“Again!" growled Molyneux. "I seem ,
Experience of an Old- Timet in
unable to give that brute the slip.”
Through the open window he heard
the H ilda of Idaho.
the roar of a motor-car. It ceased aa
“
In
the
winter of ’67,” said an old
it drew near to the building. Up and
now in Uncle Sam's service,
down paced the fugitive, fuming and at
, miner,
fretting.
' Washington, “ I was living In a
by myself In the mountains of
Suddenly he turned Bwiftly. The cabin
Idaho, about seven miles from Idaho
door was open, and he heard the City,
my
nearest and ouly neighbor
^P/CtlÀfiD CAMDEN.
or S farti .
voice of Geoffrey s servant:
the postmaster, an Irishman and
“No, he will not be long, madam; bachelor, who kept the toll home be­
and If you will wait—ah. I had for­ tween Idaho City and the udjolnlng
ghe was sitting astern, in a pretty lshed. Mannering’s resolution had gotten."
mountain towns.
.Jck of blue and white, and a big broken down at the last moment. He
A well-dressed and beautiful figure
* > miles
My cabin wr.« shout two
shading her eyes from the sun. would make the trip to Worthing after entered the room. Seeing Molyneux, to “ the
East, directly among the
Se was reading a book while waiting all.
she uttered a sry of astonishment. mountains. The snow which had
a
a
a
a
a
a
•
hr the boat to start. The Spray, a
Molyneux, whose feelings never be­ been falling at Intervals for several
"Put your hands higher up, Verna, trayed him, turned to the servant and months, lay about 10 feet on a level
„¡all pleasure steamer, tuggsd at her
nearer to my neck. Wa are safe if dismissed him with a couple of words. around my cabin, and my only
¡¿¿ring ropes off Brighton pier.
The Honorable Geoffrey Mannerlng you keep still.”
Then he faced the newcomer; he took method of travel was by snow shoes.
The swimmer rose on the crest of a her hands; he looked long and ardent­ “I had made my tri-weekly run to
■«tched from the deck of the West
Pier this fragile figure of a girl. There long green swell, travelling shoreward. ly Into her face, which paled, then see if the stage had brought any let­
A terrible explosion had occurred in burned with crimson.
¿ss’sometbing more than admiration
ters to the toll bouse for me; and
the engine room of the Spray. She
"Claire! You here? After all these while adjusting my snow shoes, pre­
h bis gaze.
paratory to starting hack, I heard a
•I've been caddish enough," he mut­ had sunk in less than fifteen minutes, years!”
tered. “The girl is scarcely more than with her return Journey but half ac­ The woman trembled. In a moment bellowing and pawing. A Texas
complished.
There
had
been
no
panic,
. stranger to me. The loan of au um­
the deeps of a passion she believed she steer, which had separated himself
brella In a soaking downpour made us but her two boats were filled to the had sealed forever, broke forth. She from the herd which had lately
•mualnted. I should not have presum­ very gunwales with their human clung, almost fainting, to his broad passed toward the town, was angrily
ed uPon such a trlvlality, but—but”— freight. Six men were venturing to shoulders. Richard Molyneux It wai shaking his head at me about 100
he broke off as the siren of the Spray swim to meet the boats, putting off whom she had loved in the past. He feet distant. lie had run past the
shrieked Impatiently—“but I fell in from the Bhore. Geoffrey Mannerlng exercised an extraordinary fascination house from the road up the little
straight path which Pat had kept
lore with her upon the spot.” he added, was one of them. He had assured over Claire Ashberry.
to his spring, and after drink­
"1 came to see Geoffrey,” she ex­ open
•and that's the plain, sweat, madden­ Verna of his ability to save her if she
would trust herself to him rather than plained hurriedly. "I am staying at ing and turning around, had become
ing truth.”
the snow being at least
Hastings. He expected me at Brigh­ bewildered,
A band commenced to play softly to the overladen boats.
feet deep on either side of the
Verna kept perfectly still. Her feet ton to-day. I came over to tell him eight
ander the bridge of the boat. Verna
path.
Moore glanced up at the sound, and trull lug in the water gave her a terri­ that I must deter my visit. That is
“This was my direct route home.and
Geoffrey turned away Bwiftly, moving fying sensation as of floating upon in­ all. And you—you—what are you do­ although, if I had kept on top of the
finite
depth.
ing
here,
in
this
room?
