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KUUL'fi Ki'KK. COURIER. GRANTS PASS, OREGON, PROFESSIONAL CARPS 3t C. FINDLEY, M. D. Practice limited to EYE, EAE, KOSE and THROAT. Glasses fitted and furnished. Office hours to 12; 2 to 6; and on ap pointment. Telephones 261 and 77. Gba.ts Pass. Oareo J)R. J. C. SMITH PHYSICIAN AND 6URGEON Phones, Office 36,5; Res. 1045. Residence cor. 7th and D streets. Office at National Drue Store. Gtuan Pass, - - 0too J)R. W. F. KREMER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Office in Courier Building. Office phone 911, residence 413. Eyes tested and glasses fitted. GbamtsPabs, ... Obiook gt LOUGHRIDGE, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Res Phone 714 City or country calls attended night or day. Bixtn ana ti, run ouuuing. Office Phone 361. GbantbPass - . Obeook. Children A Confinement Catet a Specialty. Contultation and Examination Frtt Phone CLARA BASHAW, D. O. ANNETTA BhCKWITH, D. O. OSTEOPATHIC PHYSICIANS 602 D Street Grants Pass, - Obook. Graduates of American School of Os teopathy, KirksvlUe, Mo. L B. HALL UNDERTAKER, FUNERAL DIRECTOR AND LICENSED EMBALMER. orth 6th tt., near Court House. Office Phone 761, Res. Phone 717. GbamtsPass, Obbook. JJ D. NORTON, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Praotioe In all State and Federal Courts. Offloe in Opera House Building. ChtAXTS Pabb, - CTtSXJOK Jt C. HOUGH, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Praetloes in all State and Federal Courts Offloe OTer Hair-Riddle Hardware Co. GbamtsPass, Obboom OLIVER &' BROWN, LAWYER. Offloe, upstairs, City Hall Gbahts Pass, Obioom. J. H. AUSTIN, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Union Building Kirby IIENDRICKS & JOHNSTON COUN8ELLOKS-AT-LAW Civil and criminal matters attended to in all the courts Real estate and Insurance. Office, Uh street, opposite Postoffloe. WILLIAM P WRIGHT, U. 8. DEPUTY SURVEYOR MINI NO ENGINEER AND DRAUGHTSMAN 0th St., north of Josephine Hotel. Grants Pahs, Okkgon. Charles Costain Wood Working Shop. West of flour mill, near R. R. track Tnrning. Scroll Work. KtsirWork, Band Hawing.l'ahinet Work, Wood I'ullrvs, Saw Piling anil gumming, Repairing all kinds. I'rlce riylit. The Popular Bsrber Shop Get your tousorial work done t IRA TOMPKINS' On Sixth Stieet Three chairs Hath Room in connection N. E. McGKEW,' PIONEER TRUCK and DELIVERY Furniture and llano Moving GRANTS PASS, OREGON. I want your bargains in rJ?iiiilm mid Miiiiltoi I jiikIn Can use a few homestead and tim ber relinquishments. P. O. llo. 3(i(, Roselmrj;, Oregon. Palace Barber Shop NATE BATES, Prop. Shaving, Hair Cutting isauis, jhtc. Evcryihing neat and clean and a work Klrht-t'lass. I Beverly of liUldUMdlil (Continued She was awakened In the middle of the night by the violent flapping of ber chamber window. Startled, she sat bolt upright and strained ber eyes to pierce the mysterious darkness. Aunt Fanny, on ber bed of grass, stlrrea convulsively, but did not awake. The blackness of the strange chamber was broken ever and anon by faint flashes of light from without, and she lived through long minutes of terror before it dawned upon her that a thunder storm was brewing. The wind was rising, and the night seemed agog with excitement Beverly crept from ber couch and felt ber way to the fluttering doorway. Drawing aside the blanket, she peered forth Into the nlgbt, ber heart jumping with terror. Her high ness was very much afraid of thunder and lightning. The fire lu the open bad died down until naught remained but a few glow ing embers. These were blown Into brilliancy by the wind, casting a steady red light over the scene. There was but one human figure In sight. Beside the tire stood the tail wanderer. He was hatles and coutlcss, and his arms were folded across bis chest. Seeming ly oblivious to the approach of the storm be stood sturlng into the heap of ashes at his feet. Ills face was toward ber, every feature plainly dlstingulsh able lu the fnint glow from the Are. To ber amazement the black patch was missing from his eye, 11 ml, whut sur prised her almost to the point of ex claiming aloud, there appeared to lie absolutely no reason for Its presence there at any time. There was no mark or blemish