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Show -- THE; PRESS-BULLETI- BINGHAM, UTAH. V,.,.,.J,,, " ' Attractive Gifts For her a Diamond, some Jew-elry or a Wrist Watch. For him Cuff Llnk3, a Chain, a Ring or a good Watch. Our reasonable prices encourage purchase. ' BOYD PARK JEWELERS y, J BOYD PARK. BLDG 1 160 MAIN $TRT or Stiver Plume. Stltl, yon know, It will be pleasant to tell .Mr. Cavendish when I go back that I was here." He choked and his face seemed to whiten suddenly. ; "Mr. Cavendish?" he gasped. "Of New York? Not the one that was killed?" It was her turn to stare across the table, her eyes wide with horror, which she simulated excellently. "Killed! Has a man by that name been killed lately In New York? It was Frederick Cavendish I referred to." Her pretense was admirable. He was silent, realizing he had al-ready said too much. "Tell me," she insisted, "has he been killed? How do you know?" Her earnestness, her perfect acting, convinced him. It was a mere coin-cidence, he thought, that this name should have cropped up between them, but, now that it had. he must ex-- WMSWMSEL PARWSIIM p I AUTHOR- - OF" "W I --TMBr DBVIL'iS OWN M "MY LADY OF THE NORTH " ETC. attracted by a rough, brutal type such as Ned Beaton so evidently was. There surely must be some other cause draw-ing ttiera together. Yet, whatever It was, there was nV doubt but that he had been very properly snubbed. Her words stung: yet It was the manner In which she had looked at him and swept past at Beaton's side which hurt the most. Oh, well, an enemy more or less made small difference In his life; he would laugh at it and forget. She had made her choice of compan-ionship, and It was Just as well, prob-ably, that the affair had gone no fur ther before he discovered the sort of girl she really was. Westcott reached this decision and the outer office at the same time, ex-changed a careless word or two with Tlmmons, and finally purchased a ci-gar and retired to one corner to pe-ruse an old newspaper. It was not so easy to read, however, for the news failed to Interest or keep his mind from wandering widely. Who was this Beaton, and what connection could be have with Bill Lncy's gang? The row last night had revealed a mutual Interest between the men, but what was its nature? Lacy'8 purpose he believed he under-stood to some extent a claim that It was an extension of the La Rosita vein which Westcott had tapped In his recent discovery. But he had no per-sonal fear of Lacy; not, at leaf, If he could once get the backing of Cav-endish's money. But these other people Beaton, Miss Donovan, and still another expected to arrive soon from the East how were they con-nected with the deal? He was so deeply engrossed In these t gether at ease. Helther broke th al-ienee between them nntl) they reached the flat boulder and had found seats In the shelter of overhanging trees. She sat a moment, then she turned toward him questlonlngly. "I was very rude," she said, "but you will forgive me when I explain the cause. I had to act as I did or else lose my hold entirely on that man you understand?" "I do not need to understand," he answered gallantly. "It Is enough that you say so." "No, It is not enough. I value your friendship, Mr. Westcott, and I need your advice." "You may feel confidence in me." "Oh, I do; Indeed, you cannot real-ize how thoroughly I trust you," and Impulsively she touched his hand with her own. "That is why I wrote you to meet me here so I could tell you the whole story." He waited, his eyes on her face. "I received my letter this morning the letter I told you I expected, con-taining my Instructions. They they relate to this man Ned Beaton and the woman he expects on this train." "Your instructions?" he echoed doubtfully. "You mean you have been sent after these people on some crimi-nal matter? You are a detective?" There must have been a tone of distrust In his voice, for she turned and faced him defiantly. ' "No ; not that. Listen : I am a newspaper woman, a special writer on the New York Star." She paused, her cheeks flushing with nervousness. "It it was very strange that I met you first of all for it seems that the case is of personal Interest to you." plain the whole affair so as not to arouse suspicion. He cleared his throat and compelled his eyes to meet those across the table. "Weil, I don't, know much about it, only what I read," he began, feeling for words. "He was found dead In his apartments, apparently killed by a burglar who had rtfled his safe." She sat with her chin in the palm of one hand, watching him from be-neath the shadow of lowered lashes, but his eyes were bent downward at his plate. - "Are you through?" he questioned suddenly. "Yes; this this awful news has robbed me of all appetite." Neither had noticed Westcott as he entered the room, but his first glance if any vague suspicion had been aroused as to her presence In that community, the searchers had discov-ered no proof by this rifling of her bag. Farriss' letter contained