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PAGE TEN THE DAILY CAPITAL JOUKNAL. SALEM. OREGON. SATURDAY. APRIL 19. 1919. River l When the Colorado J tsurst Its tsank and Flooded the Imperial Valley jr California fct am i ii, us EDNAH AIKEN Molly Silent had seen her husband's train pull la. She watched for It to go out again. The whistle blew twice. Something was wrong. She left her pluce In time to see Silent, his face shining ghastly pale under the soot, pull himself up from the "battleship" "God, Man, You Cn't Go Like That!" Where he hurt been loaning. Estrada, Bent by Rlckard to find out why the train (ll'l not pull out, saw him the fame Instant us did Molly. Silent swayed, waving them buck unseclngly, like a man who is drunk. "God, man, you can't go like that I" tried Estrada. , "Who's going?" demanded Silent, Ids tongue thick with thirst and exhaus tion. Tho whistle blew again. "I Willi" Tho tnilti moved out on the trestle, as the whistle blew angrily, twice. Only Molly mid Silent saw Es trada go. Silent staggered tmseolnjjly Bp the bank toward the camp, Molly following. The river was humping out yonder j the rolling mass come roaring, flunk pu, against I lie dam. " "Quirk, fur Rod' sake, quick!" yelled ltleknrd. Ills signals sounded hurt aiid sharp.- "Dump It on, throw tho enrs lu I" Marshall was dancing,' his inoulli full of oaths, on the bank edge. Ideal IdcHsIy all watched the rushing water lllng Itself over the dam. For sevovul hushed seconds the struc ture could not be seen. When the foam fell a cheer went up. ' The dam Was standing. Silent, It was supposed, was bringing In his train. Above the distant Jagged lino of mountains rose a red ball. A new day began. And again tho Dragon rose; a mountain of water caiuo tolling dum W:ird. Three trains ran steaming on the rails. "Don't stop now to blast tho big tines, l'our 'cm on !" ordered ltleknrd. There was a long wait before uny rock fell. Marshall and ltleknrd wait ed for the pour. The whistles blew again. Then they saw what was wrong. The morning light showed s rock weighing several tons which was resisting the efforts of tho pressing crow, Out of the gloom sprang other figures with crowbars. The rock tot tered, fell. The river tossed It as though It were a tenuis ball, sent it hurtling down the lower face of the dam. Things begun to go wild. The men Were growing reckless. Tbey were wigging toward exhaustion; mistakes were made. Another rock, as heavy as the last, whs worked toward the edge. Wen were thick about It with crow tars. They hurried. One concerted effort, drawing buck as the rock top pled over the edge. One man was too slow, or too tired. Ho slipped. Tho watchers on tho bank saw flash of Waving arms, heard a cry; they hod a glimpse of a blackened face as the fonm caught it The waters closed over him. There was a hush of horror; a halt "God himself couldn't save that poor devil," cried Marshall. "Hate the work go on !" Tour rocks on that wretch down there? I'ln him down? Never had it avemed more like wart "A man down? Hide over him I to victory!" Soberly ltleknrd signaled for the wort to go on. The rock-pour stuttered as If In hor ror. The women turned sick with fear. Mo one knew who it was. Some poor Mexican, probably. "Who was it?" demanded Rlckard, running down to the track. - .SXbg jroung Mexican,,. It, stmila. T3 tried to e!p. ts wasn't fit" i "Who was itr Marshall had run down to see why the work paused. I Eickard turned shocked eyes on his i chief. "Estrada r The beautiful mournful eyes of Eduardo were on him. not Marshall's, horrified. Now he knew why Estrada had said. "I can't i see It finished. j "F.Iclurd!" The engineer did not ' recoguiie the quenched voice. "The j work has got to go on." j It came to Rlckard as be gave the orders that Eduardo was closer to Mar shall than to him. "As near a son as he'll ever have." He turned a minute : later to see his chief standing bare headed. His own cap came off. "We're burying the lad," said Mar shall. The minute of funeral had to be pushed aside. The river would not wait. Train after train was rushed on to the trestles; wave after wave hit them. But perceptibly the dam was steadying. The rapid fire of rock was telling. Another ridge of yellow waters rose. The -roll of water came slowly, dwin dling as it came; it broke against the trestle weakly. For the