Geoffrey's
off with long strides.
snow, he could not have pursued me,
The strong frame of the swimmer room?"
“I must not go; I must not, really.”
the spirit of my school-boy days re­
“Didn't you know that he was a vived. and I removed my snow shoes
be told himself. Heaven forbid that supporting her moved forward with
its steady strokes. How calm he seem­ friend of mine?”
I should win her heart!”
and immediately made two little icy
“A friend—to you?” Claire disengag­ snow balls.
Verna had seen Geoffrey as he ed; how confident! At that moment she
At right angles with
tamed away. A glow of color swam loved him most; yet at that moment ed herself from those strong arms.
the path to the spring another and a
“
I
m
.
him
two
hours
back.
He
similar path had been cleared to a
¿to her cheeks, followed by a look of she knew that she might never be
promised to hide me.”
his.
cabin about the. same distance from
disappointment.
“
To
hide
you?"
The
voice
rang
out
On
the
return
Journey
to
Brighton,
the toll house. As I fired the two
Verna Moore was a governess. She
in
alarm.
“
True
enough.
”
Geoffrey
had
told
her
all;
had
made
had been sent to Brighton to recover
Molyneux laughed bitterly. “Come
from the effects of an illness. She his confession. He had said; “I love
had met Geoffrey Mannering there for you; loved you from the day that we here,” said he, drawing her to the win­
dow. “You see that man—ah, there are
met. “That is all my defence.”
the first time.
There had been a long and dreadful three of them. Trapped!”
“Yes, I'm in love; but, having made
Forgetful of everything save his
the confession to myself, I must forget pause, while she wrestled with her
it, drop this affair like a hot coal,” pain, with her temptation. Then she danger, Claire Ashberry clung to Moly­
neux
’s arm. “Who are they, Richard?
had
answered:
“
We
must
say
goodbye.
Geoffrey told himself. “It is just mad­
ness, and Claire coming down to We must never meet again. When we Who are those men?” she demanded
land, we must shake hands for the last imperiously.
Brighton to-day!”
"Police officers. Let me go, dear one.
Madness, it was. For the Hon. Geof­ time. You could not help loving me
frey Mannering was engaged to be any more than I could help loving you. Yes, the old game. State papers; a Se­
married to Claire Ashberry, a baro­ Yes, I love you; but thlB is a barrier cret sold. You'd better let me go. I
must escape.
net’s daughter, and an heiress. It had which we cannot overcome.”
MADE A DASH FOR THE CABIN
And then, almost immediately after­ “You must escape; you shall!" cried
been an early attachment; It had grad­
ually developed into an engagement, wards, the accident had occurred. The Claire, wildly.
“How?” The thing’s Impossible. If halls in rapid succession, striking
partly because everyone expected that sea was very cold; the warm suns of
him with one in his eye, and with
it would, and Society Insisted upon it. summer had not yet penetrated its I had a fast car—”
the other on his forehead, the steer
You
have!
There
is
mine;
it
is
wait
­
chilly
bosom.
He
was
becoming
stiff
Yet now, Geoffrey remembered certain
ing for me. Come—oh( come quickly!” again bellowed with rage, and lower­
ing his read, made a rush for me.
she implored.
course I could have simply turned
For an instant Molyneux stood irres- Of
and
gone in the toll house, but I
solute; then he said quite calmly:
thought to prolong the excitement,
“I will. And you?”
and so made a dash for the cabin.
“I go with you," said Claire steadily. As I neared it, I saw with dismay
“I shall strike northward into the that it was unoccupied and fastened
Dover road, if possible, and quit Eng­ with chain and padlock on the out­
land to-night,” he answered.
side. The path ended at the cabin
"Where you go, I go also,” said with ten feet of snow piled at my
Claire.
left and in front, the walls as smooth
They ran from the room. The car ; and perpendicular as a house.
"One thinks quickly at such mo­
waited at the rear of the hotel. A
minute later they were flying like a ments, and tho ridge pole which usu­
ally extends from minors’ cabins a
gale down the King’s Road.
foot or more beyond tlie main build­
•
•••»•
a
ing on which to hang meat and game
proved
my salvation. I do not know
“You mean to tell me, Clarkson, se­
riously, that I have been in bed three how high a Jump I made to grasp It,
but I am sure that I never equaled it
days?”
before or since.
