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Show I 4 JUS. FRANK WILKIE, of cuse, N. Y.t formerly matron ! i ; ! at the State Reformatory at Industry, N. Y v.ho aaya she is delighted with Tankc since it restored her health after she suffered eight year. mystery, mining, love and romance and Anita, laughing at her posture, clambered upon about his neck. Fairchild found himself wish- lii lad, her arms tJuthe could carry her forever ; and that the road to the sheriffs miles away instead of two. But her voice cut in eics vert twenty JI$ s looped his wishes. "I can walk now. IF can on to elm. 0 much faster V came her ca yuseised hisP me dong" t she arm. Once, as they and her released Fairchild knee-hig- h mass, Fairchild's arm went quickly foundered through a her against him as he literally carried lout her waist and he lifted reached the other side, the arm still held When they her through. Some way, after that, the stretch resist. not did dace and she before he realised it, they were at road faded swiftly. Almost " ' outskirts of the city. Grudgingly he gave up his hold upon her, as they hurried for and for the sheriff's office. There Fairchild did not le sidewalks all to Anita, and Bardwell, the sheriff. attempt to talk he left it get along so yucnii It listened. rr Especially Well, it lome girl a pretty and fascinating and iMfiac. and especially wbea the. man is as altogether adorable as is Anita, And especially when tho is Fairekild. as In tka girl ck imterested is just bound to do all be man blisesard the and in a done is carrying te help the girl along. At for the tale Anita aad Fairchild toll the eheriff well, its a to a story of mystery, mining, loro nnd romance in the climax j, Colorado Rockies a land where mystery, mining, love and romance re as much a part of things as tho scenery. When Young Robert Fairchild's fathei a man of mystery, living ia fsar goes whore earthly officers of the law bother no one, the hero finds himself the owner of n mysterious silver mine, the Blue Ponpy. With the inheritance go a feud aad tha oppoeition of a choice collection of scoundrels. Nevertheless, tho hero decides to claim the mine 4 work it. On tho way from Denver ho moots tho heroine -- Anita Richmond. Ska is driving in a desperate hurry, just about two turns of the road ahead of tho sheriff. Fairchild helpa her change a tire, the gets a tip af tea dollars aad lies lika a whitehead about her to sheriff. Quito an interesting way of beginning nn acquaintanca with so most the prettiest girl in town, who turns out to ho engsged Rodaine. -- to the son of tho chief villian Squint" think people tha writer of short The anther? Why, Courtney Ryley Cooper stories and movia scenarios. He ran away as a boy from Ksnssi City to become a circus down. Later ho wrote circus advertising no wonder ho hat a vivid imagination! Anyway, youve undoubtedly reed some of his circus stories in tho magaxinos and know kow ka can writ. Did ye Pwty girlU when the CMrrT pick-a-bac- ... ly CHAPTER I. It was over. The rambling house, furnitrickety, ure and Its memories was now deserted, except for Robert Fairchild, aad he was deserted within It, wandering from room to room staring at familiar objects with the nnfamlllar gaze of one whose vision suddenly has been warped by tbe visitation of death and the sense of loneliness that with Its I It brings. Loneliness, rather than grief, for It had been Robert Fairchilds promise that he would not suffer In heart for ' ene who had longed to go Into a peace for which he had waited, seemingly In vain. Year after year, Thornton Fair-chil-d had sat In the big armchair by the windows, watching the days grow Id and fade Into night, studying sunset after sunset, voicing tbe vain hope that the gloaming might bring the twilight of bis own existence a silent nan except for this, of speaking rarely the past, never giving to the son who worked tor him, cared for him, worshiped him, the slightest Inkling of what might have happened In the dim day of the long ago to transform him Into a beaten thing, longing for the final surcease. And when the end It found him In readiness, waiting In the big armchair by the windows. Even now, a book lay on the frnyed carpeting of -- the old room. here it had fallen from relaxing fln-- ! Robert Fairchild picked It up. nd with a sigh restored It to the Phn, fumed oak case. His days of sacrifices that his father might Idle away the weary hours with wading were over. bat had been the past? Why the pence? Why the patient, yet Impatient wait for death? The son did not now. in iU bis memories was only ne faint picture, painted