first time the trestle never shuddered. Workers and watchers breathed as a unit the first deep breath that night. There was a change. Every eye was on the river where It touched the rim of the dam. Suddenly chorused cry rose. The river had stopped rislug. The whistles screamed themselves hoarse. And then a girl, sitting on the bank, saw two men grab each other by the hand. She was too far awuy to hear their voices, but the sun, rising red through the banks of smoke, fell on the blackened faces of her brother and Itlckard. She did not care who saw her crying. CHAPTER XXXIV. A Desertion. When the afternoon waned and God frey did not call on her Gerty was roused to uneasiness. Had she angered him by refusing to make the definite promise? Could It be love, the sort of love she wanted, If he could stay away like this when they could have the camp to themselves, every ono down at the break, no Hardlns running In every minute? Their Hist chance and God frey slighting U I He would surely come that evening, knowing that she would be ulonel The little watch Tom had given her for on almost forgotten birthday set the pace for her resentment. Nine, ten, eleven! How dared he treat her so? She blew out the lumps when she found that she was shaking with anger and undressed in the dark. She could not see him, if ho came now, her self-control all gone! But sho could not go to bed. She stood In her darkened tent, shaken by her angry passions. Suppose that he were only trilling with her? What was that paper he had thrust in her hand? With a candle sho found Ihe yellow paper. It was a copy of a telegram to Godfrey's law yer. "Start divorce proceedings at once. Any grounds possible. Hack soon. Godfrey." Tho frightened Mood resumed Its normal flow. If ho had done this for her then she had not lost him. An ap parent elopement, why had sho never thought of that before? That would cement their bond, ller scruples could grow on tho road. Oh, sho could man ugo Godfrey 1 She would go with him. Slie remembered that sho must go tc bed If sho wero to have any looks in tho morning. When Godfrey came to her next af ternoon, penitent, refreshed after a long morning's sleep, lie found a charming hostess. She was shy about bis telegram. Enchant Ingly distant when be trjed to reach her hnnd 1 "I can't go without you," ho cried. He had discovered her Interpretation of his telegram and It delighted him ; ho begun to believe In his own Intention. "I know. You shrink from It ull. You dread the steps that will free you. You need me beside you to help you. Let's cut the knot. Tonight 1" "Not tonight. Mayho tomorrow," whispered. Gerty, and then sho man aged a few tears and he was allowed to kiss her. It was all arranged before ho left the rnuiada. They were to leave together the next day. Her ob Jett would lie accomplished by their leaving together, lie would feel that he owed her his mime. Of course Gerty must do It In the conventional way I She would have used rope ladders had they been needed. The conventional note was pinned to her bureau scarf. Innes was with Tom when he found It. They came in together from the river. Neither had noticed the odd looks from the men as they passed through the encampment. A dozen men had seen Hardin's wife leave for the North with Godfrey. Gerty's letter told Tom that It wa ull over. She hnd tried to stand it, to be true even through his cruelty, but a feeling stronger than she was made her tme to herself, and so true at lust tohltnl Innes' revulsion lacked speech. The common blatter sickened her. She could offer no comfort. Ills eyes told her it was worse than death. He struck eff her hand when It tout lied his shoulder. Gerty's hand bad coerced him that way. He was done with softness. His silence oppressed her. Tills was a man she did not know ; Inarticulate, smitten. She told herself that even a sister was an Intruder but she was afraid to leave him alone. She took a station by her own tent door. She would not go down to die tier. For hours she watched bis tent. When It grew dark she could no longrr endure It, SlULtoujisl biiu. hcra ali had left him, She forced herself toward the vol csno's eile; and the swift eruption scorched her. It was the pitiable wreck of dignity, of pride. His words were incoherent ; his wrath involved his sis ter, crouching in tears. Innes shrank from him, the man