“Three days, sir,” answered Geof­
“As I swung my body over the pole
frey’s servant.
the horns of the infuriated animal
“A queer yarn, this, that you tell me ripped off the lower part of my out­
about those two visitors,” went on side woollen shirt, and while I
Geoffrey, thoughtfully. "They went off smiled down serenely from mv point
together, you say? Geoffrey broke the of vantage. I most devoutly thanked
seal of the letter which had Just ar­ the good Lord that He never fails to
rived, and which bore a foreign post­ keep good watch over drunken men
mark. He sat as if stunned, while his and fools.”
eyes read again and again one passage
in the communication:
WBEX LOST IS THE WOODS.
I
“Call my conduct madness, or by
whatever term you will. I cannot fight
If You Have an Axe, You May Not
against fate. I have married Richard
Have a Bad Time.
Molyneux. We shall live abroad. He
has promised me many things. Forgive
To got lost in the woods I'M not an
me. Goeffrey; or if you cannot forgive, uncommon occurrence, and what to do
forget me.”
under the circumstances is so well told
Geoffrey rose after a long silence. by Horace Kephart in “Field and
He turned his steps toward the Old Stream” that readers, fond of camping
Steyne, but he had not covered a hun­ and woodcraft will be interested:
dred yards before he saw her—Verna—
“The first thing that one should do
sitting on a chair on the Brunswick when he realizes that he bos lost his
lawns. She was looking out to sea. A bearings in a wild country is to stop
gorgeous sunset had purpled the wa­ and sit down. Don't take one more
ters of the channel.
step until you have recovered your wits
Geoffrey went up to her. softly, slow­ so that you can trace on the ground
ly, so that she did not hear his ap­ with a stick your probable course
proach. And, leaning over her chair, since leaving the camp, and mark on it
the estimated location of such water
suddenly, he whispered in her ear:
IT WAS NOT GOOD-BYE —AFTER ALL I
"Verna, it was not good bye—after courses and other landmarks as you
have passed. Then make up your mind
cold. The girl’s weight, which all!”
that if you must stay out all night,
words which Claire Ashberry once with
bad felt so light at first, now pressed
alone in the woods, it is no killing
spoke to him.
him lower and lower . The sea kept
matter, but likely an interesting ad­
LIOS AGAISST TIGER.
"I have always liked you,” she had washing over his face. Onward be
venture. naving recovered your men­
•aid, “and am willing to become your swam,
though
drawing
now
upon that
tal balance, take note of the lay of the
wife; yet I must tell you that anoth­ strength which despair will give. At
the
land around you. the direction of its
er—you need not know his name— a furlong from the shore be was seen. Greater Bravery Shown By
drainage,
the character of its vegeta­
Smaller Animal.
•woke a feeling deeper than liking, and A boat turned his way. Then came
tion,
and the hospitalities that it offers
claimed my heart. But there were ob­ a final struggle to keep afloat He was
The owner of a one-ring circus frav
stacles In the way; my parents came dragged on board with his burden eling through the West this summer to a night-bound traveler, in the way
tietween us, and he went abroad, prom­ when at the point of utter exhaustion. found himself in sore straits through of drinking-water, sound down wood,
natural shelter and browBe. Then
ising never to see me again.”
The journey shoreward gave him the death of a much advertised lion
Again the Spray shrieked for more time to recover strength. With his which was the star attraction of the blaze a tree on four sides—make big
blazes that can be seen from any di­
Passengers for her trip to Worthing. own hands he lifted Verna into a cab. show. With a fertility born of ne­ rection.
Do this even though there be
She would start in five minutes. Geof­ They were driven to her lodgings in cessity he advertised .n the nearby several hours
of daylight ahead, and al­
frey hesitated.
Cid Ste.vne. He took her in his arms papers for a "brave man.” A good, though you have no present intention
A hand was laid upon his shoulder, and gave her one long, passionate kiss. strapping Irisnman applied for the po- of staying here; for you do know that
•nd a voice said, speaking in a low Then, with a repressed sob, he left sition.
this sj>ot is only so many hours from
tone:
her. He was never to meet Verna
"My pet lion has Just died," said the camp by bnck trail, and that you may
"Why, Mannerlng, is ft you?”
again. She had pointed his way of snowmuu,
showman, "and
give you
<».... ■ I . will
have good reason to return to it
• ------
Geoffrey turned. He was face to
if you will
robe
“Now try to get an outlook over the
and he must follow it
i a A day aa,
---- ------
. yourself In his
face with an exceedingly handsome duty,
Geoffrey turned his steps toward his anm
skin
and
go
through
his
tricks.
