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THE DEMOCRAT-TOPIC, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 22. 1916.
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The Lone Star Ranger
A Fine Tale of the Open Country
By ZANE GREY
SYNOPSIS.
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The time of the story: about 1875. The
place: The Texas cow country. The chief
character: Buckley Pu&ne, a young man
who has Inherited a lust to kill, which he
HUp(>re.stseM. In s' lf-defense he shoots dead
a drunkon bully and Is forced to flee to
the wild country where he Joins Bland's
outlaw band. Euchre, an amiable rascal,
tells him about Jennie, a young girl who
had been abducted and sold to Bland for a
bad fat -. They determine to rescue the
idrl and restore her to civilization. Eu-
chre has Just reconnoltered. and Is re-
porting the outlook to Buck. Euchre Is
killed. Buck kills Bland and Is danger-
ously wounded by Mrs. Bland, but es-
capes with Jennie Jennie Is abducted.
Burk never sees her again, but kills her
abductor. Duane barely escapes death at
the hands of lynchers for a crime he nev-
er committed. Ho goes to see Captain
MacNelly of the Hangers, who hands him
a pardon on condition that he join the
Hangers and assist In breaking up the
outlaws. Duane accepts and goes to the
outlaw headquarters on a secret mission.
CHAPTER XV.—Continued.
But in striking contrast to this
mystery was the person, character,
and cold-blooded action of Poggin and
Knell, the chief's lieutenants. They
were familiar figures In all the towns
within two hundred miles of Brad-
ford. Knell had a record, but as gun-
man with an Incredible list of victims,
Poggin was supreme. If Poggin had
a friend no one ever heard of him.
There were n hundred stories of his
nerve, his wonderful speed with a gun,
his passion for gambling, his love of
a horse—his cold, Implacable, inhu-
man wiping out of his path any man
that crossed it.
"Cheseldlne Is a name, a terrible
name," said Colonel Webb. "Some-
times I wonder if he's rot ouly a
name. In that case whe;e does the
brains of this gang come from? No;
there must be a master craftsman
behind this border pillage; a master
capable of handling those terrors,
Poggin and Knell. Of all the thou-
sands of outlaws developed by west-
ern Texas in the last twenty years
those three nre the greatest. In
southern Texas, down between the
Pecos and the Nueces, there have been
and are still many bad men. Hut 1
doubt if any outlaw there, possibly
excepting Buck Dunne, ever equaled
Poggin. You've heard of this Duane?"
"Yes, a little," replied Duane quiet-
ly. "I'm from southern Texas. Buck
Duane, then, is not known out here?"
"Why, man, where isn't his name
known?" returned Colonel Webb.
"I've kept track of his record as 1
have all the others. Ills fame in this
country appears to hang on his mntch-
less gun-play and his enmity toward
outlaw chiefs."
"Has —Cheseldlne's gang been busy
lately?" asked Dunne.
"No. Probably all the stock that's
being shipped now was rustled long
ago. Cheseldlne works over a wide
section, too wide for news to travel
Inside of weeks. There are some
people who think Cheseldlne had
nothing to do with the bank-robberies
and train hold-ups during the last few
years in this country. But that's poor
reasoning. The jobs have been too
well done, too surely covered, to be
the work of greasers or ordinary out-
laws^
"What's your view of the outlook?
How's all this going to wind up?
Will the outlaw ever be driven out?"
asked Duape.
"Never. There will always be out-
laws along the Rio Grande. All the
armies In the world couldn't comb
the wild brakes of that fifteen hun-
dred miles of river. But the sway
of the outlaw, such as Is enjoyed by
these great leaders, will sooner or
later be past. There's talk of Vigi-
lantes, the same that were organized
In California and are now in force
In Idaho. So far it's only talk. But
the time will come. And the days of
Cheseldlne and Poggin are numbered."
CHAPTER XVI.
