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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER, HYRUM, UTAH V.V.V.V.WV.V.V.V.VW.V The Red Lock A Tale of the Flatwoods f By DAVID ANDERSON Anther of mThnBhtnUoemm MWJWmWmVmVnWn'mVmWA Copyright by The CHAPTER XV Bobbo-Merr- Ca ' Continued. 21 But what to do with it? the man bent his brows over the problem. It Is only Just to him and the blood that was In him to state that it never so much as crossed him that he might keep it, with probably nobody ever the wiser. It was too late to take it back to the cottage that night, and too bulky to carry in his pockets. Deciding at last to hide It until next day gave him a chance to take Texie into his confidence, he wrapped the bundles In a towel; raised the rug; very carefully loosened a board of the floor ; hid the package under It; replaced the board and rolled the rug back into place with studied exactness. Then he blew out the candle; raised the blinds of the two small windows and slipped out into the yard. Twilight had long faded into dark. Only an occasional candle picked out the ragged outline of the village. A dog fox back In the hills was trying to tell the rest of the foxes how lonesome he was. Over along Eagle run the frogs croaked without interruption. Glancing back at the cabin door to make certain he had closed It, he slipped across the corner of the orchard; along the path at the base of Bldck rock; into the little park and stole In under a dense clump of syringa bushes barely three steps from the rustic seat at Whispering spring. For those who know how to listen, nature has a thousand voices and the woods never sound a false note. A good length of the night was gone when the frogs along Eagle run gave him the cue he was expecting. He could trace the progress of the renegade down the stream doubtless fresh from his task of making old money out of new at the deserted cabin as well as if he had his eyes upon him. Presently there came the very faint creak of a rail where the path crossed the fence out of the fallow pasture lot Into the little park. A moment later a hulking form bulked huge In the gloom; Black Bogus stole out of the shadows and crouched down among the gnarled maple roots at the end of the rustic seat. The woodsman' lay so close that he could hear him breathe. After listening intently for some minutes, the hulking renegade raised his hands to his mouth and gave the call of the screech owl. Jack found out what he wanted to know Hopkins had not had the chance to communicate with his confederates. Again and again Black Bogus repeated his call, at intervals of a few minutes, until he had given it a dozen or fifteen times, each time growing more restless and disturbed. At last he to swear, and the call began to resemble less and less the plaintive wail of the bird he mocked. Finally he rose, listened a moment and, with no very great effort at concealment, stalked up the path. The woodsman rose and softly followed ; shadowed him up the branch and into the mouth of the hollow. At the squalid hovel of dead Henry Spencer he vaulted the fence, stalked up the yard and pushed open the sagging red-roofe- d ba-ga- door. The watchers eyes lifted in amazement. The cabin was almost totally bare of furniture of any kind no beds; no table or chairs merely some pots and pans by the empty fireplace, and two pallets on the floor. On one of these pallets, almost under the window, lay Beldens sister; on the other lay Loge. He raised up on his elbow as the candle flared alight; noticed the sullen glower on the face of his associate. Well? He didnt come out." H ill an' yu had bring It back ? What else? There came a voice from the pallet under the window a voice soft and mild, shaken and half afraid, the listener fancied. Didnt 'e send no word t me?" Didnt come out, I tell yu. The woodsman had caught the appeal in the soft tones; wondered what could be the relation between the girl and such a man as Hopkins. Then he recalled her reference to the third man that startled moment in the bushes by the side of the road; remembered her running down the yard toward them on the evening of the ride; and he brought his eyes as close to the slit under the sash as he dared. After a short pause, during which he fancied she might be gathering resolution for another question, the soft voice came again, more faltering than before : "An ther wusnt nothin under the rock no note nr nothin? Not a damn scrap. The face under the window turned to the wall. Loge dropped back to the pallet Black Bogus drew the unoffending bills from his pocket and slammed them down on the shelf; unbuckled his holster and put the revolver under his shirt; blew out the candle and pitched down beside n Bel-de- n. The man crouched on the outside of the window pondered what he had seen and heard. He looked eagerly for the outfit with which they made their spurious money that was the one big reason, In fact, that had brought