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THE GATE CITY JOURNAL gjniiiiiiiiiiiiiim iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiininiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiHniiiiiiiiiiiir iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiia THE HIGHGRADER C o p y rig h t by O. W. D illin g h a m Co. Tniiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirñ SYNOPBfg.— Word that their nightly fro.lcs are distaateful to a party of "high-toned British ers” recently arrived at the Lodge, amoig them an army cap tain and hlj slater of the same name as himself, is brought to Jack Kllmefey (known to his in timates an Crumbs) and some friends camping on the Gunnison In Colorado. Called to account for the upio*r by Dobyans Verln- der, snobbit^h millionaire, mem ber of the British party. Jack snubs that individual and has a fatendly chat with Moya Dwight, attractive Irish girl. Jack has no use for his British relatives, two of whom hi knows are at the Dodge. While fishing, Jack again meets Miss Dwight, and by her is introduced to the other mem bers of the party, chief of whom are Lord and I«ady Farquhar, as "Mr. Crumbs." Jack is immensely Impressed by the loveliness of Joyce Seldom, companion of Moya. Next day, at Gunnison, the Fa r quhar party sees "Mr. Crumbs" win the bucking broncho cham pionship. He disappears after the contest. On their way home Moya and her companions are over taken by a sheriff s posse In pur suit of two men who have robbed the treasurer of the County Fair association of tlie proceeds of the show. The sheriff declares the men are Jack Kllmepy ("Crumbs") and his friend Colter. Captain Kilmeny and his sister realize that Jack is their cousin. His participation In the robbery seems assured. Jack meets Moya and convinces her of his Innocence of th«* crime charged against him. Joined by the Farquhar party. Jack's relationship to Captain Kilmeny and his sister Is estab lished. He leaves them. With Jack Kilmeny his prisoner, the sheriff makes a short stay at the Lodge. Jack, on leaving, takes the captain's hat Instead of his own. In Jack's hat Moya and In- dia discover a paper giving direc tions for finding a package. Captain Kilmeny and the two lrls find It— the money stolen rom the fair association. Con vinc'd that Jack is altogether unworthy of her thoughts, Moya becomes engaged to Captain K i l meny, who has long been her suitor Meeting Jack, Moya frankly tells him the discovery of the "loot" has convinced her he I h a thief. She Incidentally re veals the fact that Captain Kil meny is on his way to return the money. Jack leaves her. The Captain Is held up and robbed of the cash. Jack admits the hold up. explains the mystery and is restored to the confidence of the visitors. Moya and Joyce Seldon are caught In a blizzard. They seek refuge in the cabin of two miners— and are in worse dan ger. Jack arrives and fights the two miners. f CHAPTER IX— Continued Tli<> wild swinging Mows of the Cor- nlshnmn landed heavily from time to time, hut Ids opponent’s elbow or fore arm often broke the force. The llght- er man was slippery us an eel, as hard to hit as a Corbett. Meanwhile, he w h s cutting his foe to ribbons, slush- in « nt Min with swift drives that car ried the full force of one hundred «evenly five pounds, sending home damaging blows to the body that fdayed the mischief with his wind. The big miner s fare wns a projection map with wheals for mountains and with rivers represented by red trickles o f blood. Quartering round the room they came again to the drllla. I’eale, pant ing anil desperate, stooped for one of them. As he rose unsteadily Kilmeny closed, threw him hard, and fell on fop. Jink beut savagely the swollen upturned fare tvllli short arm Jolts until the fellow relaxed Ills hold with u moan. “ !>cinn't 'ee kill me, mon. I’ve had enough,” he grunted. Kilmeny sprang to his feet, caught up the lair i»f steel, and poked the prostrate men In the ribs with It. “ (Jet ti|>,” he ordered. “ You’re a pair of cowardly brutes. Can’t he de cent to a couple of helpless women 111 your power. Can’t play fair In a tight with a man half the size of one of you i!et up. I say. anil throw a dip perfnl of water In Trefoyle’s face, lie s not dead by n long shot, though lie deserves t.i be.” I'eule clambered to his feel In sulky sulimission mid did as he wns told. Slowly Trefoyle's eyelids flickered open. “ What ho wrong wl’ un?" he asked, trying to sit up. ' You got wbat wns coming to you. Is It enough, or do you want more'/” ” !