Next morning Duane mounted his
horse and headed for Fairdale. lie
rode leisurely, as he wanted to learn
all he could about the countny. There
were few ranches. The farther he
traveled the better grazlug he en-
countered, and, strange to note, the
fewer herds of cattle. It was just
sunset when he made out a cluster
of adobe houses that marked Sander-
son, half-way between Bradford and
Fairdale. When he drew up before
the Inn the landlord and his family
and a number of loungers greeted
him laconically.
"Beat the stage in, hey?" remarked
one.
"There she comes now," said an-
other. "Joel shore is drlvln* to-
night."
Far down the road Duane saw a
cloud of dust and horses and a lum-
bering coach. Presently It rolled up,
a large mud-bespattered and dusty
vehicle, littered with bnggnge on top
and tied on behind. A number of
passengers alighted, three of whom
excited Duane's interest. One was a
tall, dark, striking-looking man, and
the other two were ladies, wearing
long gray ulsters and veils. Duane
beard the proprietor of the Inn ad-
dress the man as Colonel Longstreth,
and as the party entered the Inn
Duane's quick ears caught a few words
which acquainted him with the fact
that Longstreth was the mayor of
Fairdale.
1 passed Inside himself to
learn thnt supper would soon bo
ready. At table he found him-
self opposite the three who had at-
tracted his attention.
"Ruth, I envy the lucky cowboys,"
Longstreth was saying.
Ruth was n curly-lieaded girl with
gray or huzel eyes. "I'm crazy to
ride bronchos," she said.
Duane gnthered thnt she was on a
visit to western Texas. The other
girl's deep voice, sweet like a bell,
made Dunne regard her closer. She
did not resemble the Colonel, who
was evidently her father. She looked
tired, quiet, even melancholy. A
finely chiseled oval face, that had
something nervous and delicate about
It which mude Dunne think of a
thoroughbred, n mouth by no menns
small, but perfectly curved, and hair
like jet proclaimed her beauty to
turned white, her eyes dilated. Both inembered his womenfolk, seemed to
girls were staring at someone behind be gentle and kind. He talked sooth-
Duane. j ingly to Miss Kuth, made light of the
iy
"Turn around!" ordered the liarslv
voice.
The big, dark stranger, the bearded
one who had whispered to his com-
rade in the bar-room and asked
Duane to drink, had him covered with
a cocked gun. He strode forward,
his eyes gleaming, pressed the gun
agnlust him, and with his other hand
dived Into his Inside pocket and tore
out his roll of bills. Then he reached
low at Duane's hip, felt his gun, and
took it. Ills comrade stood in the
door with a gun leveled ut two other
men, who stood there frightened,
speechless.
"Git a move on, Bill," called this
fellow; and he took a hasty glance
backward. A stamp of hoofs came
from outside. Of course the robbers
had horses waiting. The one called
Bill strode across the room, and with
brutal, careless haste began to prod
the two men with his weapon and to
search them. The robber in the door-
way called "Rustle!" and disappeared.
Duane wondered where the Inn-
keeper was, and Colonel Longstreth
and the other two passengers. The
bearded robber had wheeled once
more. Duane had not moved a muscle,
but stood perfectly calm with his arms
high. The robber strode back with
his bloodshot eyes fastened upon the
Duane could uot hear what It was he
said. The fellow laughed, yet some-
how he struek Duane as sullen, until
adventure, said she must learn to suddenly he espied Miss Longstreth.
have nerve out here where thlugs
happened.
"Can I be of any service?" asked
Duane, solicitously.
"Thanks; I guess there's nothing
you can do. Talk to these frightened
girls while I go see what's to be done
with that thick-skulled robber," he
replied, aud, telling the girls that
there was no more danger, he went
out.
Then his face changed, and he
moved his sombrero. Dunne went
closer.
"Floyd, did you come with the
tennis?" asked Longstreth, shnrply.
"Not me. I rode a horse, good and
hard," was the reply.
"Hump! I'll have a word to say to
you later." Then Longstreth turned
to Ills dnughter. "liny, here's the
j cousin I've told you about. You used
Miss Longstreth sat with one hnnd to piny with him ten years ago—
holding her torn wnlst In place; the Floyd Lnwson. Floyd, my daughter—
other she extended to Dunne. He
took It awkwardly, and he felt a
strauge thrill.