him. He saw no trace of It the hint dropped by Hopkins In the little park that they had printed a plentiful supply before coming up the river was doubtless true, and that meant practically the absence of any very substantial proof. He recalled what Hopkins had told Black Bogus about the large amount of money still in the safe at the cottage unguarded, as they would now suppose. They would be almost certain to make some attempt to get it. When they did But they were certain not to make the attempt till they learned that Hopkins was gone. Until then all was safe. In his brief glance over the interior of the cabin, the woodsman was struck by the fact that the place was neat and clean. Mean as it was, it bore the mark of orderly hands doubtless the hands of the girl lying Just inside the window. The cabin settled still. The outlaws on the farther pallet began to breathe heavily. The woodsman prepared to slip away but suddenly stopped and brought his ear close to the slit under the sash the mountain girl was crying softly. There was a stir under the blanket where Loge Belden lay; the creak of steps came across the floor and a dim figure stooped above the pallet under the window. Dont cry, little sister. He aint woth cryin fr no man aint The grit and grind of powerful teeth reached to the listener outside. Hes got t quit pesterin you playin hot an cold with yu damn lm, r hell wake up some momin in hell with a knife in is ribs I Loge Belden, the renegade, the outlaw the tenderness In his voice was unbelievable. The amazed listener at the window stooped along the cabin logs and softly slipped away. red-roof- CHAPTER XVI , Spurs and Flying Sand. the Milford stage came in e from the city next forenoon Jack was there to meet it So was Loge Belden. He had doubtless learned of the abrupt departure of Hopkins the evening before. e He shuffled up to the window after the mail was worked. Zeke threw him out a letter. He stared at it hard; thrust it into his pocket unopened; Immediately left the post office and walked rapidly up Eagle Hol' low road. would there had be a Jack expected letter for Belden had counted on it Thats what had brought him to the post office. He hurried back to the homestead; crossed the bam lot; sprang up the rough path that led to the top of the cliff; spared a moment to glance keenly about and darted in among the trees. Once in the seclusion of the woods, within. he ran at top speed, well back from A match scraped, was laid to a can-oj-e the brow of the bluffs, as far as the on a shelf over the crumbling fire- deserted cabin of dead Henry Spenplace; Black Bogus whipped off the cer ; picked his way out to the edge of charred end of the wick; It flared to the cliffs and peeped down at the road. strentl1 and the interior of the Loge Belden was just coming Into cabin came out of the dark. sight. Stepping noiselessly around through the bushes, the woodsman crept up to the chink between the logs under the festoon of wild cucumber vines. He was Just in time to see Black Bogus light the lamp, go to the ruined fireplace, lift up the slab of stone on the hearth and feel under it. Nothing there he slammed the stone back, kicked It with his ragged boot, snatched out his pipe, lit it viciously, smoked hard for a minute or more, blew out the lamp, stormed out of the door and flown the yard. All the way up Eagle Hollow road and to Loge Beldens cabin the woodsman shadowed him; watched him go around to the back; heard him enter and slam the door after him; slipped JP to the small east window and lay listening. The window was open a scant Inch or so at the bottom; he guardedly raised himself even with the narrow opening and cautiously peeped When War-hop- post-offic- ( As he came even with the cabin be stopped; glanced In every direction; whistled. The whistle was answered from within the cabin another faci the woodsman had counted on. Beider vaulted the fence, ran up the yard and pushed open the door. Jack crept up to the comer of the cabin where the chink was out between the logs. Belden had Just opened his letter; Black Bogus was stooped over him. Belden, as he read, suddenly uttered a low exclamation. Tnlght, he muttered at mid- Mighty Waves Seen AFTER AN Waves of extraordinary height, miscalled tidal waves, are sometimes encountered at sea or along the coasts. They are due either to earthquakes under the sea or to a combination of several ordinary waves, which if a Mrs. Wilke Couldnt Get Back Her heavy sea be running, is sufficient to account for a wave of unusual height. Strength Until She Took Lydia E. Such a one was recently encountered Pinkhams Vegetable Compound by the British steamship Maine, near I had a very Rochester, Minnesota. the southern edge of the Grand Banks seemed as if and it serious operation risof Newfoundland. The wind was il could not get my ing after a hard blow and an ugly health back after night swell about 25 feet high was running. He swore merrily. it. 