>ld 'ee lilt ine, lad. Kegs, It's enough. I give you best.” "Then get up. We'll go hack to the house for blankets and fuel. You'll sleep tonight with the horses In the funnel.” The two girls shivering In the hot room heard the footsteps of the re turning nun ss they crunched the «now. Moya sat opposite the door, white to the lips, her hand resting on the table and holding the revolver. Joyce had sunk down on the bed and Imd covered her face with her hands. A cheerful voice called to them from outside. “ All right. Everything settled. Let us ill. please." Moya flew to the door and unbolted It The Cnrnlshmen came In first, and after them Kilmeny. At sight of the ravages of war Joyce gave a little cry of amazement. The big mlnera were covered with blood. They had the cowed hangdog look o f thoroughly beaten men. Jaek'a face too was a sight, but he still walked apringlly. lie gave curt commands and the oil rs obeyed him without a word Almost the first thing he did was to step to the table und fling the whisky bottle through the door into the storm. “ We’ll not need that,” he said. One of the miners gathered up their extra blankets while the other took a load of firewood. As soon as they had gone Joyce cried breathlessly, “ You fought them." Jack looked at her and his eyes softened. All men answered to the appeal o f her beauty. “ We had a lit tle argument. They couldn't see It my way. But they're satisfied now.” Moya bit her lower lip. Her eyes were shining with tears. A queer emotion welled up In her heart. But It was Joyce who put their thanks Into words. “ You saved us. You’re the bravest man I ever saw,” ahe cried. A deeper color rose to the embar rassed face of the young man. “ I expect you didn't need any saving to speak of. The boys got too ambitious. That's about all." He was thinking that she was the most beautiful crea ture he had ever set eyes upon and thanking his lucky stars that he had come along In the nick of time. "You can say that, Mr. Kilmeny, but we know.” she answered softly. “ All right. Have It your own way, Miss Seldon," he returned with a smile. "You'll let us doctor your wounds, won’t you?” Moya asked shyly. He laughed like a hoy. "You're making me ashamed. I haven't any wounds. I ought to have washed the blood off before I came In, but I didn’t have a chance. All I need Is a basin of water and a towel." The girl ran to get them for him. He protested, laughing, but was none the less pleased while they hovered about him. "Such a dirty towel. Don't you suppose there's a clean one some where?’’ Joyce said with a little move of disgust us she handed It to him. He shook his head. “ It's like the one In ‘The Virginian’—been too popu lar." Moya gave him the scarf that had been around her head while she was riding. “Take this. No. . . . I, want you to use It . . . please.” After he had dried his face Jack ex plained their disposition for the night. “ We'll stay in the tunnel. You’ll he alone here— and quite safe. No need to be in the least nervous. Make yourselves comfortable till morning If you cun." "And you—do you mean that you’re going hack . . . to those men?” Moya asked. “ They're quite tame— ready to eat out of my hand. Don’t wort[y ubout me." "But I don't want you to go. I’m afraid to be alone. Stay here wltti us, Mr. Kilmeny. I don't cure ubout sleeping,” Joyce begged. "There’s nothing to be afraid of— and you need your sleep. I'll not be fur away. You couldn't be safer In Goldhanks. I'll he on guard all night, you know," he reassured. It escaped him for the moment that Joyce was thinking about her own safety, while Moya was anxious about Ids. hut Inter he was to remember It. He had not been gone ten minutes before Joyce was sound asleep. She trusted him anil she trusted Moya, and for her that was enough. All her life she had relied on somebody else to hear the brunt of her troubles. But the girl with the powdered freckles beneath the dusky eyes carried her own burdens. She too had Implicit confidence In the champion who had come out of the storm to help them and had taken Ills life In hand to do It. Her heart went out to him with all the passionate ardor of generous youth. She hud never met such a man. so strong, so masterful, and yet so boyish. Her brain wns far too active for slumber. She sut before the stove and went over the adventures of the past two hours. How strange that they had met him again In this dra matic fashion. Perhaps he lived at Goldhanks now nnd they would see more of him. She hoped so mightily, even though there persisted In her mind a picture of Ills blue-gray eyes pnying homage to Joyce. The storm had blown Itself out be fore morning. A white world sparkled with flashes of sunlight when Mo.va opened the door of the cabin and gazed out. Looking down Into the peaceful valley below, It was hard to believe that death had called to them so loudly only a few hours earlier. Kilmeny emerged from the shaft- house and railed a cheerful good morning across to her. "How did you sleep?” he shouted as he crunched across the snow to ward her. “ Not so very well. Joyce slept for both of us." Their smile* met. They had been comrades In the determination to shield her from whatever difficulties the situation might hold. " I’m glad. Is she quite herself this morning? Last night she was very tired and a good deal alarmed." "Yes. After you came Joyce did not worry any more. She knew you would see that everything came right.” The color crept Into hU bronzed face. "Did she say so?" "Yes. But It was not what she said. I could tell." “ I'm glad I could