years before In babyhood: the return of his father from some place, he knew not where, a long conference with his jnother behind closed doors, while he. n childlike curiosity, waited without, whing In vain to catch some Then a woman who wd at night when the house was tUl. who faded and who died. That all. The picture carried no ctm, - expla-hntlo- sad-face- n. d And now Robert Fairchild stood on e threshold ef something lie almost arp t0 learn. Once, on a black. nny night, they had tt together, ather and son before the fire, silent or hours. Then the hand of the man had reached d and rested for a momeut on out-ar- u the man's knee. 1 wrote something to you, Roy, a r he "Tha rald haJ hm Illness I had prompted me to Ihought ft was only fair to you. After Im gone, look in the Youlf find the combination on IntiT l,aIr hidden In a hole rut 01,1 kvifaf history In the cawI have your promise. I I ox t youll not do It until after ci - gone. Thorn? m Fairchild was gone, had remained behind; en patient lips evidently had Wt0 mter fiartnS t:fe- - Thp heart of the son began to pound, slow rd, as, with the memory of that Accept hie count'd, laugh at hla little eccentricities If you will, but follow his Judgment Implicitly. Above all. ask him no questions that he does not care to answer there are tilings that he may not deem wise to tell. There is little more to say. Beamish will attend to everything for you If you rare to go Sell everything that Is here; the house, the furniture, the belongings. It my wish, nnd you will need the capital If you go. And If circumstances should arise to bring before you the story of that which has caused me so much darkness, I have nothing to say in 1 made one mistake that of fear and In committing one shouldered every blame. It error, 1 am makes little dlfterenre now dead and free. My love to you, my son. I hope that wealth and happiness await you. Blood of my Idood flows in your veins nnd strange though It may sound to you It Is the Hood of nn adventurer. They say, once In the bhaul. It never dies. My wish Is that you succeed where I failed and (Sod be with you! YOB It FAT1I Kit." For n long moment- - Robert Fairchild stood staring fnl the letter, his heart pounding with excitement. Ids hands grasping the foolscap paper ns though with a desire to tear through the shield which the written words had formed about a mysterious past nnd disclose that which was so effectively hidden. So much had the letter told and yet so little! Dark had been the hints of some mysterious, intangible thing, great enough In Its horror nnd Its consequences to cause death for one who had known of It and a living panic for hinr who had perpetrated It. In that which accompanies great agitafolded the paper, tion, Fairchild placed It In its envelop; then slipped It Into an Inside pockt. A few ateps and he was before tj safe once more and reaching for tlfc second envelop Heavy and bulkjvwas this, filled with tax receipts, wjyl plats and blueprints and the reports of surveyors Here was an assays slip, bearing figures and notations which Robert Fairchild could not understand, then a legal document, sealed and stamped, and bearing the words: County of Clear Creek, State of Colorado. DEED PATENT. f KNOW ALL MEN BY TOES 15 PRESENTS: That on this day of our Lord, February 22, 1802. Thornton W. Fairchild, having presented the net canary affidavits and statements of assessments accomplished in accordance with On It trailed In endless legal phraseology, telling In muddled, attorney-liklanguage, the fact that the law had been fulfilled In Its requirements, and that the claim for which Thornton Fairchild had worked waa rightfully Fairchild reached for hla, forever. the envelope to return the papers to their resting place. But he checked his motion Involuntarily conversation, he turned toward the bookcase and unlatched the paneled door. A moment more and the hol lowed history had given np Its tTust, a bit of paper scratched with numbers. Robert Fairchild turned toward the stairs and tbe small room on the second floor which had served as his fa thers bedroom. There he hesitated before the little Iron safe In the corner, summoning the courage to unlock the doors of a dead man's past. . The safe had not been opened In years; that was evident from the creaking of the plungers as they fell, the gummy resistance of the knob as Fairchild turned It la accordance with the directions on the paper. .Finally, a great wrench, and the bolt was drawn grudgingly back ; a strong pull, and the safe opened. Fairchild crouched for a moment, staring, before he Teached for the thinner