1 suffered with I knowed e hadnt reneged I Then a huge wave was seen towering pain almost constantly. My sister above the other seas, a mile away, and knowed e hadnt" came to help take Hold still, growled the other. rushing toward the ship. It swept the care of me, and she eswas to and end, Huh I he went on fnight mid- vessel from end was taking Lydia E. Pinkhams Vegetanight and a clean sweep expects t timated by the officers to have been He glanced at from 50 to 60 feet in height. Boston ble Compound for be with us imself. nervousness and a Globe. the envelope. Wy, hes in town n condition. what the me had She try some Belden took the envelope, stuffed WOMEN CAN DYE ANY and in a very it, back in it and pn the letter clumsily GARMENT, DRAPERY few days time I began to feel better. it In his pocket In two weeks I hardly knew myself and Wonder what e meant he muttaking a couple of bottles more I Faded Things after Dye or Tint Worn, and helping around, and now I was up tered, by cautionin us s dera plnted New for 15 Cents. and healthy again and am am If hurt strong shes not the t gal pticler still taking it. It is a pleasure for me thar. If shes thar where else would this to you, and I hope that write to she be? Says we musnt hurt er, even other women who are suffering many if we haf t cut out an leave the like I was will find out about your medDiamond Dy swag." He glanced away in the direcicine. I will give any information I Mrs. James Wilke, tion of the squalid cabin up at the possibly can. 33 E. Center Street, Rochester, Minn. head of the hollow; a black look Dont wonder whether you can dye Remember, the Vegetable Compound crossed his face, and the man at the years of service chink wondered If he was thinking of or tint successfully, because perfect has a record of fifty women of thousands praise its and Diawith home is guaranteed dyeing that scene at the pallet under the winas does Mrs. Wilke. merit, never have even mond if you what Dyes dow the night before. Wonder Lydia E. Pinkhams Private Text-Boo- k e thinks we air, he went on. Dont dyed before. Druggists have all colors. upon Ailments Peculiar to WoDirections in each package. Adver- men will be sent you free upon rehurt er if shes thar h 11 The two outlaws hunted their pipes, tisement. quest. Write to the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Company, Lynn Mass. on and the two boxes down lounged Glowworms Made by smoked for some moments in thoughtIs It Possible? ful silence. Belden suddenly straightThat properties peculiar to Note to preachers and choirmasters : ened; slapped bis hand down on his may be contained in the light emitted knee. by glowworms is the opinion of some Every service is just as long as it Must take some nerve, he chuckled, scientists, expressed in recent inter- seems. The Churchman. t murder a man, an then preach is views. A Japanese has experimented funeral. with three hundred of the worms, and Nerve huh he dont give up the their rays, filtered through cardboard spoon t nobody when it comes t and copper plates, were said to have shown elements closely resembling nerve, he dont Nearly an hour the two sat smoking those given off by various radioand intermittently discussing their active minerals. Popular Mechanics. plans, no detail of which escaped the listener. Cuticura Soothes Scalp. Belden was the first to leave. Black On retiring gently rub spots of danof Bogus waited several minutes before druff and Itching with Cuticura Ointwith following; finally slipped out, with far ment. Next morning shampoo greater caution than Belden had Cuticura Soap and hot water. Make shown ; stooped low through the weeds them your everyday toilet preparations and only came out Into the road when and have a clear skin and soft, white some distance above the yard, at a hands. Advertisement. point where the bushes grew dense Foiled Milk Thief along both sides. 4 The woodsman waited till he was Lige Dodd, farmer, of Ouachita well out of sight and sound before township, Ark., had a cow that was creeping from under the wild cucum- off in her milking. Investigation reber vines and stealing through the vealed fresh footprints in the vicinity bushes up the hill. He had found out of the cow barn each morning. Dodd what he wanted to know. switched a particularly disagreeable The landscape lay before him in all mule to the stall, transferring the cow Its midday splendor. Mrs. Curry had to the mules stable in the barn. The doutbless just mended the fire in the cow milked well the next morning and Unless you see the Bayer Cross on cotkitchen stove at the Dodd recovered a battered tin pail wood for white smoke curled tage, up and a torn hat from the stall occupied package or on tablets you are not getfrom the chimney. But the air was by the mule. ting the genuine Bayer Aspirin proved safe by millions and prescribed by evidently too light and still to bear it up, for It drifted lazily away, to setyears for physicians over