upon or about Hie eye. It was as clear and penetrating ns Its fellow, darkly gleaming In the red glow from below. Moreover. Beverly saw that he wns strikingly handsome a strong, manly face. The highly Im aginative southern girl's nil nil reverted to the first portraits of Napoleon she bad seen. Suddenly he started, threw up hi bend and. looking up to the sky. utter ed some strange words. Then lie strode abruptly toward her doorway. She fell back breathless. He stopped just outside, and she knew that be was llsteulng for sounds from vfthlu. Aft er many minutes she stealthily looked forth again. lie was standing near the fire, his back toward ber. looking off Into the night The wind was growing stronger. The breezes fanned the night Into a rush of shivery coolness. Constant flickering of lightning Illuminated the forest transforming the treetops into great black waves. Tali reeds along the riv er bank liegun to liend their tops, to swing themselves gently to and from the wind. lu the lowlands down from the cave wlli-o'-the-wisps played tag with jack-o'-lanterns, merrily scamper ing about In the blackness, remind ing her of the revelers in a famous Brockeu scene. Low moans grew out of the havoc, and voices seemed to speak lu unintelligible whispers to the agitated twigs and leaves. The se crets of the wind were being spread upon the records of the night. Tales of many climes passed through the ears of Nature. From gcutk- undulations the marsh land reeds swept Into lower dips, danced wilder minuets, lashed each oilier with Infatuated glee, mocklug the whistle of the wind with an ungry swish of their tall liodles. Around the cornices of the Inn of the Hawk and ltaven scurried the singing brcctcs, re luctant to leave 11 playground so pleas ing to the fancy. Soou the night bo catne n caldron, a surging, hissing, roaring receptacle In which were mix ing the Ingredients of disaster. Night birds Hupped through the moaning treetops lu search of shelter; reeds were tlatteneil to the earth. Isiwing to She miic him ftrotr if onus nfuft. the sovereignty of the wind; clouds roared with the rumble of a million chariots, and then the sky mid the earth met In one of those savage cou tllcts that iiiuUe all other warfare seem as play. As ItcM'i lv sank buck from the crush GEORGE BARR M'CIJTCHEON, Author of "CrauaUrk" tot from last week. ) , she saw blm throw his arms aloft as though inviting the elements to mass themselves and their energy upon his head. She shrieked involuntarily, and be beard the cry above the carnage. Instantly hla face was turned in ber direction. "Help! Help!" she cried. lie bound ed toward the swishing robes and blankets, but bis impulse bad found a rival In the blast Like a flash the walla of the guest chamber were whisked away, scuttling off Into the night or back into i'ue depths of the cavern. With the deluge came the man. From among the stifling robes he snatched ber up and bore her away, she knew not whither. CHAPTER VI. AY all storms be as pleasant as this -one!" Beverly beard some one say with a merry laugh. The next Instant aha wns placed soundly upon her feet A Minding flash of lightning revealed Bal Cus. the goat hunter, at ber aide, while a dozen shadowy figures were scram bling to their feet In all corners of the Hawk and Raven. Some one was clutching her by the dress at the knees. She did not have to look down to know that It was Aunt Fanny. "Goodness!" gusped Beverly, and then it was pitch dark again. The man at her side called out a command in bis own language and then turned bis face close to hers. "Do not be alarmed. We are quite safe now. The royal bedchamber has come to grief, however, I am sorry to say. What a fool I was not to have foreseen all this! The storm has been brewing since midnight." he was say ing to her. "Isn't it awful?" cried Beverly be tween a monn and a shriek. "They are trifles after one gets used to them." he said. "I have come to be quite at home In the tempest There arc other things much more annoying, I assure your highness. We shall have lights in a moment." Even as be spoke two or three lanterns began to flick feebly. . "Be quiet Aunt Fanny, you are not killed at all," commanded Beverly quite firmly. J "Ie bouse is suah to blow down, Miss