidelity to her interests, .and with the sudden, swift, alert step of & man who had made his final decision he went out on the porch andrcalled, “John, John!” Within the imterior of the little house Ruth laid ber little hand on John Dorr’s brawny arm. *“John,” she aaid, the swift color risingn her cheeks, 1 don’t want to say anything to make trouble, but father is worried. He trusts you; but, you know,.se haven't recovered the lost vein.” John looked her straight inithe eye. “Leave it to me.” Her appealing hands crept up his arms, and for one moment she al- lowed him to read her soul. She made a potent plea, directed by:the instinet of a woman who is loved. “John, look pulled out the pocket electric light which she always carried. It burned only a tiny hole in the billowing smoke. She rushed blindly in, trusting to her long familiarity with the tunnel to find her father. g Thus it was that father and daughter passed each other In the darkness; Gallon grimly but silently cursing-the awkwardness of his men, Ruth tying to choke out the names of the two men she loved. Suddenly she came’into the free dir. The little beam of her lamp down the hill ‘the engineer of Thomas Gallon’s ‘mine had abandoned his blue- prints.to ‘study the letters on a little pennant - which represented his first victory, a touchdown on the football fleld Avithin the last ten seconds of play.’ He knew better than any one that' bis mission to Valle Vista was futfle. Using every resource at his command, he could find no paying ore, and yet—there was the pennant, the emblem of victory hard fought and bard won. Should he give up now? He heard:a clear, stern call from up the hill—“John, John!" “I'll win out yet for Ruth’s sake,” be sald as he.answered that imperious ery. i Other ears .heard that call. and as John hastene@l down the hill he saw Ruth’s figure by the side of the bunga- low, and as'if: by the opening of & shutter he.once more saw the lights .of Brondway. and a table spread with Itnen,’ two people sitting there—his evil geniuses. In this complex and highly organized civilization of+ours no man can be as sured that at mny moment some other man possibly: thousands of miles dis-§ tant is not planning an uct whose por-, tent would never occur to him At a tablein-a New York restaurant 2 man and Woman were sitting with the words “Gallon,” “Dorr” and “Wil- on’thefr lips. 4 “Harry Witkerson has found Tom Gallon,” she sald quletly. “1 wonder what will happen?” Her companion laughed. “Gallon?: I , bad a college mate named ‘Dorr.” who i Is working for a man named ‘Gallon} ! spmewhere out in the mines.” The woman's dark eyes lit up, and she seemed more strikingly handsome A8 she allowed ber sudden passion to .flood her somber face with celor. ~ here is money in.that mine, George Crane!” she sald. “But this man Dorr ~ What sort of ehap 18 he? Yeu A ’| say to-you.” - 5 after him. He is doing it!for me." Dorr hesitated a moment. It was the first thing Ruth had ever asked him. He felt that he ought to re spond to this appeal in some most con- vincing way, but he could formulate no phrase that would express at once his determmation to do everything in his power to help her father and his gratitude that she had taken him-into het confidence, 50 he merely smiled. waved his band and went down the hill toward the dump beneath the head end of the spraddling trestle. She called him back. “I forgot it ‘was lunchtime,” she said shyly. “I must get down to your father,” he sald rather brusquely. “Then I'll bring you both down your lunches to the mine,” she said, *“We can have n little picnic all by our selves. As he went up toward the end of the trestle Dorr observed that the engineer Tunning the donkey engine seemed hardly to know his business. t “My dear fellow,” he said quietly *‘you're allowing too much slack on your cable. It is dangerous. Those ore cars are coming down that trestle too fast. If their brakes give way it means disaster!” “What's the trouble?” said Gallon. coming up, with a piece of ore in his hand. 7 he did not keep up the slack on his cable .on those cars he would whip them over the end of the trestle,” said John, 5 3 He turned: toward the old man and sald in a different voice: “You called me. - What is it that you want?" ‘Look at.this. John,” said the older man, handing out the plece of ore— “dirt, not gold bearing quartz. | want to talk to you; I've got something to Involuntarily John: looked down the street. He saw Ruth coming, swinging R -hee. “1 was just telling Bill Tubbs that it | Ruth Hastened Toward the Entrance of the Mine. showed her nothing but an ore car and the tools dropped by the last shift ‘when they had quit for dinner. “Father!” she cried, peering into the “Johml” . = She stepped on Into the shadow and called again, Her foot slipped on the rough floor-of. the tunnel, and as she tried to save herself her lamp fell. A moment later ghe saw a trickle of fire running along toward the heading. It was a fuse leadiug to a blast that had not yet been shot. With all light gone except that blue fileker; penned