nothing of Interest except the fact that Enright had also left for the West. He in-structed her to be on the lookout for him in Huskell, added a line or two of suggestions, and ordered her to pro-ceed with caution, as her quest might prove to be a dangerous one. Miss Donovan thought rapidly and clearly, more than ordinarily eager to solve this mystery. It was Frederick Cavendish who had formerly been the partner of Jim Westcott. This was why no answer had come to the tele-grams and letters the latter had sent East. What had become of them? Had "DO NOT BE ANGRY." Synopsis. Frederick Cavendish, New York man of wealth, receives a letter from an old friend, Jim Westcott, urging him to come at once to Colorado. Deciding to go, he employs a lawyer. Patrick En-rig-to draw up a will leaving most of his estate to charity, with a mere pittance to John Cavendish, his cousin and only relative, a dis-solute youth. That night Frederick Cavendish Is murdered in his ments. apart- No will being found, John Cavendish Inherits the estate. Two months later Enright informs John Cavendish of the existence of the will and offers, for JIOO.OW), to say nothing of it. John agrees. Stella Donovan, newspaper writer, learns from Frederick Cavendish's valet that he is not satisfied the body found was that of his employer. She is directed by Farriss, city edi-tor of the Star, to follow up the case. Stella learns of the will En-right had drawn up, also of John Cavendish's infatuation for Celeste I Rue, chorus girl. A conversa-tion Stella overhears between Ce-leste and John Cavendish convinces her Frederick Cavendish is alive, the victim of a conspiracy engi-neered by Enright to secure his fortune, and that Celeste knows where he Is hidden. Ned Beaton, notorious gunman, Is also men-tioned. Celeste is about to leave for Haskell, Colorado, and Stella is ordered by Farriss to- proceed there at once. At Haskell Stella, repre-senting herself as a newspaper wilier, makes the acquaintance of Jim Westcott, Frederick Caven-dish's partner. Westcott resents the interest taken In Stella by Beaton, whom he knows only as a visiting New Yorker, and worsts him in a N fistic encounter. : CHAPTER V Continued. The girl's eyes dwelt lovingly for some time on the fnr-fiun- g line of' mountains, before she finally released the green shade, and shut out the scene. Iler toilet was a matter of but a few minutes, although she took to slip on a fresh waist, and to brighten up the shoes, somewhat soiled by the tramp through the thick dust the evening before. Indeed, It wus a very charming young woman, her dress and appearance quite suf-ficiently eastern, who finally ventured out into the rough hall, and down the single flight of stairs. The hotel was silent, except for the heavy breathing of a sleeper in one of the rooms she passed, nnd a melancholy-lookin- g Chinaman, apparently engaged In chamber work at the further end of the hail. She passed out into the bright sun-shine, and clear mountain air. The board walk ended at the corner of the hotel, but a narrow cinder path con-- thoughts that he remained unaware that Timmons had left the office, or that the Chinese had silently tiptoed down the stairs and was cautiously peering In through the open doorway to make sure the coast was clear. Assured as to this, the wily oriental sidled noiselessly across the floor and paused beside him. "ZIs Meester Vest-c-ott- he asked softly. "That's my name, John ; what is it?" The messenger shook a folded paper out of his sleeve, thrust It into the other's hand hastily, and, with a hur-ried glance about, started to glide away as silently ns he had come, ne vanished into the dork hall, and there wns the faint clatter of his shoes on the stnlrs. Westcott, fully aroused, cast his glance about the deserted room, and unfolded the paper which had been left in his fingers. His eyes took in the few penciled words Instantly. "Do not be angry. I hnd the best of reasons. Meet me near the lower bridge at three o'clock. Very Impor-tant. S. D." He read the lines over again, his Hps emitting a low whistle, his eyes darkening with sudden appreciation. It had been a trick, then, a bit of play-acting! But had it? Was not this rather the real fraud this sudden r i they fallen into the hands of these nthcs? Was this the true reason for Benton's presence in Haskell, and also why the La Rue woman had been hastily sent for? Westcott's discovery was not even proven yet; its value had not been definitely established ;, it was of com-paratively small Importance contrast-ed with the known wealth left by the murdered man in the East. No, there must be some other cause for this sud-den visit to Colorado. But what? She gave little credence to the vague sus-picions advanced by Valois; that was altogether too impossible, too melodra-matic, this thought of the substitution of some other body. No doubt there had been a crime committed, Its object the attainment of money, but without question the cost had been the life of Frederick