yo' highness," groaned the trusty maidservant. Beverly laughed bravely but nervously with the tall goat hunter. He nt once set about making his guest comfortable and secure from the ef fects of the tempest, which was now at Its height. Her couch of cushions wns dragged fur back Into the covern and the rescued blankets, though drenched, again became a screen. "Do you Imagine that I'm going In there while this storm rages?" Beverly demanded as the work progressed. "Are yon not afraid of lightning? Most young women nre." "That's the trouble. I inn afraid of It. I'd much rjither stay out here where there Is company. You don't mind, do you 7" "rarmlUe cannot he spurned by one who iio'v fei Is Its warmth for the first time." lie sal. I gallantly. "Your fear is 1 :y lcli;rht. i'tay sit ww, our thr.me. it was once a htm:! carriage pall of leather, hut now It Is exulted. Besides, It Is much Dure comfortable than sonic of the glided chairs we hear about." "Vei l me given to Irony, I fear." she sali!. observing a peculiar smile on his l.'ns. "I crave pi.filon. your highness," he ai;l humbly. "The heart of the goat hunter Is more gentle than his wit. 1 siiall not ii;m!ii forget that you are a Hinccrs r.n.l I the veriest heggor." "1 didn't mean to hurt van!" tie tried In consternation, for she was 11! very poor example of what 11 prim 'ess I Is Mipposcd to be. I "There Is 110 wound, your highness." ! he quickly said. With 11 mocking grace i that almost angere',1 her he dropped to his knee and moiinucd for her to he j seated. She sit down suddenly, clap ! (lug her hands to her ears anil 9-1 1 1 1 1 - I ting her eyes tightly. Tne crash of j thunder that came at that instant was the most fenrfitl of all, and It was n ' full minute before she dared to lift her 1 lids again, lie was standing before; her, and there was genuine compassion In his fare. "It s terrible," he said, i ".Never before have 1 seen such a t storm. Have courage, your highness.' It can last but little longer." "lioodnoss:" said the real American girl, for want of something more c.v press! ve. , "Your servant has crept Into your ' couch. 1 fear. Shall I sit here at your feet? Perhaps you may feel a s'mull ' sense of security If I" 1 "Indeed, I want you to sit there," she cried. He forthwith threw him-' self upon the floor of the cove, a ' graceful, respectful guardian. Minutes' wear ty without a word from eith icr. I he noise of the storm made It ;ui- possi de to sp -a; and be heard, tered about the cm rn wcr li stretched i.illo.-.-ers. dou'.ths.s Seut is otit lisieen once more i.i all t". is turmoil. With uie nrst lull :a !.,. w.ir of the cle lie uicLis in', " I . t, (; r-juce to m. M thought that loug bud been struggling for release. "Why do you wear that horrid black patch over your eye?" she asked, a tnfic timidly. He muttered a sharp exclamation and clapped bis hand to his eye. For the first time since the beginning of their strange acqualnt ouceship B?verly .observed downright confusion lu this debonair knight of the wihis. "It hits bus sl!pied off," he stam mered, with a guilty griu. His merry insolence" was gone, his composure with it. Beverly laughed with keen enjoyment over the discomfiture of the shame faced vagnlMjud. "You can't fool me!" she exclaimed, shaking ber finger at bim in the most unconveutlorinl way. "It was Intend ed to bt- disguise. There is alwo luteiv nothing the matter with your eye." He was speechless for a moment, re-coverln-r himself. Wisdom is conceiv- I ed lu silence, and he knew this. Vaga I bond or gentleman, be was a clever I nctor. i "The eye Is weak, your highness, and I I cover it In the daytime to protect it I from the sunlight." he said coolly. "That's all very nice, but it looks to I be quite as good as the other. And I what is more. sir. you are not putting i the patch over the same eye that wore it when I first saw you. It was the left eye at sunset Does the trouble transfer after dark?" He broke Into an honest laugh and hastily moved the black patch across his nose to the left eye. "I was turned around in the dark ness, that's all." he said serenely. "It belongs over the left eye, and I am deeply grateful to you for discovering the error." "I don't see any especial reason why you should wear It after dark, do you? There Is no sunlight, I'm sure." "I am dazzled, nevertheless," he re torted. "Fiddlesticks!" she said. "This Is lave, not a drawing room." "In other words, I am a lout and not I courtier," he smiled. "Well, a lout may look at a princess. We have no court etiquette in the bills, 1 am sorry to say." "That was very unkind, even though you suid it most becomingly," she pro tested. "You have culled this pall a throne. Let us also Imagine thut you are a courtier." "You punish me most gently, your highness. 