in as he was by the ore car. standing there with set brakes, what hope had she? | How long: would it e before that-lit- tle gust of Aame reached the powder? * £ 5 g N0 4 o Anyone knowing himself indebted e’ ly re- ‘cored in "the office of the Register of Deeds in.and for Beltrami County, Min- nesota, on the 6th day of Junme , 1911, at two o'clock P. M. in Book of Mortgages, on page 526 thereof. nd, whereas, the sald mortgagee and holder of said mortgage has elected and does hereby- elect under the conditions of said mortgage to declare the whole : principal sum of said mortgage due and payable at the date of this notice; and, whereas, there is due and claimed to be due on said mortgage at the date of this notice the sum of Two Thousand. Dol- lars, and, whereas, the power of sale has "become operative and no action or proceedings at law or otherwise has Deen instituted to-recover the debti se- day [cured- by said mortgage or any part thereof. - ~ Now, therefore; notice is hereby given, that by virtue of the power of sale con- \tained in said miortgage, and pursuant to the statute in such case made and provided, the said mortgage Wil be fore- closed by a sale of the premises situate in_the County of Beltrami and State. of Minnesota, and described in’ and con- veyed by sdid mortgage as follows, to- wit: Lots One (1), Two (2) and Three (3) of Blocn Six (6), Original Townsite of Bemidji,, according o the:plat. there- of on file and of record in the office of Degds in and for said ith” the heredita- ces: whicl the Register Beltrami_ County,. ments and _appur County, Minnesota, at the east front dgor of the Court House.in: the City. of Be- sale [ WM. will be made by_the sheriff of Beltrami|* , in said County and Stath, oh the day of March, 1915, at 'l‘wz O’clbck . M. of said day, at public vendue to the highest bidder for cash. to pay said debt, and taxes in the sum of Three Hun. dred ninety-three and 89-100 Dollars ana iriterest thereon at the rate bf ten per cent per annum since the 21st day of July, 1914, ind seventy-five dollars, attorney's fees, ind the disbursements allowed by law. subject to redemption at any time with- in one year from.the,day of said sale, as provided by law. - Dated Feb. 3,°1915. BAGLEY BUILDING AND LOAN "ASSOCTATION, . A. McGLENNON, Aftorney for Mortgagee, Bagley, Minnesota. 6td 25-312 ‘midjj, 27th Mortgagee. Thomas Gallon was old fashioned in many ways. Instead of using 60 per cent dynamite everywhere and deto- nating it by electricity, he still insisted on using old fashioned powder and tamping it with a fuse, a sign of his obstinacy. She climbed into the ore car and tried to unsét the brakes. It was her only hope. Then she realized that the cable was still attached. . She climbed down by the light of the now flaming fuse and unhooked the heavy shackle. A moment later she was again in the car with her little hands firmly on the lever.: With strength bred of despera. tion she managed to release it. ~ ‘The heavy car slowly creaked away down the dark tunnel. Then it came “The Master Key” Mine. over Ruth that she was not strong | enough to stop its momentum on the long trestle that led to the dump. She | was fleeing death by fire and gas and | rock only to be hurled headlong over the lofty end of ‘the track.. A vision rose before her of being fung through the bright California air right. at her father’s feet. Behind her sh®-heard the sputtering of the last few inches of the fuse. She crouched in the car. Just as it emerged from the tunnel’s mouth it was as if a huge hand thrust the car forward. = The boom of the ex- plosion deafened her. She stood up now in the wildly speeding car and | eried, “John, John!" CHAPTER IV. The Rescue. TER talking to the engineer, John Dorr had missed Gallon and saw him at the anchor- age of the ore cable car up the bhill, across the gulch from the trestle. “John,” sald Gallon, “I am getting old. Years ago there were two part- ners of us prospected this country, and we found free milling gold. I say ‘we,’ John, but there was a little girl— I kept the location of that mine to my- self. There was trouble, John. He suspected me”"— He turned his dim ming eyes on the stalwart young man in entreaty. “I guess you know why I tried to keep those plans to myself.” “Who is the man?” demanded the en gineer, patting the great iron ore car- rier with his hand as a man pacifies a restless animal. cry from a miner on'the trestle. “What does he want?’ demanded Gallon peevishly. John Dorr’s eyes saw the miners in the camp, wives and all, streaming out and staring upward. They had got the meaning of that cry. He thought to himself, “Where is Ruth?" It came. over him that she was bringing lunch- eon to her father and himself in the |- mine. He stared up at that dark hole smoke. Instantly he knew that she must be somewhere within that dark depth. With all the force of his lungs he bawled down to the engineer, who was staring stupidly upward; swung bim self into the bucket, pulled his signal whistle out of his pocket and blew ft turlously. The engineer