Cavendish. The harsh clang of the dinner-hel- l from the porch below aroused her to a sense of hunger. Ten minutes later Timmons, guilt-less of any coot, but temporarily lay-ing aside his pipe as a special act of courtesy, escorted her into the dining room and seated her at a table be-tween the two front windows. Evi-dently this was reserved for the more distinguished guests traveling men and those paying regular day rates for its only other occupant was an in-dividual In a check suit. A waitress, a red-haire- slovenly girl, with an Impediment In her speech, took her order and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, and Miss Donovan discreetly lifted her eyes to observe the man sitting nearly op-posite. He was not prepossessing, yet she Instantly recognized his type, and the probability thut he would ad-dress her if the slightest opportunity occurred. The waitress spread out the various dishes before her, nnd she glanced at them hopelessly. As she lifted hor "To mei Why, that is hardly likely, if It originated in New York." "It did" she drew In a sharp breath "for it originated in the mur-der of Frederick Cavendish." "The murder of Cavendish ! He has been killed?" "Yes; at least that Is what every-one believes, except possibly one man his former valet. His body was found lying dead on the floor of his private apartment, the door of his safe open, the money and papers missing. The coroner's Jury brought in a ver-dict of murder on these facts." "But when was this?" She gave the date and he studied over It. i'The same day he should have re-ceived my telegram," he said gravely, ''That's why the poor fellow never an-swered." He turned to her suddenly. "But what became of my others." h asked, "and of all the letters I wrote?4 "That is exactly what I want to learn. They must have been delivered to his cousin, John Cavendish. I'll tell you all I know, and then perhaps, be-tween us, we may be able to figure It out." Briefly and clearly she set before him the facts she and Willis had been able to gather: the will, the connec-tion between Enright and John Cav-endish, the quarrel between John and Frederick, the visit of John to office, the suspicion of Valois that the murdered mnn was not Cav-endish, and, finally, the conversation overheard in Steinway's, the torn tel-egram, and the meeting between Ce-leste La Rue and Enright. When she had finished Westcott sat, chlj In hand, turning the evidence over In his mind. "Do you believe Frederick Cavendish is dead?" he asked suddenly. "Yes." Westcott struck his hnsid down on the rock, his eyes glowing dangerously. "Well, I don't!" he exclaimed. "I believe he is alive I My theory is that ! "Would You Escort Me to the Foot of the Stairs7" about revealed their prese'nee, and without an instant of hesitancy the big miner crossed the room and ap-proached the table where the two were sitting. "I hope I, do not Interrupt," he said pleasantly. " I had reason to suppose you were unacquainted with Mr. Bea-ton here." , "What reason?" her surprised tone slightly indignant. "I believe the gentleman so in-formed me. It chanced that we hud n slight controversy Inst night." "Over me?" "Over his curiosity regarding you who you were; your presence here. I informed him that it was none of Ills business, and that if he mentioned j our nnme In my presence again there was liable to be trouble. We scrapped it out." "You you scrapped it out? You mean there was a fight over me a barroom squabble over me?" "Not in a borroom; in the hotel of-fice. Benton drew a gun, and I had to slug him." "But the affair originated over me my name was brought into it?" she In-sisted. "You actually threatened him because he asked, about me?" "I reckon that was about how It started," he admitted slowly. "You see, I rather thought I was a sorter friend of yours, and that I ought to stand up for you." Iler eyes were scornful, angry. "Indeed! Well, permit me to say, Mr. Westcott, that I choose my own friends, nnd am perfectly competent to defend my own character. Tills closes our acquaintanceship." She moved about the end of the table and touched Beaton's sleeve with her fingers, ( "Would you escort me to the foot of the stairs?" she asked, her voice softening. VWe will leave tills bellig-erent Individual to his own company." Neither of them glanced back, the girl still speaking as they disappeared, but Westcott turned in his chair to watch them cross the room. He had no sense of anger, no desire to retali-ate, but he felt dazed and ns though the whole world wns suddenly turned upside down. So she really belonged wllh that outfit, did she? Well, It wns n good joke on him. Before he finished ills meal his mood hnd changed to tolernnt amusement. That the girl had deliberately deceived him was plain enough, revealed now in both her maimer and words. It was clear she renlly belonged to the Lacy crowd, and had no more use for him. He could scarcely comprehend the situation ; how a girl of her apparent rcfiii"tnent nnd gentiifty could