"You saved my life," she said, In
grave, sweet seriousness.
"No, no!" Dunne exclaimed. "He
might have struck you, hurt you, but
no more."
"Did you kill him?" asked Miss
Ruth, who lay listening.
"Oh, no. He's not badly hurt."
"I'm very glad he's nlive," said
Miss Longstreth, shuddering.
"Tell me nil about It?" asked Miss
Ruth, who was fast recovering.
and my niece, Ruth Herbert.'
Duane always scrutinized everyone
he met, and now with a dangerous
game to play, with a consciousness of
Longstreth's unusual and significant
personality, lie bent a keen and
searching glance upon this Floyd
Lawson.
lie wns under thirty, yet grny at bis
temples—dark, smooth-shaven, with
lines left by wildness, dissipation,
shadows under dark eyes, a mouth
strong and bitter, ami a square chin—
a reckless, careless, hnndsome, sinist-
er face strangely losing the hardness
Rather embarrassed, Duane briefly when he smiled. The grnce of n
told the incident from his point of
view.
"Cousin," said Miss Longstreth,
thoughtfully, "It was fortunate for us
clrls. Miss Longstreth never flinched, that tills gentleman happened to be
but the little girl appeared about to here. Papa scouts—laughs at dang-
falnt. er. He seems to think there wns no
v I dnnger. Yet he rnved after It came."
One Was a Striking-Looking Man.
Duane. When she looked at him,
drawn by his rather persistent gaze,
there was pride, fire, ami passion In
her eyes. Duane felt himself blush-
ing In confusion.
After supper the guests assembled
in a big sittingroom where an open
fireplace with blazing mesquite sticks
gave out warm and cheery glow.
Duane took a seat by a table In the
corner, and, finding a paper, began
to read. Presently when he glnnced
up he saw two dark-faced men,
strangers who had not nppenred be-
fore. They were peering In from a
doorway. When they saw Dunne had
observed them they stepped back out
of sight.
It flashed over Dunne thnt the
strangers ncted suspiciously. In Texas
In the seventies It was always bad
policy to let strangers go unheeded.
Then he went out Into a patio, and
across it to a little dingy, dim-lighted
barroom. Here he found the Inn-
keeper dispensing drinks to the two
strangers.
"Hev somethln'?" one of them ask-
ed, leering. Both looked Dunne up
and down.
"No thanks, I don't drink," Duane
replied, and returned their scrutiny
with Interest. "How's tricks in the
Big Bend?"
Both men stared. It had only taken
a close glnnce for Duune to recognize
u type of rullinu most frequently met
nlong the river. These strangers had
that stamp, and their surprise proved
he was right. Here the Innkeeper
showed signs of uneasiness, and
seconded the surprise of his custom-
ers. No more was said at the Instant,
and the two rather hurriedly went
out
"Say, boss, do you know these fel-
lows?" Dunne asked the Innkeeper.
"Nope. They nooned heali, comin'
from Bradford they said, an' trailed
In after the stage."
When Duane returned to the sitting-
room Colonel Longstreth was absent,
also several of the other passengers,
Miss Ruth sat In the chair he had
vacated, nnd across the table from
her sat Miss Longstreth. Duane went
directly to them.
"Excuse me," said Duane, address-
ing tliem. "I want to tell you there
are a couple of rough-looking men
here. I've just seen them. They
mean evil. Tell your father to be
careful. Lock your doors—bar your
windows to-night."
"Oh!" cried Ruth, very low. "Ray,
do you hear?"
! "Thank you; we'll be careful," said
Miss Longstreth, gracefully. The rich
color had faded In her cheek. "1 saw
| those men watching you from thnt
I door. They had such bright black
I eyes. Is there really danger—here?"
"I think so," was Duane's reply.
Soft swift steps behind him pre-
ceded a hnrsh voice: "llnnds upl"
No man was quicker than Duane to
| recognize the Intent in those words!