twenty-thre- e tle in a long bank of airy flufflness A FEELING OF SECURITY Headache Colds that draped Itself above the orchard Toothache Lumbago USE YOU WHEN trees like the veil of a goddess lost Rheumatism Neuritis bove out of the skies, i the homestead, SWAMP-ROO- T Tain, Pain Neuralgia and farther away over the bottoms, d swallows skimmed the Accept Bayer Tablets of Aspirin You naturally feel secure when you Each unbroken package contains only. air; a dozen or so blackbirds loped know that to about medicine are the you down out of the woods and stopped take is Handy boxes of absolutely pure and contains no proven directions. cost cents. Drugfew tablets twelve long enough in the big elm for a short harmful or drugs. concert. Such a medicine is Dr. Kilmers Swamp-Roo- gists also sell bottles of 24 and 100. Down by the road gate Graylock liftAspirin Is the trade mark of Bayer kidney, liver and bladder medicine. ed his head, whinnied, came trotting of Monoaceticacldester of Manufacture standard of The same purity, strength and the man set his and excellence is maintained up the barn-lo- t in every Salicylicacid. feet to the rough path that wound bottle of Swamp-Roo' down among the rocks. is scientifically compounded from It He had let the horses into the bam vegetable herbs. BOSCHEES SYRUP and fed them, and was on the way to is not a stimulant and is taken in It Allays irritation, soothes and heals throat his cabin, with the intention of carry- teaspoonful doses. and lung inflammation. The constant bundles of money to ing the hidden irritation of a cough keeps the delicate is not recommended for everything. It Texie and taking her into his full conmucus membrane of the throat and lungs It is natures great helper in relieving ina fidence, when he saw Mrs. Curry, fat and congested condition, which BOSCHEE'S overcoming kidney, liver and bladder SYRUP gently and quickly heals. For this and portly, hurrying across the troubles. reason it has been a favorite household orchard at her pudgy best A sworn statement of purity is with remedy for colds, coughs, bronchitis and note Texie Heres a left r yu. every bottle of Dr. Kilmers Swamp-Rooespecially for lung troubles in millions of She held up an envelope, sealed. homes aU over the world for the last n Left fr me? he was in at the If you need a medicine, you should have years, enabling the patient to obtain a good nights rest, free from coughing gate in three strides, and hurrying the best. On sale at all drug stores in across the yard wheres she gone? bottles of two sizes, medium and large. with easy expectoration in the morning. You can buy BOSCHEES SYRUP wherever She got a letter this mornln, Mrs. However, if you wish first to try this medicines are sold. she and said shed haf great preparation, send ten cents to Dr. Curry puffed, t go t town. She writ you this note, Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a mounted Brownie and rode away sample bottle. When writing, be sure BATHE TIRED EYES with Dr. Thompsons Eyewater. She said if she didnt come and mention this paper. Advertisement. Buy at your druggist's or 1168 Kiver, Troy. N. Y. Booklet. back this evenin I wuz t git you t our and wus house, I t stay Wheat Feed sleep at with Aunt Liza. To Last Billion Years Approximately 4,750,000 tons of The woodsman had. snatched the wheat feeds are annually produced by Scientists say there need be no fear note and was eagerly glancing It flour mills in the United States. It of the sun dying too quickly and of would require 237,500 twenty-tocars the earth getting cold. The suns through ; or a train about 1,800 miles long to heat will last, they say, for another Dear Jack: billion years or so. Ive had such wonderful news. Ken transport this material. aint dead, after all. He Is In the city at a womans house named Doll Baker He is sick and on Brickbat alley. wants me to come. Mr. Hopkins got a letter from him askin him to come, bein his old classmate, so he went last A Harmless Substitute for Castor Oil, night and wrote back to me this mornParegoric, Drops ing. Pore Ken, I guess he Is awful so sick. Is Mr. he and Hopkins proud, and Soothing Syrups No Narcotics! thought he better not tell him nothing dont He want me father. to tell about Mother! Fletchers Castoria has Food; giving natural sleep without nobody, and to come alone. But I would of told you, for I know you wont been in use for over 80 years to relieve opiates. The genuine bears signature of tell, but I saw you going up In the babies and children of Constipation, woods this morning, so I wrote you this Flatulency, Wind Colic and Diarrhea; note. O, Jack, alnt you glad. allaying Feverishness arising thereTEXI&" from, and, by regulating the Stomach (TO BB CONTINUED.) and Bowels, aids the assimilation of OPERATION run-dow- es X-Ra- ys X-ra- Itc-hln- Beware red-roofe- Imitations! d swift-winge- habit-producin- g t, t. f t. fifty-seve- lick-ety-spl- n Children Cry for Castoria ! |