seemed to listen for a moment, then kicked off his brake and blew his answering whistle. ‘ A second later the bucket was swinging down the lofty cable across the gulch. Tt was not clear in John’s mind how he could rescue Ruth. The. quickest way to get to the trestle was by the bucket: then he would have those long. long stretches of tles to traverse, and when he reached that smoke filled tun nel could he get through? He must He steadied himself and thought, his eyes fixed on the hole in the billside. The bucket was still surging a hun dred feet away from his goal when he saw the ore car emerge and in It the slender form of Ruth. No one realized better than he that her strength was not equal to setting those brakes and that she had escaped one death only to meet another. His trained eye caught sight of one chance. He yelled down to the en- gineer, “'Quick, quick, Tubbs!™ The engineer’s blank face upturned toward him séemed ‘that of a man dazed by imminent disaster, but John Dorr's -imperlous ‘will reached across and down that space. ‘The engineer pulled his throttle wide open, and as he did so John Dorr swung himself over the edge of the bucket and, hanging down by his knees right over the tres- tle, waited for the oncoming car. “Ruth!” he ecried. “Ruth, come tu tie!” He saw_her turs toward him, ba ance Lerself In- the swaying ore car and'lift up her arms. He stretched his ‘own down, and as the mass of steel up. He did not hear'the crash At that moment there came a faint | in the hillside and saw an eddy of | and ore doshed under him, caught her| upon his empty arms. followed. All he saw was.the upturned face of the girl he loved, swinging a hundred feet above death in his strong arms, safe. P S R N TR ] About 8,000 miles away a dark and splendid woman was looking critically at her maid. “Blofse,” she was saying. “I don’t like to be waked this early in the morning. I have told you often enough about this. What do you mean by disturbing me for a mere letter?" “You told me, madame, always to call.you when there was a letter in this bandwriting.” ‘The woman under the roseate cover- lets held out her jeweled hand. The maid_;gave one swift glance at fher mysterious avariclous eyes and van- Ished. As she closed the door after her the envelope, torn’into shreds, fell to the floor. Mrs. Darnell sat up alertly and quickly perused the slow, even script written on the old fashioned blue lined paper of a country hotel: Dear Cousin Jean—Since you last-heard trom me I have found Gallon. I am leav- ing today for Silent Valley. -His ‘‘Master Key” mine is only ten miles from there. Won't he be surprised to see me? I will let you know later how our scheme comes out. Goodby for now. Keep mum! As ever, HARRY. When Gallon thought be had killed Wilkerson he became infected with the ineradicable disease of dread. In his conversation with Jobn Dorr he had given first expression to his feelings. The young mining engineer on account of his youth did not fully understand that men do not speak of such things until age—loosener of tongues as well as of the chords of life—suddenly op- presses them—makes them feel help- less, brings them to a realization of what the ultimate fact of death means. He bad- barely caught the appeal in the old man’s voice when he had com- prehended Ruth’s peril. The old man, with shaking limbs, bad. watched the rescue. When he saw that his_daughter was safe he also perceived the solution of his prob- lem. Here was a quick mind needed to protect Ruth’s property. Somewhere in that hill was the richest of Califor- nia gold. Once more he sald to him- self, “John Dorr can find ‘the master key.” . Feeling himself too weak to meet the girl who was now clinging limply to her rescuer and also discerning in his own slowing pulse that his time was | short, he went down the hill, crossed the gulch without a word to the won- dering miners and entered the bunga- low. A moment later John Dorr entered with Ruth in his arms. The old man merely looked up. “Always look after her, John,” he said slowly, “and if Wil kerson comes back”— - e Dorr looked at the old man with pity in his eyes. “She isn’t hurt,” he said, | gently putting her down on the couch. Then he straightened up. “I'll always look after her,” he promised. Gallon stared over at the white face on the couch. “Humph”— thus ex- pressing to himself his own compre- bension of the fact that there was coming such a period in his own life. He went out without a look backward. + When be returned the room was empty. He fingered the books on the table and | fell into a state of profound thought. He did not hear the door open behind | him. Ruth, freshly ‘clad and wholly recov- ered from her experience, wondered at her - father’s attitude. She stepped softly toward him. He did not turn. She went nearer. She lald her soft hands on his shoulder and then, as if the fingers of life long fear were touch- ing the very nerves of his being, Thomas Gallon slowly twisted his head by a supreme effort of -will to see the sight which of all things in the world be did not