s-he did not know. The coarse streak was uncovered In all Its repulsivcness. He turned on Innes suddenly. She was crying, a huddled heap on the couch. "I've had enough crying between yon and Gerty. Will you get out? I've got to have some sleep." Through her sobs he could make out that she was afraid to leave him. "Well, then, I'll go. I'm used to hav ing to leave my own tent A dog's life." He flung out into the night CHAPTER XXXV. A Corner of Hia Heart Th6 second evening after the closure Rlckard was dining with the Mar shall In their car. The Palmyra was to pull out the next day. Hardin's name was brought up by Tod Mar shall. "She was light potatoes," he dismissed the woman. "But she's broken the mun's spirit." Rlckard, It was discovered, had nothing to say on the subject of the elopement "I'm sorry his sister Is not here to night" began. Murshall mischievously. "I did ask her, Tod" Claudia has tened to interrupt her lord. "But she would not leave ber brother her last evening." "Her last evening?" exclaimed Rlck ard, "Is she going away?" Marshall subdued his twinkle. "We are carrying her off. She Is to visit Mrs. Marshall while I am on the road." Itlckard gulped down his coffee, bolting. "Mrs. Marshall, will you let me run away early?" Why should he give any excuse? They knew what ho wus running away fori He made his way to the little white tent on the far side of the trapezium. Innes, by the door, was bidding good by to Senora Maldonado. He forgot to greet the Mexican. She stood waiting; her eyes full of him. Surely, the kind senor had something to say to her? He had taken the white girl's hand. He was staring Into tho white girl's eyes. Something came to her, a memory like forgotten music. Silently, she slipped away Into the night. llicknrd would not release Innes' hnnd; her eyes could not meet the look In his. "Come out and havo a wulk with me! You were not going to tel! me you were going. You were running away from mo?" "You know Hint I love you! I hnve been watting for this minute, this woman, nil these lonely years." Her head she kept turned from him. He could not see the little maternal smile thnt ran around the curves of her mouth. Those years, filled to the brim with stern work, had not been lonely. Lonely moments he hi.d had, that was all. "Nothing for me?" Ho stopped, uud made her face him, by taking bolh of her hands In his. Sho would not look at him yet, would not meet the look which nlwnyi- Hie Would Not Look at Him Yet compelled her will, stultified her speech. She had something to say first. "We don't know each other ; that Is, yon don't know me!" "Is thut nil?" There was relief In his voice. "I don't know you? Haven't I seen yon day by day? Haven't I seen your self-control tried, proved haven't I seen your Justice, when you could not understand LKik at me!" She shook her head, her eyes on the sand under her feet. He could scarce ly catch her words. They did not know each other. He did not know her I "Dear I I don't know whether you love red or blue, that's a fact ; Ibsen or Rostand; heat or cold. Does that matter? I know you!" An upwnrd glance hnd caught hlra smiling. Her speech was routed. "I'm theonly girl here!" "Do you think that'a why I love your "Ah, but yon loved Gerty!" That slipped from her. She had not meant to say thnt I "Docs that hurt?" Abashed hy her own daring, yet she was glad she had dared. - EUft ettttd Jito-ta jkej. U. GREEN A .v. . ml nnrucrwT W - 11 V.U1UHUN f AA"CRAUSTARK. THE ify . M -.HOLLOWOF HER HAND," THE V a -It a??4 f CHAPTER I. The First Wayfarer and the Second ' Wayfarer Meet and Part en the Highway. A solitary figure trudged along the Barrow road that wound Its serpen- ' tinous way through the dismal, forbid ding depths of the forest e man who, though weary and footsore, lagged not In his swift, resolute advance. Night was coming on. and with It the no un certain prospects of a storm. j He came to the "pike" and there ' was a signpost A hnge, crudely paint ed hand pointed to the left, and on what was Intended to be the sleeve of a very stiff and unflinching arm these words were printed In scaly white: , Haifa Tavern. Food for Man and ; Beast Also Gasoline. Established 1798. 