do what I did.” The eyes that looked at him were luminous. Something sweet and mock ing glowed In them Inscrutably. He knew her gallant soul approved him, and his heart lifted with gladness. The beauty of her companion fas cinated him, but he divined In this Irish girl the fine thread of loyalty that lifted her character out of the commonplace. Her slender, vivid per sonality breathed vigor of the spirit wholly engaging. Joyce Joined her friends In the door way. With her cheeks still flushed from sleep and her hair a little di sheveled, she reminded Jack of a beau tiful crumpled rose leaf. Since her charm was less an expression of an inner quality, she needed more than Moya the adventitious aids of dress. The young woman's smile came out warmly at sight of Kilmeny. It was her custcm always to appropriate the available man. Toward this bronzed young fellow with the splendid throat sloping into muscular shoulders she felt very kindly this Morning. He had stood between her and trouble. He was so patently an admirer of Joyce Seldon. And on his own merits the virility and good looks of him drew her admiration. At sight of the bruises on his face her heart bent a little fast with pleasurable excite ment. He had fought for her like a man. She did not care If he was a workingman. His name was Kilmeny. He was a gentleman by birth, worth a dozen Verlnders. “ Mr. Kilmeny, how can we ever thank you?” He looked at her and nodded ga.vly. "Forget It, Miss Seldon. I gouldn't have done less." "Or more,” she added softly, her lovely eyes In his. No change showed In the lean brown face of the man, but his blood moved faster. It was Impossible to miss the appeal of sex that escaped at every graceful movement of the soft sensuous body, that gloweil from the deep still eyes In an electric cur rent flashing straight to his veins. He would have loved to touch the soft flushed cheek, the crisp amber hair clouding the convolutions of the little ears. His eyes were an index of the man, hoi' and possessive and unwav ering. They announced him a dynamic American, one who walked the way of the strong anil fought for his share of the spoils. But when she looked at hint they softened. Something tine nnd tender transfigured the face and wiped out its surdonlc recklessness. "The pressing question before the house Is breakfast. There are bacon and flour and coffee here. Shall 1 make a batch of biscuits and offer you pot luck? Or do you prefer to wait till we can get to Goldhanks?" "What do you think?" Moya asked. “ I think whatever you think. We'll not reach town much before noon. If you can rough It for a meal I should advise trying out the new cook. It really depends on hhw hungry you are.” “ I’m hungry enough to eat my hoots," the Irish girl announced promptly. "So urn I, Let's stay—If our hosts won't object," Joyce added. "I'm quite sure they won't," Kil meny replied dryly. “ All right. A camp breakfast It Is.” “ I ’m going to help you," Moya told him. "O f course. You’d better wash the dishes as soon as we get hot water. They’re probably pretty grimy." He stepped Into the cabin and took dt his coat. Moya rolled up her deeves to the elbows of her plump dimpled arms. Miss Seldon hovered about helplessly and Wanted to know what she could do. The miner had not "batched" In the hills for years without having learned how to cook. His biscuits came to the table hot nnd flaky, his bacon wns done to a turn. Even the chicory coffee tasted delicious to the hungry guests. With her milk-white skin, her vivid crimson Ups so exquisitely turned, and the superb vitality of her youth. Joyce bloomed In the sordid hut like a flower In a rubbnge heap. To her bronzed vis-a-vis It seemed that the world this morning was shimmering romance. Never before had he en joyed a breakfast half as much. He and Miss Seldon did most of the talk ing. while Moya listened, the star flash In her eyes and the whimsical little smile on her lips. Joyce was as gay as a lark. She chattered with the childish artless- ness that at times veiled her sophisti cation. Jack was given to understand that she loved to be natural and sim ple, that she detested the shams of social convention to which she was made to conform. Her Mg lovely eyes were wistful In their earnestness as they met his. It was not wholly ■ pose with her. For the moment she meant all she said. A delightful ex cltement fluttered her pulses. 