of two envelopes which lay A moment later he before him. and turned toward the straightened n of paper, a A crinkling light clenched teeth; sigh between It was a letter; his arrange, quiet father was talking to him through the medium of ink and paper, after death. He read: "My 8onf "Before I begin this letter to you I must ssk that you take no action whatever until you have seen my attorney he will be your from now on. I have never mentioned him to you before; it was tot necessary and would only have brought you curiosity which I could not have satisfied. Bat now, I am afraid, the doors must be unlocked. I am gone. You are young, you have been a faithful son and you are deserving of every good fortune that may possibly come to you. I am a praying that the years hare made Fortune may difference, and that amlle upon yon as she frowned on me. Certainly, she can injure me no longer. My race Is run ; I am beyond earthly fortunes, "Therefore, when you have finished with this, take the deeds Inclosed In the larger envelope and go to St. Louis. There, look up Henry F. BeamIn the Princess ish, attorney-at-law- . building. Ile'wlll explain them to you. "Beyond this, I fear, there la little that can aid you. I cannot find the strength, now that I face it, to tell fin-If you follow you what yon may holds other envelope the the lure that forth to you. There is always the hope that Fortune may be kind to me at last, and letsmile upon my memory by never the been have I know why ting yon sort of man you have known, und not a the jovial, genial companion that cerare there But he. father yhould a tain things, my son, which defeat better not that. is It man. Therefore such It remain behind a cloud, until It and reveal time as Fortune may never will a time. hope that raeh come? I think so not for myself, for wlten you read this, I shall he gone, hut for ton, that you may not be hathe knowledge of the ndicap! by whitened my hair and thing which time. my before me, long he does, sure am I and "If he lives, to yar there Is one who wld hurry him. need knows you aid as soon as he 1 g super-calmne- e age-yellow- quick-draw- hunted-sppearln- g 1 n-- ed matter-offse- t brain for Robert Fairchild, one sentence In that letter bad found an echo, had started a pulsating something within him that he never before bad known: It t the blood of an adventurer." And It seemed that Robert Fair-chilneeded no more than the knowledge to feel the tingle of It; the old houe suddenly became stuffy and prisonllke a he wandered through It. Again and again pounded through his bead the fact .that only a night of travel Intervened between Indianapolis and St lamia; within twelve hours ion a -- he could Beamish be In the" office of And then sad for a moment held the envelope before him. staring at It with wide eyes. Then, as though to free by the stronger light of the window the haunting thing which faced him, he rose and hurried across tbe room, to better light, only to find it had not the words still been imagination; sentence written a were before him. ink faded proclaiming the In faint, contents to be "Papers Relating to the Blue Poppy Mine." and written across this a word In the bolder, hrher strokes of a man under stress of emotion. a word which held the eyes of Robert Fairchild fixed and staring, a word which spelled books of the past and evil threats of the future, the single, ominous word: "ACCURSED!" CHAPTER II. con Id In spite of all that omens foretell, in spRe of the dull. gloomy life which had done Its best to fash Ivmt ask my advice. Boy. I havent any, Your father told me what to do If you decided to try your luck and allvere at $1.20. It means a lot of money for anybody who can produce pay ore unless what he said about the mine pinching out waa true. Again the thrill of a new thing went through Robert Fnlrchllda veins, something he never had felt until twelve hours before; again the urge for strange places, new scenes, the fire of the hunt after the hidden wealth of hills. Robert Kalrchllda life had beyn a plodding thing of hooka and account, of high desks which as yet had failed to atoop hts shoulders, of stuffy offices which had been thwarted so far In thelr grtp at hla lung power; the long walk In the morning and the tired trudge homeward at night. But the rerdll Ilenry A hurried resolution. A hasty parking of a traveling bag and tbe cashing of a check at the cigar store down on the corner. A wakeful night while the trstir clattered along upon Its journey. At last: 'i ni Rolert Fairchild," he said, aa he faced a white haired, Cupid-faceman in the rather dingy offices In