1 Mile," On the opposite side of the "pike," tn the angle formed by a Junction with the narrow mountain road, stood an humbler signpost lettered so Indis tinctly that It deserved the compas sion of all observers because of Its humility. Swerving in his hurried pas sage, the tall stranger drew near this shrinking friend to the uncertain trav eler, and was suddenly aware of an other presence In the roadway. A woman appeared, aa If from no where, almost at his side. He drew back to lot her pass. She stopped be fore the little signpost, and together they made out the faint directions. To the right and up the mountain rood Frogg's Corner lay four miles and a half away; Pltcalrn was six miles back over the road which the man had traveled. Two miles and a half down the turnpike was Spanish Fulls, a rail way station, and four miles above the crossroads where the man and women Blood pcerlnc lbjufflsJiJlie. darkness jst For he would deny ltfShe w7ondereit If he were angry, but she could not look at hlra. The minutes, dragging like weighted hours, told her thut he was not going to answer her. It came to her then that she would never know whether Gerty's story were wholly fnlse, or partly true. She knew, Oien, that no wheedling, wife's or sweetheart's, would tease that story from him. It did not bcloug to him. His silence frightened- her into nr thulateness. He must not think that she was foolish I It was not thnt. In Itself, she mount. The words Jostled one another In their soft swift rush. 11c ho bad made a mistake once be fore, lie had liked the sort of woman lie hud thought Gerty was. She her folf wns not like the real Gerty uny more than she was like the other, tho woman that did not exist. He would find that they did not think nlike, be lieve alike, that there wero differ ences "Aren't you making something out of nothing, Innes?" That voice could always chide her into silence! Her speech lay cluttered In ruins, her words like useless broken bricks falling from the wull she was building. Ho took her band nnd led her to a pile of rock the river had not eaten, lie pulled her down beside him. "Isn't It true, with us?" "It Is, with me," breathed Innes. Their Mihes were low as though they were in church. "And you think is Isn't, with me!" Itlc-kj.ii Flood before her. "Is It be cause I trust you, I wonder? That I, loving you, love to have the others love you, too? Don't you suppose I know how It Is with the rest, Mac Lean; how it was with Estrada? Should I be Jealous? Why, I'm not. I'm proud! Isn't that because I know you, know the fine steady heart of yon? You hated me at first and I am proud of that. I don't love you enough?" He knelt at her feet, not listening to her pleading. He bent down and kissed oue foot; then the other. "I love them!" The face he raised to her Inues had never seen be fore. He pressed a kiss ngulnst her knee. "That, toot It's mine. I've not s: ' 1 my prayers since I wns a boy. I shall say them again, here, you teach ing me." His kisses ran up her arm. from the tips of her limp fingers. Ills mouth, close to hers, stopped there. He whispered: "You kiss me, my girl!" Slowly, unseelngly, as though drawn by an external will, her face raised to his; slowly, their lips met His arms were around her; the world was blot ted out. Innes, minutes later, put her mouth against his ear. It was the Innes he did not know, thut he had seen with athers, mischievous, whimsical, romp. Ing as a young boy. "I love red, she whispered. "And heat and sunshlue. But I love blue, on you; and cold, If it were with you and the rest of the differences " He caught ber to him. "There are aot going to be any differences!" (T11K ENDJ FANCY & GEORGE BMP. i PRINCE OF CRAUSTARK," ETC 1 i the laconic "sfgtiposT repowdTThT" viP lage of St Elizabeth. Hart's Tavern was on the road to St Elizabeth, and the man. with barely a glance at his fellow traveler, started briskly off in that direction. He knew that these wild mountain storms moved swiftly; his chance of reaching the tavern ahead of the del nge was exceedingly slim. His long, powerful legs had carried him twenty or thirty paces before he came to a sudden halt What of this lone woman who trav ersed the highway? His first glimpse of her had been extremely casual Indeed, he had paid no attention to her at all, so eager was he to read the directions nnd be on his way. She was standing quite still in front of the signpost, peering up the rond toward Frogg's Corner confronted by a steep climb that led Into black and sinister