1 shall not forget my man ners again, believe me." He seemed thoroughly subdued. "Then I shall expect you to remove that horrid black thing. It is positive ly villainous. You look much better without It" "Is it an edict or a compliment?" he asked, with such deep gravity that she flushed. "It is neither," she answered.- "You don't have to take it off unless you want to" "In either event it is off. You were right. It serves as a partial disguise. I have many enemies and the black patch Is a very good friend." "now perfectly lovely," cried Bev erly. "Tell me nil about It. I adore stories about feuds and all that." "Your husband Is an American. He should be able to keep you well enter tained with bluod-uud-tliuuder stories." said he. "My bus What do you Oh, yes!" gasped Beverly. "To lie sure. I didn't hear you, I gus. That was rather a severe clap of thunder, wasn't It?" "Is that also a command?" "What do you mean?" "There was no thunderclap, you know." "Oh. wasn't there?" helplesslv. "The storm Is quite past. There is still n dash of rain lu the uir, and tiie wind may be dying hard, but a.-lde from that I think the noise Is quite sub dued." "I believe you are right. How sud den It all was." "There are several hours lietween this and dawn, your highness, and you should try to get a little more sleep. Y'our cushions are dry and" "Very well, sinco you are so eager to get rid of" began Beverly, und then etopped. for It ilid not sound partic ularly regal. "I should have said, you are very thoughtr'ul. You will call 'me If I sleep late?" "We shall start early, with your per mission. It Is forty miles to tianlooU. and we must be half wav there by nightfall." "Must 'we spend another night like this:" cried Beverly dolefully. "Alas. I fear you must endure us an other night. I am afraid, however, we slmil not find quarters as comfortable1 its those of tl Hawk and Raven." ! "1 didn't mean to he ungrateful and -er suippish," 8he said, wondering if he knew the meaning of the word. "No?" he said politely, and she knew! he did not. whereupon she felt dis-' tlnctly humbled. "You know you speak such excellent Kuglish." she said irrelevantly. lie bowed low. As he straightened' his thrure, to his amazement, he be-1 held r.n uu-otilzinsr look of horror on; her face, her eyes riveted oa the mouth ! of the cavern. Then there came an an-' grier souad. unlike any that had gone 1 before lu that uU'lit of turmoil. ! "Look there! Quick!" The cry or te rror from tha f.ipt'a i i palsied lips as she pointed to some- thing behind him awoke the mountain man to Instant action. Instinctively he snatched his long dagger from its , sheath and turned quickly. Not twen ty feet from them a huge catlike beast stood half crouched ou the edge of the darkno-i:. !.;s long tail switching1 grili. llV:,lt, j; Ilt from lmili t), . r , thei I M"' " uirew tiie Ion i tor soflked vi .is,- ;i- ' 11)10 "ld relief against tne black wall lieyond. Appar ently he was is much surprised as the two who glared nt blm, ns though frozen to the spot. A snarllug whine, a fierce growl. Indicated bis fury at finding his shelter, his lair, occupied. "My God! A mountain lion! Ra voue! Franz! To me!" he cried hoarse ly, and sprang before ber shouting loudly to the sleepers. A'score of men. half awake, grasp ed their weapons and struggled to their feet In answer to bis call. The lion's ptunt body shot through the air. In two hounds he was upon he goat hunter. Bahlos stood squarely and firmly to meet the rush of the mad dened beast, his long dagger poised for the death dealing blow. "Run!" he shouted to her. Beverly Calhoun hud fighting blood in her veins. Utterly unconscious of her action at the time, she quickly drew