His hands shot up. Miss Ruth utter-
ed a little frightened cry and sank
i into her chair. M19B Lougstroth
"Go with us all the way to Fair-
dale—please?" asked Miss Ruth,
sweetly offering her hand. "I am
Ruth Herbert. And this is my cousin
Ray Longstreth."
"I'm traveling that way," replied !
Duane, in great confusion. lie did
not know how to meet the situation. i
Colonel Longstreth returned then, |
and after bidding Duune a good night, |
which seemed rather curt by contrast I
to the graciousness of the girls, he led !
them away.
Before going to bed Duane went
outside to take a look at the injured the
robber nnd perhaps to ask lilui a few
questions. To Dunne's surprise, he
was gone, nnd so wns his horse. The
Innkeeper was dumfounded. He said
that he left the fellow on the floor
in the barroom.
"Had he come to?" Inquired Duane.
"Sure. He asked for whisky."
"Did he say anything else?"
"Don't yap, there!" he said, low
and hard. He thrust the gun close to
Ruth. Duane had a little gun In his
pocket. The robber had misled it.
And he began to calculate chances.
"Any money, Jewelry, diamonds!"
ordered the ruffian, fiercely.
Miss Ruth collapsed. Then he
made at Miss Longstreth. She stood
with her hands at her breast. Evi-
dently the robber took this position
to mean that she hnd valuables con-
cealed tnere. But Dunne fancied she
had instinctively pressed her hands
against a throbbing heart.
"Come out with it!" he said, harsh-
ly, reaching for her.
"Don't dare touch me!" she cried,
her eyes ablaze. She did not move.
She hnd nerve. She eluded two
lunges the innn mnde nt her. Then
his rough hand caught at her waist,
and with one pull ripped It asunder,
exposing her beautiful shoulder, white
as snow.
She cried out. The prospect of be-
ing robbed or even killed had not
shaken Miss Longstreth's nerve ns
hnd this brutnl tenrlng off of hnlf
her wnlst.
The ruffian wns only turned par-
tlnlly away from Dunne. The gun wns
still held dnngerously upward close
to her. Duane watche' only that.
Then n bellow made him jerk his head.
Colonel Longstreth stood In the door-
way in a mngnifieent rnge. He hnd
no wenpon. Strange how he showed
no fear! lie bellowed something
again.
Duane's shifting glance caught the
robber's sudden movement. He seem-
ed stricken. The hand that clutched
Miss Longstreth's torn waist loosened
Its hold. The other hand with Its
cocked weapon slowly dropped till it
pointed to the floor. That was
Duane's chance.
Swift ns a flash he drew his gun
and fired. Then the robber's gun
boomed harmlessly. He fell with
blood spurting over his face. Duane
rushed out of the room, across the
patio, through the bar to the yard.
In the gloom stood a saddled horse,
probably the one belonging to the
fellow he had shot. His comrade had
escaped. Returning to the sitting-
room, Duane found a condition ap-
proaching pandemonium.
The Innkeeper was shouting to find
out what had happened. Joel, the
stage-driver, was trying to quiet the
men who had been robbed. The wo-
man, wife of one of the men, hnd
come in, nnd she hnd hysterics. The
girls were still and white. The rob-
ber Bill lay where he had fallen. Like
a caged lion Longstreth stalked and
roared. There came a quieter mo-
ment In which the Innkeeper shrilly
protested:
"Man, what're you ravin' aboot? i
Nobody's hurt, an' thet's lucky. I i
swear to God I hadn't nothin1 to do j
with them fellers!"
"I ought to kill you anyhow!" re- j
piled Longstreth. And his voice now
astounded Duane, It was so full of
power.
Upon examination Duane found j
that his bullet had furrowed the rob- |
ber's temple and hnd glnnced. lie wns I
not seriously Injured, and already J
showed signs of returning conscious- and stood paralyzed at sight and
ness. sound of the mayor of Fairdale? This
"Drag him out of here!" ordered ; Was not answerable. There might
Longstreth; and he turned to his
daughter.
Before the Innkeeper reached the
robber Duane had secured the money
and gun taken from him; and presently
gentleman clung round him, seemed
like an echo In his mellow voice.