tlmberlands above the narrow strip of pasture bordering the pike. The fierce wind pinned her skirts t6 her slender body as she leaned against the gale, gripping her hat tightly with one hand and straining under the weight of the hag In the other. The ends of a veil whipped furiously about her lrend, and, even In the gathering darkness, he could see a strand or two of hair keeping them company. Retracing his steps, he called out to her above the gale: "Can I be of any assistance to you?" She turned quickly. He saw that the veil was drawn tightly over her face. "No, thank you," she replied, nor voice, despite a certain nervous note, was soft nnd clear and gentle the Voice and speech of a well-bred per son who was young and resolute. "Pardon me, hut have you much far ther to go? The storm will soon be upon us, nnd Riirely you will not con sider me presumptuous I don't like the Idea of your being caught out In " "What Is to be done about It?" she Inquired, resignedly. "I must go on. I can't wnlt here, you know, to be washed back to the place I started from." He smiled. She had wit as well as determination. "If I can be of the least assistance to you pray don't hesitate to command me. I am a sort of trftmp, you might say, and I travel as well by night as I do by day so don't feel that you are putting me to nny inconvenience. Are you by nny chnnce bound for nnrt's Tavern? If so, I will be glad to lag behind und carry your hag." "You are very good, but I nm not bound for Hart's Tavern, wherever that mny be. Thnnk you, Just the pnme. You appear to be an uncom monly genteel tramp, and It isn't be cause I am afraid you might mnke off with my belongings." Sit added the Inst by way of apology. He smiled nnd then frowned as ho enst nn uneasy look at the black clouds now rolling ominously up over the mountain ridge. "By Jove, we're going to catch it good and hard," he exclaimed. "Better take my advice. These storms are ter rible. I know, for I've encountered hulf a dozcu of them In the past weelvT They fairly tear one to pieces. You ore a stranger In these parts?" ' "Yes. The railway station Is a few miles below here. I have walked all the way. There was no one to meet me. You are a stranger also, so it Is useless to inquire If you know whether this road leads to Green Fancy." "Green Fancy? Sounds attractive. I'm sorry I cun't enlighten you." He He Drew a Small Electric Torch From Hia Pocket and Directed Its Slender . Ray Upon the Sign Post drew a small electric torch, from bjj .f 2$i I pocket and directed Its slender ray upon the signpost "It Is on the road to Frogg's Cor ner," she explained nervously. "A mile and a half, so I am told. It Isn't on the signpost It is a house, not a vll- lage. Thank you for your kindness, And I am not at all frightened," she added, raising her voice slightly. "But you are," he cried. "Tou're scared half out of your wits. You cant fool me, I'd be scared myself at the thought of venturing into those woods up yonder." "Well, then, I am frightened." she confessed plaintively. "Almost out of my boots." "That settles It." he said flatly. "You shall not undertake it" "Oh, but I must I am expected. It is Import " "If you are espected why dldnt someone meet you at the station? Seems to me " "Hark ! Do you hear doesnt that sound like an automobile ah!" The hoarse honk of an automobile horn rose above the howling wind, and an Instant later two faint lights came rushing toward them around a bend in the mountain road. "Better late than never," she cried, her voice vibrant i once more. He grasped her arm and Jerked her out of the path of the oncoming ma- chine, whose driver was sending it along at a mad rate, regardless of ruts ; and stones and curves. The car ca-i reened as it swung Into the pike, skid- j ded alarmingly, and then the brakes; were Jammed down. Attended by a vast grinding of gears and wheels, the rattling old car came to a stop fifty feet or more beyond them. "I'd sooner walk than take my chances In an antediluvian rattletrap like that" said the tull wayfarer, bending quite close to her ear. "It will fall to pieces before you" But she was running down the road toward the car, calling out sharply to the driver. He stooped over and took up the traveling bag she had dropped In her haste und excitement It wus heavy, amazingly heavy. "I shouldn't like to carry that a