ever be change of heart. This note might have a sinister purpose; be intended to deceive. No! lie would not be-lieve this. All his old lurking faith in her came back in a flash of revela-tion, lie would continue to believe in her, trust her, feel that some worthy purpose had influenced her strange action. And, above all, he would be at the lower bridge on the hour set. He wns back at the desk when Tim-mons returned. "What do I owe you, old mnn?" He paid the bill Jokingly and In the best of humor, careful to tell the proprietor thnt he wns leaving for his mine and might not return for sev-eral days. He possessed confidence that Timmons would make no secret of this in Haskell after his departure. He was glad to notice that Beaton observed him as he passed the Good Luck snloon and went tramping down the dusty road. The only carriage belonging to the town livery passed soon after his ar-rival, evidently bound for the station, and from his covert he recognized Beaton lolling carelessly In the back sent. This must mean thnt the mnn expected arrivals on the afternoon train, Important arrivals whom he de-sired to honor. There was no sign, however, of Miss Donovan; the time was up, yet with no evidence of her approach. Westcott waited patiently, arguing to himself that her delay might be caused by her wish to get Beaton well out of the way before she ventured to leave the hotel. At last he strode down the path to the bridge, and saw her leaning over the rail, staring at the ripples below. "Why," he exclaimed in surprise, "how long have you been here?" "Several minutes," and she turned to face him. "I waited until the car-riage passed before coming onto the bridge. I took the foot path from the hotel." "You sent for me ; there is some ex-planation, no doubt?" The lady smiled, lifting her eyes to his face. "There is." she answered. "A per-fectly satisfactory one, I believe but this place is too prominent, as I have a rather long story to tell." "There is a rock sent below. Just be-yond the clump of willows, quite out of sight from the road," he suggested. "Perhaps you would go with me there?" "What trail Is that?" "It lends to mines up the ennyon, my own Included, but Is not greatly traveled; the main trail Is farther east." She walked to the edge of the bridge and permitted him to assist her down the bank. There was something of reserve nbout her manner, which pre-vented Westcott from feeling ulto- - gaze she met that of her vis-a-v- fair-ly, nnd managed to smile. "Some chuck," he said in an at-tempt at "but not to remind you of the Waldorf-Astoria.- " "I should say not," she answered, testing one of her dishes cautiously. "But why associate me with New York?" "You can't hide those tilings in a Joint like tills. When did you leave New York?" "Oh, more than a week ago," she lied gracefully. He stroked his moustache. "Then I suppose you haven't much late New York news? Nothing startl-ing, I mean?" "No ; only what has been reported in the western papers. I do not recall anything particularly interesting." She dropped her eyes to her plate and busied herself with a piece of tough beef. "The usual murders, of course, and things of that kind." There was a moment's silence, then the man laughed as though slightly ill nt ease. "Whatever brought a girl like you down In here?" She smiled. "I'm n feature' writer; I'm doing a series on the West for Scribbler's," she told him. "I visit New Mexico next, but I'm after something else be-sides a description of mountains and men ; I'm also going to hunt up an old friend Interested In mining, who told me If ever I got out this way I must look him up. He wns continually sing-ing tills valley's charms, and so here l am. And I'm planning a great sur-prise on him. And, of course, I'm lit-erally drinking In atmosphere to say nothing of local color, which seems mostly to be men and revolvers." The mnn opposite wet his lips with ills tongue in an effort to speak, but the girl ' ns busy eating and appar-ently paid no attention. Her calm In-difference convinced him that her words were entirely innocent, nnd his audacity returned. "Well," he ventured, "do you agree with this prospector friend?" "The scenory, you mean?" glancing up brightly. "Why, it U wonderful, of courser and I am not ht all sorry hav-ing made the Journey, although li hardly compares with Tennessee Puns t "ZIs Meester Vest-c-ott?