Duane doubted not that he, like many
u young man, had drifted out to the
frontier, where rough and wild life
had wrought sternly but had not quite
effaced the mark of good family.
Colonel Longstreth apparently did
not share the pleasure of his daughter
and his niece in the advent of this
cousin. Something hinged on this
meeting. Duune grew intensely curi-
ous, but, ns the stage appeared ready
for the journey, lie hud no further op-
portunity to gratify it.
Tie didn't say," replied the other. ;
•'Sure was n strnppln' big man .
Struck me a little odd, he did. No
cattleman, him. Bow'd you «ize
him?"
"Well, like one of them cool, easy
quiet Texans who's been lookln for a ,
man for years—to kill him when he
found liltn,"
"Right you nre, Laramie; nnd. be-
tween you an' me, I hope he's lookln'
for Long—"
" 'S-sh !" Interrupted Laramie. "You
must be half dnink, to go talkln' that
way."
Thereafter they conversed In too low
a tone for Duane to hear, and presently
Laramie's visitor left. Dunne went
inside, and. making himself agreeable, i
began to ask casual questions about
Fairdale. Laramie was not communl- j
catlve.
Dunne went to his room In a
thoughtful frame of mind. There was
something wrong about the mayor of
Fairdale. The Innkeeper Laramie
would be worth cultivating. And
| lust in Duane's thoughts that (light
was Miss Longstreth. He could not
i help thinking of her—how strangely i
i the meeting with her bud affected
I him. It mude him remember that
j long-past time when girls had been
! a part of his life. He had no right
I even to dream of n beuutiful woman
j like liny Longstreth.
j Several days passed. Dunne did
not succeed in getting any closer to
Laramie, but he found the Idlers on
( the corners and In front of the stores
unsuspicious and willing to talk. It
did not take him long to find out that
Fairdale stood parallel with llunts-
vlllo for gambling, drinking, nnd fight-
ing. The street was always lined with
dusty, saddled horses, the town full
of strangers. Money appeared more
abundant than In any place Duane
had ever visited; and It was spent
with the abandon that spoke forcibly
of easy and crooked acquirement.
Duane decided that Sanderson. Brad- i
ford, and Ord were but notorious out j
posts of this Fairdale, which was a
secret center of rustlers and outlaws
And what struck Duane strangest of
all was the fact that Longstreth wa>
mayor here and held court dally. In-
KISS IN ROADWAY
CAUSES WET PLUNGE
Auto Party Swerves to Avoid
Striking Sentimental Couple
and Accident Foiiows.
Clifton, N. J The Irresistible im-
pulse of a young man and young wom-
an to kiss en eh other In the middle of
the road near here nearly cost tho
lives of five persons who were riding
nlong that highway in an automobile.
A* It was, they w«-r • hurled Into a
lake and received severe shocks after
the automobile had gone down an em
bnnkment because the driver bad
turned out of the road to avoid the
kissing couple.
The owner and operator of the au-
tomobile was Joseph Pot cany of No.
lo*> Highland avenue Clifton, an I
those with him were Stephen Wurst of
No. 10JI Highland avenue, John Hubert
T<*
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CHAPTER XVII.
Duane followed the stage through
the town, out Into the open, on to a
wide, hard-packed road showing years
of travel. It headed northwest. To
left rose a range of low, bleak
mountains he had noted yesterday,
and to the right sloped the mosquito-
patched sweep <if ridge and flat. The
driver pushed his team to a fast trot,
which gait surely covered ground
rapidly.
Early in the afternoon from a rldge-
top Duane sighted Fairdale, a green
patch In the mass of gray. For the
"Not to me. I heard him talkln' to j barrens of Texas it was indeed a fair
the father of them girls." I But he was more concerned
"You mean Colonel Longstreth?"
| with its remoteness from civilization
than its beauty. At that time, in the
"I reckon. He sure wns some riled, , ,
,. . ,, T . .... ... early seventies, when the vast western
wasn't he? Jest as If I was to blaine ■ . •
...... * *. «. * I* i hird of Texas wns ti wilderness, the
fer that two-bit of a hold-up!"
