THE GATE CITY JOURNAL
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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.
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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
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Kankakee, Illinois.— “ M y mother-in-
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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?
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it did her so much
rood that she in-
Juced me to take it
fo r a weakness I had
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I t has strengthened
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nice baby boy. I do
all my own house
work now, and I rec
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Its worth is thoroughly established
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tell other women
ceived benefit, _
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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
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(Dallas,
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1|
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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.
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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. They were manufactured large
ly I d Italy, Holland and Bavaria and
from the beryl sometimes used In place
| of glass the Germans derived their
j “ brille."
I A Polish novelist, Slenklewlcx, gives
It on authority that the Emperor Nero
was I d the habit of using eyeglasses,
and In the film, "Quo Vadls,” Nero Is
seen using his glass ss a lorgnette.
There seems no definitely estab
lished fact to prove whether this glass
was a monocle or a double glass
mounted on t long decorative bandl*.
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t exhibited In doing you a favor.
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