- " He Asked Softly. this was all carefully arranged, but thnt circumstances compelled them to act quickly and before they were entirely ready. Two unexpected oc-currence hurried them Into action." Enright the lawyer --ind the blonde La Rue. tTO BE CONTINUED.) The Suitcase . . . Was Wide dpen, Its Contents Disarranged. tinned down that side of the street for some distance. Through the rude win-dow at the post office the clerk pushed a platn mnnila envelope into her out-stretched hand. Evidently from the thinness of the letter, Farriss had but few Instructions to give and, thrusting the unopened missive into her hand-bag, she retraced her steps to her room. ' There she ventured a startled gasp. The suitcase which she had left closed upon the floor was open wide open tts contents disarranged. Some one had rummaged It thoroughly. And Miss Donovan knew thut she was under suspicion. The knowledge gave the girl a sud-den (!'''iil, but not of fenr. Insteud It served to strengthen her . There hnd been nothing In her vnlise So 1imv vslm she renlly was or why ' v" '! i l:il.e)l, and cunscnucntly, NO SPORT IN HUNTING SEAL Gathering In of the Helpless Creatures Simply Evolves Itself Into a Merciless Slaughter. Hunting the seal from ths Icy, storm-swe- coast of Newfoundland Is not sport J it is toil, whereby In part the Newfoundlander wins his scanty measure of bread, says Spare Moments. The hunt is a dull and hid-eous slaughter, scurrying pack and the Swinging and thrust of an iron-sho- d gaff, a merciless raining of blows, with a silent waste of Ice all splashed with red at the end of it There is no sport In this, not Is there any fear of hurt, for the seal pleads and whines like a child, even while the gaff is falling; but the chase Is beset with multitudinous and unfore-shadowe- d perils. The wind gathers the ice Into floes and jams It up against the coast, an immeasurable, Jagged expanse of It Interspersed with plains; then the Newfoundlander takes his food and his goggles, and sets out from his little hurbor, start-- ' lng at midnight that he may come up with the pack at dawn. But the wind which sweeps the ice in inevitably sweeps it out again without warning in an hour, or a day or a week ; nor does it pause to consider the situation of the men who are 20 miles off shore. It veers and freshens and drives the whole mass, grinding and heaving, far out to sea, where it disperses it into its separate fragments. The lives of the hunters depend up-on the watchfulness of the attenuated line of lookouts, from the women on the headland to the first sentinel with-in signniliig distance. UVCD MANY CENTURIES AGO Skeleton of Giant Wombat, Recently Found in Tasmania, Beliovtd to Be 20,000 Years Old. A complete skeleton recently discov-ered in the Mowbray marsh, on the far outskirts of the wild marshy regions of Northwest Tasmania confirms the existence 20,000 or 30,000 years ago of a giant wombat (one of the pouched animals peculiar to the Ant'pndes). The discovery was mode by Mr. Lovett, a farmer, who was digging a drain into the swamp. The skeleton lay burled In six feet of decayed vegetable matter resting on sand that was once the bed of a lake. Mr. Scott of the Lnuneeston museum, examined and excavated the skeleton and expressed the opinion that the animal had lived perhaps more than 20,000 years ago, says the London Daily Mail. It Is the only specimen yet discovered. In life the animal would be bigger than a mule, with four elephantine legs and a head very much like a bulldog. Experts liellevv it to be a smaller species of a gigantic marsupial approaching in s'ze the Brontosaurus (which weighed 80 to 00 tons). It lias long, bearlike tusks, and probably lived on herbs and was slow of movement. The present-da- y wombat Is a bur-rowing animal from two to three feet long, with a short, thick hotly, short Intra nnd very little tail. 8ugar Cane. 7 Sugar cane requires an abundance of sunshine and water and a deep, fer-tile soil. In planting the stalks are laid lengthwise in furrows, nnd each Joint sends up a shoot, which Inter produces suckers. When rendy for harvesting a field of sugar cane re-sembles a corn field, but the plants are somewhat larger and there nre no tassels and no ears. The stalks nt this time hnve been growing about 12 . months and have changed from green to reddish in color, while most of the lower leaves have fallen away. They are cut by hand with a long knife, stripped of their leaves nnd corrled on carts or small cars to the sugar mill. Milk and Meat Prevent Pellagra The most recent researches Into pel. lagra. Just published In the form of a report from the United States pub-lic health service, make it clear that deficiency of milk and fresh meat !n the diet is the principal cuuse of the disease. Dr. Joseph Ooldberger, to whom the world owes most of its knowledge of pellngrn, urges thnt more cows be In-troduced Into those regions of our Southern states in which pellagra Is most prevalent, and that fresh' meat markets be estab-lished. ' Taking the Sunny Side. Every street hns two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When two men shake hands and part rnnrk which of the two takes the sunny side; he will be the younger man of the two. Bulwer-Lytto- n. No Lack. In spite of the fact that there nr always so mnny people looking fot trouble and so mnny people finding It, there seems to be always enough trou-ble to keep everybody who. desires U supplied. At the Phone. "The operator has given me the wrong number," said tiie man's voice. "The number's all Iglit,' said the woman's voice. 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