want to see—the face of his enemy. . . By the magic of the strange phantas- magoria which represents our. mental processes if we look at them carefully he did see the face of Harry Wilkerson. “A-a-a-h!” ‘he breathed. His eyes closed, compelled to by his troubled conscience, but he was recalled by a loved: and familiar voice; it was Ruth bending over him, saying, “Father, father, what is the matter?” The old man suddenly looked up, still fearful that he was to see that feared “and hated face. “Ruth!” he said, and it struck him that on her face was a look almost of terror. -He must reassure her. Dread and fear and terror do not belong fu the “Father, father, what is-the matter?” hearts of maidens.. By a tremendous effort he pulled himself together and smiled. “Why, nothing was the matter, child. 1 was only thinking.” But there was something In his tone that made Ruth draw back. -In_her in- nocence she had not learned to discern | the difference between the various rude passions that govern this world. She was still afraid. She crept out the door. Gallon et his head fall on ¢he table of his daughter as she lay unconscious : As Rutb closed the door softly be- hind her she saw a light burning in John Dorr's cabin, and there flooded over her a sense of relief that there was some one to whom she could go. Careless of maiden wmodesty, western girl as she was. obsessed by the fear of that strange scene she bad just left In the bungulow. she fled up the hill toward: that one beacon that beld out bope of life and—did she know it?— love. Once at the door she knocked hard because it seemed to her that she had been pursued up the bill by some strange and miserable demon. “John, Jobn!" she cried. The door was flung open, and he ap. peared, his bulk flling the yellow open. ing from jamb to jamb. The moment he appeared it came over her that she had done an uncon- ventional thing, set there was that de- mon of fear creeping up the hill after her, and .she turned her eyes to the kind, brate face of the engineer and beld out her slender arms and whis. pered: ‘John. 1 don't understand. Something has happened. Iam scared.” John Dorr looked down at her fair face for a moment and shut his eye- lids. Was it true that she had finally come to him? He,too, felt the presage of dread.: Way down the hill, across the gulch drenched in moonlight and shadows, it seemed to him that he saw one of those grotesque and Impossible figures, mirages of the desert night Then he took Ruth into his strong arms, ¥ Thus it is in" this world that those whose arms are empty feel the fingers of fear at their throats, and only those whose arms are filled can look boldly into the night and defy the fiends of darkness. And the wan whose arms held noth- ing, whose hands were clinched in ap agony of culminating fear, saw through the window a figure of a inan on horse- back on the crest of the hill. N R e T A tall, dark, stern man, who did not tip the porter, got off the Overland ex- press at Si'ent Valley. The little ham- let lay therg like a mirage of some man's dream. There was but one fa- miliar building in the place, and Harry Wilkerson' gazed at it and smiled. “Well," he sald audibly, “this looks like old times! Now to find Gallon!” It seems that in that clear dusk which marks the horder line between life Wilkerson Remembered That Long” Night When He Had Crept to Safety. and death we see things more clearly than at any other time, and Harry Wilkerson, as he looked over the famil- far valley, remembered that long night when almgst mortally wounded by Thomas. Gallon’s bullet he bad crept to safety. Every peak, gully and guich Wwas as plain to him as it was on that night, but this time it conveyed a dif- ferent meaning. During those long hours of agony and thirst years ago this scene had meant to him simply a bell from which he must struggle out. Now it was a _paradise he was going to regain. He had heard a great deal about Gal- lon’s mediocre success, and he did not tully understand why it was that “The Master Key"” mine did not pay better. Was it possible that his former part- ner had not been able to find that rich vein of gold afterall? He smiled again. He would find it.- Then there was that girl whose vi- vacity and beauty he had heard. so much about. 3 Z Some instinct told him that Gallon must be ever thinking of him, and with the dramatic impulse of a men :who has long nursed the hope of Litter. vengeance, he planned his reappear- ance. He would find his old partner alone, and there and then they would once more have it out. This was the reason that he had not taken the motor stage, but had come on horseback, ‘si- lently watching for his opportunity. His keen eyes scanned the scene below lhlm and easily picked out the bunga- ow.. Those whom we most want to for- get reappear at strange times. Thom- 8 Gallon saw the ghost of.the partner he had murdered on the crest of the bill above the mine they had discover- ed years ago together. How shall he sti] save for his daagh- ter Ruth the property for which he (Continued next Friday) 1