the little sliver handled revolver from the pocket of her gown. As man. beast and knife came together, In her excite ment she fired recklessly ut the com batants without any thought of the Imminent danger of killing her protect or. There was a wild scream of pain from the wounded lienut, more pistol shots, fierce yells from the excited hunters, the rush of feet, and then the terrified and almost frantic girl stng gered and fell against the rocky wall. Her wide gray eyes were fastened upon the writhing Hon, and the smok ing pistol wns tightly clutched In her bund. It hud all occurred lu such an in credibly short space of time that she could not yet realize what had hap pened. Her heart and brain seemed para lyzed, her limbs stiff and Immovable. Like tiie dizzy whirl of a kaleidoscope, the picture before her resolved Itself Into shape. The beast was gasping his last upon the rocky floor, the hilt of the goat hunter's dagger protruding from his Side. Baldos, supported by two of bis tnen, stood above the savage victim, ols legs covered with blood. The cave was full of smoke and the smell of powder. Out of the base she began to see the light of understanding. Baldot alone wns Injured. He had stood be tween her and the rush of the lion, and be had saved ber at a cost she knew not bow great "Ob, the blood!" she cried hoarsely. "Is It is it are you badly hurt?" She was at bis side, the pistol -falling from ber nervous fingers. "Don't come near me. I'm all right!" be cried quickly. "Take care your dress" "Ob, I'm so glad to bear you speak! Never mind the dress! You are torn to pieces! You must be frightfully hurt Oh, Isn't it terrible horrible Aunt Fanny! Come here this minute!'' Forgetting the beast and throwing off the paralysis of fear, she pushed one of the men away and grasped the arm of the injured man. He winced perceptibly, and she felt something warm and sticky on ber bands. She knew It wns blood, but it was not In ber to shrink at a moment like this. "l'our arm too!" she gasped. He smiled, although his face was white In her trvltcmcnt she fired rrc.icssfy. witli pain. "How brave you were You inl rht have been I'll never forget It never! Heft stand there. Aunt I'atmy! Qule! Got those cushions for him. lie's hurt." "Good Lawt'.!" was all the old worn an could say. but sho o'oeyed her mis tcess. u was eas;er tiiati it looked, your hi..'hnoss." murmured Hal los. "Luck was with me. The knife went to his heart. I am merely scratched. His leap was sia.rt. iHit be c.iii'.-ht me above the ktieo with his claws. Alas your highness, these trousers of mint were bad etiou :h heore, but now they are m stireu,-. Uit patching l shall have to do! And voti m iv we'l lmnin,. we are short of thread and needles and thimbles. "Don't jest, for heaven's sake! Don't talk like that Here! Lie down upon these cushions uiul" Never. Desecrate the couch of orausturks ruler? I. the poor goat hunter? I ll use the lion for a pillow and the ris k for an oierat!ug table. In ten minutes my men can have these scratches dresed and bound-In fact there Is a surgical student among them, poor follow. I think I am bis first pa tient. Ravone, attend me." He threw himself upon the ground and calmly placed his head upon the body of the animal. "I Insist upon your taking these cushions," cried Beverlyr- - s. . "And 1 -decline irrevocably." She stared at him In positive anger. "Trust Ravone to dress these trifling wounds, vour highness. Ho .maj not be as gentle, but he is as firm as any prin cess In all the world." "But your arm?' she cried. "Didn't you say It was your legs? Your arm Is covered with blood .too. Oht dear me I'm afraid you are frightfully wound ed." "A stray bullet from one of my men struck me there, I think. You know there was but little time for aiming" "Walt! Let me think a minute! Good heavens!" she exclaimed, with a start Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears, and there was a break In ber voice. "I shot you! Don't deny It don't! It Is the right arm, and your men could not have hit it from where they stood. Oh, oh, oh!" r Baldos smiled as he bared hla arm. "Your aim was good." he admitted. "Had not my knife already been in the lion's heart your bullet would have gone there. It Is my