All
surrounding country. In flat woods
man.
you
have
is
two
performances
a
day;
this will be difficult If you can risk
hotel.
“Molyneux—you!”
It was afternoon. A procession of cash money.” The Irishman readily climbing a tall tree do so. Select one
“Hush! for heaven’s sake!” expostu­ every conceivable kind of carriage assented to the proposition and being that you can climb, and having gained
lated the other, turning pale.
rolled along the King's Road. By the of bright wit and intelligence soon your outlook, note the compass direc­
“Ah! You are watched—as usual? Brunswick lawns, tearing along the learned all that was required of him. tion of watercourses and other land­
Still playing vour deep and perilous I front at a mad speed, came a powerful The first afternoon of the show he marks, mapping them on a bit of
games?
motor car. The driver was a man. and went through the paces well, enclosed paper, for a lost man’s memory Is
“Yes, yes. I’m in a bad f-x, a tight at his sk'e, closely veiled, sat a lady. in a large iron cage and occasionally treacherous. The courses of small
corner, 1 must hide for a spell.”
I Scarcely perceiving the rushing car. emitting a roar to startle the guileless Streams show whore the main valley
"What—in England? In Brighton? I Geoffrey crossed in front of it. A loud countrymen. In the evening the man­ Iles. Decide where to go. take the com­
could understand it in Vienna—where shout and a furious bellow from a horn ager thought he would cap the climax pass direction, note bow the sun strikes
we met last six years back. A political made him look up as he dashed tor­ by announcing to the audience that tic It. and descend.
•Py who steals a secret from the Aus­
would place the lion in the tiger’s
"Now, as you travel, make bush­
I.
trians might as well be in Vesuvius va. Surely
he knew the driver? And that cage. On hearing this the son of Erin marks by making blazes on trees or
veiled lady? Something in the poise of I was terrified beyond comprehension. breaking a shrub here and there along
*s on Austrian soil, and----- ”
“No, you are wrong, I'm wanted in her body suggested a name—but no, i However, with trembling steps he went the trail, so you will easily follow your
England. Certain papers I obliged the he told himself that, he was half silly, I into the tiger’s cage, but at once crept way bnck should you have to pass the
up into a comer, praying to himself. ulght in the woods.”
German Government with. You under­ nearly dropping with fatigue.
stand?”
Geoffrey staggered into hfs rooms. “Faith, God help me in this terrible
Geoffrey drew back, his face flushed His valet met him just in time to save trouble,” he moaned. “Rape away
Americans Going to Mexico.
With anger. "What!” he exclaimed, him from falling. For at that mo­ from me the scratches of the big cat.”
“G’wan.” replied the tiger, “phwat
ment his senses left him, and he lost
you stooped so low as that?”
During the last two years over 1.1500
yer snaking up there like that, ain’t Immigrants from Oklahoma and other
A fortune was in it.”
consciousness.
meself too a wearer of the green?”
“You traitor;’1
a
a
a
a
a
a
a
parts of the Southwest have located
’Curse it! Speak quietly. I belong
It was an hour before the accident
In the single State of Tamaulipas.
to no nationality. I serve all who ask which sank the Spray in six fathoms
Mexico. Th, j have made a settlement
Flight
of
Hulloonn.
You know that. Come, hide me off Brighton beach.
known as the Blaylock Colony, Just
•omewhere! For old times’ sake!”
Richard Molyneux, ex-army officer,
On his recent visit at Ostend, the west of Escanden on the Gulf Rail
A bell clanged on board the Spray. eámester. spy. duellist, waited in much Shah of Persia had a whole lot of fnn way. and have built churches, school
Ocoffrey snatched at his card cas". perturbation In Geoffrey’s private sit­ when be cut a string bolding 100 toy bouses and stores, and enjoy tlie
¡cribbling a line. "There,” he sail. ting room at the Hotel C----- .
balloons which a woman was offering fullest liberty of action. So It seems
.8° to the-------
Hotel C—, give my man
Molyneux noticed that the space be­ for sale. He laughed heartily at her that Americans are crossing
that card. He’ll look after you until tween the portico grounds and the distress, but later paid her amply for sonthern lmnndary as they
n< - te rn one to Canada.
l’stant sea was patrolled by a gei.
Is Joko;
nd ’hanks. Geoffrey I? úcotanly-looklng fellow.
’en’rnce was left unfin I
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