the Princes A slow amlle building. spread over the pudgy features of the genial piearing attorney, and he waved a fat hand toward the office extra chair. j ,j Sit down. Son," came casually. Needn't have announced yourself. I'd have known you Just like your father, Boy. How (a bo?" Tjien his face suddenly sobered. "Im afraid answer. Am I Is the presenee jour silver-seame- d . "This la thq first timo In eight years that 1 have Deoil free from stomach trouble and It la all because of tbe w omlerful good Tnnltic hna done me," mid Mrs.Fnmh Wilkie, 221 Cedar St, Sjruruie Mrs. Wilkie formerly elded InlUiffuio nnd for vo years was natron of the State Reformatory at Industry, N. Y. 1 was eating scurcely enough to keep alive," she declared, for I would rather not touch a bite than suffer tho I knew wbuld follow. Even vweet milk disagreed with me. I was sick In bed for two and three days at a time, nnd gns on my stomach made ntch ovvful pressure on my heart tt almost cut off my breath. I had horrible dreams at night and In tho morn-(n- g wns all tired out. "Well, the longest day I lire I will rnle Tonlae, for my Improvement I hava ms been simply remarkable. io more heartburn, my appetite Is .vonderful, I can ent most anything I jvant, and my sleep Is sound and restful. I am thoroughly delighted with -- ts womlerful." Tnnlac Is sold by all good druggists, Advertisement. tigirtr Fairchild nodded gravely. The old attorney stared out of the window to the grimy roof and signboards of the next building. "Perhaps It's better so," he said at List. Did he get any cheerier before he went? No. Afiald of every atep on thq veranda, of every knock at the door.1 Again the attorney atared out of the window. And you? Are you afraid?" mli-cr- y whatr Of The lawyer stilled. I dont know. Qnly " and he leaned forward "It'a Just as thougli I were living my younger daya over doesnt seem agaln any time at all since your father was sitting Just about where you ore now, and gad. Boy, how much you look like he looked that morning I The same ejes, the same dark hair, tha same strong shoulders, and good, manly chin, the same build and look of determination about him. The call of adventure wna In hla blood, and lie sat there all enthusiastic, telling me what he Intended doing and asking my advice although he wouldn't have .followed It If I had given It. Back home was s baby and the woman he loved, and out West wns sudden wealth, wotting for the right man to come along and find It. Gad!" White-haireold Beamish chuckled with the memory of It. "Then four years later," the tone changed suddenly, "he came back." What then?" Fairchild waa on tbe edge of bis chair. But Beamish only spread hla hands. "Truthfully, Boy, I dont know. I have guesaed but I wont tell you what. All 1 know Is that your father found what he was looking for and was on the point of achieving his every dream, when something happened. Then three men simply dlsapeared from the mining camp, announcing that they had failed and were going ti hunt new dlgginga. That was all. One of them was your father" "But yon said that hed found " "Sliver, running twenty ounces to vein which the ton on sn eight-incgave evidences of being only the beginning of a bonanza I 1 know, because he had written me that, a month before." "And he abandoned it?" ned forgotten wbat he had written when I saw him again. I didn't question him. He went home then, after giving me dnougti money topay the taxes on the mine for the next twenty years, simply as his attorney and Without divulging his whereabouts. 1 did it. Eight years or so later I saw him In Indianapolis, lie give me more money enough lor eleven or twelve years " "And that was ten years ago?" Robert Fafrcbllde eyes were reminiscent. I remember I was only a kid. He sold off everything he had, except the house. Henry Beamish walked to his safe and fumbled there s moment, to return at last with a few slips of paper. "IIres the answer." he said quietly. "the taxes are paid until 1322 Robert Fairchild studied the receipts carefully futllely. They told him nothing. The lawyer stood look Jng down upon him; at last he laid a hand on his shoulder. "Boy," came quirkly. "I know Jost about what youre thinking. Ive spent a few hours af the same kind of a Job myself, and Ive called old Henry Beamish more kinds of a fool than you ran think of for not coming tight and making Thornton out tell me the whole story. But some way when I'd look Into those eyes with the hre nil dead and ashen within them, and see the line of an old man in his joung face. I Just couldn't do It! So you ran tell me nothing? "Im afraid that's true In one way, la another Im a fond of information. thls-mornlng.