misfortune that my arm was in the way. Besides, your highness, It has only cut through the skin, and a little below, perhaps, it will be well In a day or two. I am sure you will find your bullet in the7 carcass of our lamented friend, the probable owner of this place." Ravone, a hungry looking youth, took charge of the wounded leader, while her highness retreated to the farthest corner of the cavern. There she sat and trembled while the wounds were being dressed. Aunt Fanny bustled back and forth, first Unceremoniously pushing her way through the circle of men to take observations and then re porting to the Impatient girl. The storm had passed, and the night was still except for the rush of the river. Raindrops fell now and then from the trees, glistening like diamonds as they touched the light from the cavern's mouth. It was all very dreary, uncan ny and oppressive to poor Beverly. Now and then she caught herself sobbing, more out of shame and humiliation than in sadness, for had she not shot the man who stepped between ber and death? What must be think of her? "He says yo' all 'd bettah go to bald. Miss Bev yo' highness," said Aunt Fanny after one of her trips. "Oh. he does, does be?" sniffed Bev erly. "I'll go to bed when I please. Tell him so. No, uo don't do It, Aunt Fanny! Tell him I'll go to bed when I'm sure he la quite comfortable, not liefore." "But he's Job' a goat puncbeh er a"- "He's a mun, If there ever was. one. Don't let me bear you call blm a goat puncher again. How are his legs?" Aunt Fauny was almost stunned by this umazing question from ber ever decorous mistress. "Why don't you answer? Will they have to be cut off? Didn't you see them?" "Fo' de Lawd's sake, missy, co'se Ah did, but yo' all kiudeh susprise me. Dey'a p'etty bad skun up, missy; de hide's peeled up consld'ble. But hit sin' dang'ius, no, ma'am Jes' skun; at'a all." "And his arm where I shot blm?" "PuffecTy trlfiln', ma'am yo' high ness. Cobwebs 'd stop de bleedln', an' Ah tole 'era so, but 'at felleh couldn' an'stan' me. Misteh Wbat's-bls-uame, he says soraethiu' to do docteh, an' den dey goes afteh de cobwebs, suah 'nougb. 'Tain' bleedln' no mo', missy. He's mostes peah doln' ve'y fine. Co'se he caln' walk fo' sev'l days wiv dem lalgs o' hls'n, but" "Then, In heaven's name, how are we to get to Edelweiss?" "He c'n tide, caln't he? Wha'a to hlndeh him?" Quite right He Bhulfrlde Inside the coach. Oo and see if I can do any thing for him." Aunt Fanny returned In a few min utes. "He says yo'll do him a great favoh If yo' Jes' go to bald. He sends his 'spects an' hopes yo' slumbeh won' be dlstubbed ng'ln." "He's n perrcct brute!" exclaimed Beverly, but she went over and crawl ed uuder the blankets and among the cushions the wounded man had scorned. CHAPTER VII. riERE was a soft, warm, yel low glow to the world when Beverly Calhoun next looked upon it The sun from bis T throne lu the mountain tops was smil ing down upon the valley the night hud ravaged while he was on the other side of the earth. The leaves' of the trees were a softer green, the white of the rocks and the yellow of the road were of 11 gentler tint. The brown and green reeds were proudly erect once more. The fjtlrriu-: of the mountain men had awakened Aunt Fanny, and she in turn called her mistress from the sur prisingly peaceful slumber Into which perfect health had sent ber not so jnany hours be-fore. At the entrance to the improvised bedchamber stoed buckets of water from the spring. "We have very thoughtful chamber maids." remarked Beverly while Aunt Fanny was putting her hair into pre sentable shape. "And nn energetic cook." she ndded as the odor of broil ed meat came to her nostrils. "Ah cain' see nothin o' dat beastes. Miss Beverly, nn' Ah Ah got mah sus picions." said Aunt Fanny, with sepul chral despair lu her voice. "They've thrown the awful thing Into the river." coucluded Beverly. "Dey'a cooklu' hit!" said Aunt; Fanny solemnly. "Good heaven, uo!" cried Beverly. "Go and see. this minute. I wouldn't eat that catlike thing for the whole , world." Aunt Fanny came back a few ' minutes later with the assurance that they were roasting gont meat The skin of the midnight visitor was stretched 111 iou the ground not far (To be continued.)