9he was playing the game ahe liked beet, moving forward to the first skirmishes of that sex war which was meat and drink to her vanity. The man at tracted her as few men ever had. That nothing could come of It beyond the satisfaction of the hour did not mitigate her zest for the battle. They were still at breakfast when one of the Cornlshtnen pushed open the door and looked In. He stood looking down on them sullenly with out speaking. “ Want to gee me, Peale?” asked Kilmeny. “ Did I say I wanted to see ’ee?" de manded the other roughly, "Better come In and shut the door. The air's chilly.” The battered face of his companion loomed over the shoulder of Peale. To Kilmeny It was pluln that they had come with the Idea of making themselves disagreeable. Very likely they had agreed to force their com pany upon the young women for breakfast. But the sight of their dainty grace, together with Jack’s cheerful Invitation, was too much for their audacity. Peale grumbled some thing Inaudible and turned away, slamming the door as he went. The young miner laughed softly. If he had shown a: y unwillingness they would have pushed their way In. His urbanity had disarmed them. “They're not really bad men, you know—Just think they are," he ex plained casually. “ I'm afraid of them. I don't tiust them," Joyce shuddered. “ Well, I trust them while they're under my eye. The trouble with men of that stripe Is that they're yellow. A game man gives you a fighting chance, but fellows of thl3 sort hit while you're not looking. But you needn’t worry. They’re real tame citizens this morning.” “ Yes, they looked tame,” Moya an swered dryly. “ So tame I'm sure they'd like to crucify you.” " I daresay they would, but In this world a man can't get everything he would like. I’ve wanted two or three pleasures myself that I didn’t get.” His gaze happened to turn toward Joyce as he was speaking. He had been thinking of nothing definite, but at the meeting of their eyes some thing flashed into birth and passed From the Door of the Shaft House the Cornlshmen Watched Them Mount and Ride Away. from one to the other like an electric current. Jack knew now something that he wanted, but he did not admit that he could not get It. I f she cared for him—and what else had her eyes told him la the golden glow of that electric moment?—a hundred Verln- ders and Lady Farquhars could not keep them apart. His heart sang Jubilantly. He rose abruptly and left the room because he was afraid he could Lot veil his feel ing. Joyce smiled happily. "Where Is he going?" she asked Innocently. Moya looked at her and then turned her eyes away. She had understood the significance of what she had seen and a door In her heart that had t en open for weeks clanged shut. “ I don't know, unless to get the horses,” she said quietly. A few minutes later he returned, leading the animals. From the door of the shaft-house the Cornlshmen watched them mount and ride away The men smoked in sullen silence. Before they had ridden a hundred yards Joyce was In gar talk with KII- rneny. She had forgotten the very existence of the miners. But Moya did not forget. She had seen the ex pression of their faces as the horses had passed. I f a chance ever offered Itself they would have their revenge. It was a day winnowed from a life time of ordinary ones. They rode through a world shot to the core with sunlight. The snow sparkled and gleamed with I t The foliage of the cottonwoods, which already had shaken much of their white co t to the qroimd. reflected It In greens and golds and russets merged to a note of perfect Found Strength by Taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound Kankakee, Illinois.— “ M y mother-in- law always took your medicine fo r B y W m . MacLeod Raine ROMANCE RECOMMENDED BY HER DOCTOR harmony by the Great Artist. Though the crispness of early winter was In the air, their nostrils drew in the fragrance of October, the faint wafted perfume of dying summer. Beneath a sky of perfect blue they pushed along the shoulder of the hill, avoiding the draw Into which snow had drifted deep. Life stormed In their veins, glowed In their flushed cheeks, rang in the care-freo luughter of at least two of them. Jack broke trail, turning often in the saddle with a little twist of his lean muscular body, to suggest a word of caution at the bad places. Always then he discovered the deep violet eyes of Joyce Seldon with their smoldering Are. To let himself dwell upon her loveliness of flne-textured satiny skin, set off by the abundant crown of lustrous bronze hair, was to know again a quickened pulse of delight. When he spoke it was with the lan guid drawl of the western plainsman. In humor he feigned to conceal his passion, but Joyce knew him to be alertly conscious of her every word, every turn of her pliant body. They reached the road, where two could ride abreast. Sometimes he was with the one, again with the other. Moya, who had not much to say this morning, made it easy for him to be with Joyce. She did not need to be told that he was under the allure of that young woman's beauty; and no* alone of her beauty, but of that provoc ative stimulating something that can be defined only as the drag of sex. All men responded to It when Joyce chose to exert herself, many when she did not. Once he turned to point out to Moya some snow-covered mounds above the road. “ Graves of a dozen mule-skinners killed by Indians nearly thirty years ago. My father was the only one of the party that escaped.” H alf a mile from town they met two men on horseback and exchanged news. All Goldhanks had been search ing for them through the night. The Farquhar party were wild with anxiety about them. Kilmeny gave prompt