- lt --"- Describing Him. "How Is your new hired tnun. Let ter?" "Hes the kind of a fuller," replied Farmer Flumlegate, "that when b sets down Is entirely unmoved by crit Knnsas City Star, Iclsm. gray-blu- e - d . That af Fear." But d h "I Made One Mistake Tonight you and I will go to Indian-spoi- l and prohate the will Its simple enough ;Tve had It In my safe for ten After that, you become the yeare. owner of the Blue Poppy mine, to do with aa you chouse. flat-foote- d "They Call Him 8qulnt Rodaine." had not exerted Itself agalnat an brain, a dusty ledger-fillelife that suddenly felt Itself crying out for the free, open country, without hardly knowing what the term meant. Old Beamish caught tha light In the eyes, the quick contraction of the hands, and smiled. "You don't need to tell me, Bon," he sold slowly. "I can see the symptoms. Youve got the fever youre going back to work that mine. miles from "Ohadt Is thirty-eigh- t Denver, That's your goal Out there, Woman Restored to lleali&ljLydii theyll tell you how the mine caved In, I l n. i I f a ink had I YCgCt&ulfi LCEpCSZm and how Thornton Fairchild, who had I worked It. together with his two men, Hakes TLIi Offer Hurry Ilarkrns, a Cornish man, and Mr mother jfivs Hlssle Larsen, Swede, left town late Cumberland. Md. ma Lydia E. Ilnkhama Vegetable Comone night for Cripple Creek nnd that pound when I was they never came back. Thats tbe between thirteen with tell tt you. Agree story tbeyTI and fourteen years Tell them that Harkins, as far as yoa old and was going to know, went back to Cornwall, and school, because I that you have heard vaguely that Laroffered with pains sen later followed the mining game and could not rest. 1 did not have any farther out west." more trouble after "I It the truth T that until 1 was mar"llow do I know? Its good enongh ried, then 1 always people shouldnt ask questions. Tell waa troubled in my nothing more than that and be careback while carrying ful of your frlenda. There ia one a child and could not man to watch If he ts still alive. took the Vegetable jo my work until do all my washIam him call nnd strong, Compound. Rodahte, 'Squint' They ing and ironing and work for seven he may or mty not still be there. I an don't know I'm only sure of the fact children and feet fine. I always have did childbirth and what it time at easy that your father hated him, fought for me it will do for other women. I am him and feared him. The mine, tunwilling to answer any woman if aim nel la two mllea np Kentucky gulch will write asking what it did for ma.' Mrs. John Urns, C3 Dilley St., and ene hundred yards to the right. A surveyor can lead you to the very Cumberland, Md. During girlhood and later daring pot. It's been abandoned now for motherhood Lydia E. Finkhama Vege-tabfind What there years. youll thirty Compound brought relief to Mrs. Is more than I can guess. But, Boy," lleusr. Her case is but one of many wa snd bis hand clenched tight on Robert constantly publish recommending our Fairchild's shoulder, whatever you Vegetable Compound. She is willing to answer your letter. Write to bar. do, whatever you run Into, whatever friends or enemies you find awaiting you, dont let t,hat light die out of your eyes and don't pull In that chin i If you find a fight on your hands, whether Its man, beast or nature, sail Into it I If you run Into things that cut your very heart out to learn beat em down and keep going I And win! There thats all the advice I know. Meet me at the 11:10 train for Indian-npolloffice-crampe- d d J WILL ANSWER ANY WOMAN WHO WRITES tl L le a. Goodhy !" "Goodhy m be there." Fairchild grasped the pudgy band and left the . LiJ ' in Every Jar office. For a moment afterward, old Freckles PcsIUveli Ileneved vln beautiful nenfyT5eanilnh loo.AThTnETngand j bt Dr. Brtrvv Freckle Oantnent. t or hr wvetl 6x vend for cecnutncKei. Tour looking out over the dingy roof adja-Rttkrr booklet. fc.C.1 kvo C. vent. Then, somewhat absently, lie tr. pressed tbe ancient electric button for ry ids more ancient stenographer. tar rvu H ksrv heir Call a messenger, please," lie or-tbaakul of Uhi erl (I net derod when she entered, I want to Bmtr Color Restorer Mate Mi Kr , oter rjr It At oil rnl drort-- t, 7b rente, send a cablegram. tkeoou. Rotebo. lea. I direct free, choure-e- 1 1 a KBitC-ELU- "For eoadno hre! Ill Horry!" tlt,dollar. give you five (TO BE eem J i. - C O L - Q SORitt I OR BURNS CUTS ITCH 75c et etoree; B5e by maiL -- Addres New Y ork Drug Concern, New Yoik CONTIUEX4 N. H. U, Salt Lake City, No. 23-13- 22. |