'What did you make of the old
gent's rage?" asked Duane. watching
the Innkeeper. He scratched his
head dubiously. He was sincere, and
Duane believed In his honesty.
"Wal, I'm doggoued If I know what
to make of it. But I reckon he's
either crazy or got more nerve than
most Texans."
"More nerve, maybe," Duane re-
plied. "Show me a bed now, Inn-
keeper."
Once In bed In the dark, Duane
composed himself to think over the
events of the evening. Why had
that desperate robber lowered his gun
"More Nerve, Maybe."
pioneer had done wonders to settle
there and establish places like Fair-
dale.
It needed only n glance for Duane to
pick out Colonel Longstreth's ranch.
The house, not more than a few min-
utes' walk from the edge of the town,
was a low flat roofed structure made
of red adobe bricks. All was green
about It, except where the fenced
corral nnd numerous bnrus or sheds
showed grny and red.
From all outside appearances Falr-
dnle wns no different from other
frontier towns, nnd Duyne's expecta-
tions were scarcely realized. As the
afternoon was waning he halted at
a little inn. A boy took charge of his
horse. Duane questioned the lad
about Fairdale and gradually drew to
the subject most In mind.
"Colonel Longstreth has a big out-
fit, eh?"
"Reckon he has," replied the lad.
"Doan know how many cowboys.
They're nlways comln' and goln\ I
ain't acquainted with half of them."
"Much movement of stock these
days?"
"Stock's always movln'," he re-
plied, with a queer look.
"Rustlers?"
But he did not follow up that look
with the affirmative Duane expected.
"Lively place, I hear—Fairdale Is?"
"Ain't so lively as Sanderson, but
It's bigger."
"Yes, I heard it wns. Fellow down
there wns talking about two cowboys
who were arrested."
"Sure. I heered nil about that.
Joe Bean nn' Brick nigglns—they be-
long heah, but they ain't heah much.
Longstreth's boys."
Duane did not want to bo over-ln-
qulsltive, so he turned the talk into
other channels.
After getting supper Duane strolled
up nnd down the main street. When
darkness set In he went into a hotel,
bought cigars, sat around, and watch-
ed. Then he passed out and went
into the next place. It was full of
men coming and going—a dusty-boot-
ed crowd that smelled of horses and
smoke. Duane sat down for a while,
with wide eyes and open ears. Then
he hunted up the bur. lie stayed in
there for a while, and knew that
to
have been a number of reasons, all
to Colonel Longstreth's credit, but
Dunne could not understand.
Next morning Dunne walked up the I strangers were too common In Falr-
mnln street and buck again. Just as j dale to be conspicuous. Then he
recovered the property of the other he arrived some horsemen rode up returned to the inn where he had
men. Joel helped the Innkeeper carry I to the Inn and dismounted. And at engaged a room.
the Injured mnn somewhere outside, j this Juncture the Longstreth party Duane sat down on the steps of
Miss Longstreth was sitting white , came out. Duane heard Colonel Long- the dingy little restaurant. Two men
but composed upon the couch, where streth utter an exclamation. Then he were conversing Inside, and they had
lay Miss Ruth, who evidently had saw him shake hands with a tall man. not noticed Duane.
been carried there by the Colonel. Longstreth looked surprised and "Laramie, what's the stranger's
The Colonel, now that he finally re- angry, and he syoke with force; but , nume?" asked one.
y L;
Threw It Upside Down Into the Lake.
of No. 121 Parker avenue, I. M. Weldo-
nian of No. 107 Highland avenue, and
S. W. Howe of No. 109 Van Winkle
avenue, all of Clifton.
When the young folk stopped sud-
denly to embrace nnd kiss Mr. Potcany
was driving his automobile up tho
road at 110 miles tin hour. He turned
sharply to the left to avoid striking
them, and in so doing the automobile
struck a soft spot in the road, throw-
j ing It upside down over a ten-foot em-
bankment and into the bordering lake.
The young man and young woman
screnined for assistance and the men
were finally pulled out. The kissers
went their way without giving their
names.