quiet orders. “ Get back to town, boys, and tell Lady Farquhar that it's all right We'll be along In a few minutes." The news of their safety spread as by magic. Men and women and chil dren poured Into the streets to wel come them. It was as much as Kil meny could do to keep back the cheer ing mob long enough to reach the hotel. Verinder, Lady Jim, and India came down the steps to meet them, Captain Kilmeny and Lord Farquhar both being away at the head of search parties. India and Lady Farquhar broke down without shame and cried ns they embraced the returned wan derers. “W e thought . . . we thought . . .” India coulJ not finish In words, but Moya knew wtiat she meant. "It was very nearly that way, dear, but everything is all right now," her friend smiled through a film of tears. "It was Mo.va saved us— and after ward Mr. Kilmeny,” Joyce explained between sobs. The crowd below cheered again and Moya borrowed India's handkerchief to wave. It touched her to see how glad these people were to know they had been rescued. Lady Farquhar thanked Kilmeny with a gulp in her throat. “ We'll want to hear all about It and to get a chance to thank you properly. Will you come to dinner this evening? Joyce and Moya should be rested by then." Jack accepted promptly. " I ’ll be very glad to come.” Here's a pretty mlx-irp Moya in love with Jack and engaged to Ned. Jack in love with Joyce, ae mercenary at beautiful. What next? weakness, and then in the Change o f L ifo it did her so much rood that she in- Juced me to take it fo r a weakness I had fo r a year and a half. I t has strengthened me and now I have a nice baby boy. I do all my own house work now, and I rec ommend Lyd ia E. ___________________ Pinkham’ s Vegeta ble Compound whenever I have the op portunity. I am taking it again fo r weakness, as my fam ily doctor nas rec ommended it fo r this purpose.” — Mrs. H a r r y C o u l o m , 984 N . Harrison A v e ., Kankakee, Illinois. Real Evidence of Merit F or the re lie f o f fem ale weakness, pains and backache, nervousness and irregularities, with other.troubles com mon to women, L yd ia E. Pinkham’a Vegetable Compound is a dependable medicine. Its worth is thoroughly established by such letters as the above. There are women everyw here, who, having re- tell other women ceived benefit, _ about it. For sale >y druggists e very- where. Photographic Telescope Accurate measurements, by mdhng of a huge photographic telescope, thirty- six feet long, to determine the direc tion o f the stars’ movements, are planned by scientists of an eastern university. An expedition equipped with the tube, said to be the third largest In the world, Is preparing to go to points In the southern hemisphere where at mospheric conditions will he favor able to the task. Included In the outfit Is a camera with a twenty-six-inch lens. Data to be obtained Is expected to clear up some perplexing problems of the skies.— Farm and Ranch (Dallas, Texas). BACK ACHY? Lame and achy in the morning? Tor tured with backache all day long? No wonder you feel worn out and discour aged! But have you given any thought to your kidneys? Weak kidneys cause just such troubles; and you are likely to have headaches, too, with dizziness, stabbing pains and other kidney irreg ularities. Don’t risk neglect! Use Doan's Pills, a stimulant diaretic to the kidneys. Doan's have helped thou sands. They should help you. Ask, your neighbort A Utah Case Mrs. H. R. Spen cer, 4th West 7fh| South St., Payson I Utah, says: ‘‘My|_ kidneys actedr f r e e l y and myy: back was lame* and achy. Sharp£j pains caught m e 'r through my backs when I least ex-i pected them. 1| had h e a d a c h e s ! and became dizay. friend’s advice I got a box of Doan's Pills and they gave me wonderful results. Two boxes of Doan’s cured me of all the trouble.” DOAN’S™“ STIMULANT DIURETIC TO THE KIDNEYS Foster-Milbum Co., Mfg. Chcm.. Buffalo. N. Y. Swamps Put to New Use Furs have become so popular in America thut a new industry has sprung up in swampy districts. Musk rat farming, for years carried on as a pastime only, now Is a thriving Indus try In some sections of the United States. It is found that captive musk rats become tame easily though they are prey for many enemies. They re quire no feedings as they live on the vegetation of marshes and pontls. Twenty years ago the muskrat was considered a pest. Some swamps where they are bred and raised now are worth more than the arable land nearby. Waisting Disease “ Mrs. I’odgers is dreadfully afraid of embonpoint,” remarked Mrs. Gnd»- ley to her caller. “ That’s a terrible disease,” re turned the other woman. “ My favoilte aunt had It and the poor thing Just wasted away."— Boston Transcript. (TO BE CONTINUED.} Artificial Aids to Sight Long in Use The single glass or reading glass w as In common use long before spectacle* were known. In the Fourteenth century spec tacles. though fairly common, were ar ticles of some cost, and frequently formed the subject of bequests In wills. 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