"Bo Snecker! He Hit Me—"
quiry had brought him the fact that
Kay Longstreth had just come to live
I with her father. Longstreth had
' originally been a planter In Louisiana,
j where his family had remained nfter
his advent In the West. He was a
| rich rancher; he owned half of Fair-
dale; he was a cattle-buyer on a large
I scale. Floyd Lawson was his lieuten-
ant and associate In deals.
i On the afternoon of the fifth day
««f Duane's stay in Fairdale he re-
turned to the lun from his usual stroll,
and upon entering was amazed to
! have a rough-looking young fellow
i rush by him out of the door. Inside
! Laramie was lying on the floor, with
j a bloody bruise on Ills face. He did
not appear to be dangerously hurt.
"Bo Snecker! He hit me and went
after the cash-drawer," suid Laramie,
laboring to his feet.
"Are you hurt much?" queried
Dunne.
"I guess not. But Bo needn't to
have soaked me. I've been robbed
before without thnt."
"Well, I'll take a look after Bo,"
replied Duane.
He went out and glnnced down the
street toward the center of the town.
He did not see anyone he could tnke
for the innkeeper's assailant. Then
he looked up the street, and he saw
the young fellow nbout a block away,
hurrying along and gazing back.
Dune yelled for him to stop nnd
started to go after him. Snecker
broke into a run. Then Duune set
out to overhaul him. There were two
motives In Duane - tu t ion—one of
anger, and the other a ire to make
a friend of this man Laramie, who
Duane believed could tell him much.
Dunne wns light on his feet, nnd
ho had a giant stride. He gained
rapidly, kept him in sight, in the
shade, on the paths, and up the road
Into the courtyard, and he saw Snook
er go straight for Longstreth's house.
Dunne was not to be turned l>.u*k
by thnt. slngulnr ns It was. He en-
tered the first door nnd burst Into the
presence of Miss Longstreth and a
number of young people. Evidently
she was giving a little party.
Lawson stood leaning against one
of the pillars; at sight of Duane hi
face changed remarkably, expressln i
amazement, consternation, then fear. I
1TO BIS CONTINUED.)
MAN CALLED DEAD TWICE
Youngstown (O.) Salesman's Death
Was Twice Published, and Yet
He Lives.
Youngstown, O.- Peter Bauer, a pl-
mo salesman here, hits survived the
second announcement of his death.
The latest was recently made in Potts
lie Pu.. and the earlier one about
ve years ago in Cleveland. In both
i.stances the erroneous announce-
• iits were the result of mlsfaken
■ lentlty.
Pnuer has Just received n clipping
rom the Pottsville Banner, sent him
his brother, telling how he was
apposed to have been drowned last
• • k iit Huron, o Pauer's Insistence
hat ho is very much alive means that
1 - authorities must start all over try-
ig to identify the body recently
viished ash. r« at the Lake Erie port.
l ive yours ag< a man who dropped
<\ on a Cleveland street was at
isi; i !. r "tied as Bauer. At that tline
was living at Cat-Held, (>., and It
some time before he convinced
ihe public that he was alive.
300 MILES ASLEEP ON ROOF
Moneyless St. Louis Man Takes Long
Ride on Pullman Without
Knowing It.
St. Louis.—Lee Caldwell, twenty
years old, of South Second street rode
from Chicago to St. Louis on a sleep-
er, but not In It. He slept throughout
the journey on the r- of of a Pullman
ear nnd wns still asleep when the
train, the Chb'ngo & Alton no-stop lim-
ited, arrived nt Union station at S a. m.
A tower wntehmnn In the yards saw
le nrone
I thnt a dead mm
a in shed pollcerr
. I climbed to th
look Caldwell In
A hero nm I?"
Cn Id well snld he
ok tor work, li
n t:i
the
f. When
up and
Wcmen Break Jail.
the top
Tho
id-
Ml from the socou
i rope. Armed wi
•aptured In the
urnod to jail.
is of
ovul-
atory !>y meai
h the sheriff's r
ed a liveryman to
if the city at two
truing. They were
aCteruoou and re-
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