mile and a half," he said to himself. The voice of the belated driver came to his ears on the swift wind. It was high-pitched and unmistakably apolo getic. Ho could not hear what she was saying to him, but there wasn't much doubt as to the nature of her remarks. She was roundly upbraiding him. Urged to action by thoughts of his own plight he hurried to her side and said: "Excuse me, please. You dropped something. Shall I put it up in front or In the tonneau?" The whimsical note In his voice brought a quick, responsive laugh from her Hps. "Thnnk you so much. I am fright fully careless with my valuables. Would you mind putting it lu behind? Thanks!" Her tone altered complete ly us she ordered the man to turn he car arcmnd-And be quick about The first drops of rain pelted down from the now thoromrhlv hlncfc ilnmo I above them, striking in the road with the sharpness of pebbles. "Lucky it's a limousine," said the tall traveler. "Better hop In. We'll be getting It hard In a second or two." "You must let me take you on to the Tavern in the car," she said. "Turn . . . . . . , . "Never m od about me he b te checlly He had been wondering f em T ... . Just the . same you shall not have one tonight " she announced firm y. Get in behind. I shall sit with the V1"' v , a ., ., .. If anyone hod told him that this rattling dilapidated automobile-ten years old, at the very least ho would have sworn-wus capable of covering the mile in less than two minutes he would I have laughed in his face. Al- .i,.,. . ,.e ,.u,.,-u , u.ey were on the way up the straight, dark road the lights In the windows of Hunt's Tavern came Into view. Once more uouimiuK, .wuy.ng car came io a stop under brakes and he wns relax- lng after the strain of the most hair- raising ride he had ever experienced. eui a mini uuu oeeu sijOKen uur- lng the trip. The frout windows were lowered. The driver an old, hatchet faced man had uttered a single word Just before throwing in the clutch at the crossroads In response to the ' young woman's crisp command to drive to Hart's Tavern. That word i wn s uttered under his breath and it Is not necessary to repeat It here. The wayfarer lost no time in climb- .... u.,,i,, uuu ue H'.i ed, Xjp the flue Showcd ,,st "mt ""V 8"e r, . nlht lu nornvllle, eighteen accustomed to roughing It. I don't north of h nnd , Jllf ,,tatdy ilium a ftuuMiijj. i ve uuu uunureu oi a a Ar v . v . Z tuke the order." ground and raised his green hat he took , , . . ., , , a second look at the automoblle-a look All right old chap-nothing easier," of mingled wonder and respect Itl""ld,Mr' U"tfMd lHlly. "Just was an old-fashioned, high-powered i?,mi,Ithe letOT. Mr- Bnrnes We car, capable, despite Its antiquity, ofi" astonishing speed In any sort of go ing. "For heaven's sake," he began, shouting to her above the roar of the wind and rain, "don't let tlm drive like that over those " "You're getting wet" she cried out a thrill tn her voice. "Good night and thank you 1" "Look ontl" rasped the unpleasant driver, and in went the clutch. The man In the road Jumped hastily to one side as the car shot backward with a Jerk, curved sharply, stopped for the fraction of a second, and then bounded forward again, headed for the cross roads. "Thanks!" shouted the late passen ger after the receding tall light, and dpshel jjn I!j Jq. ttfi Qri.U;at Kn" ihe iuUTer.gtFof Hart's'Tavern." A huge old -fr.sfc'.oned lantern hung abo-e the portal, creaking ai.d strain ing in the wind, dragging at its stout surports and threatening every in stant to break loose and go frolicking away with the storm. He lifted the latch and, being a tall man, involuntarily stooped as he passed through the door, a needless precaution, for gaunt, gigantic moun- talneers had entered there before him and without bendin their arrogant heads. CHAPTER II. The First Wayfarer Lays His Pack Aside and Fills In With Friends The little hall In which he found himself was the "offtce" through which all men must pass who come as guests to Hurt's Tavern. A steep, angular staircase took np one end of the room. Set in beneath its upper tun was the counter over which the business of the house was transacted, and behind tills a man was engaged In the peuceful occupation of smoking a corncob pipe. An open door to the right of the ! stairway gave entrance to a room from which came the sound of a deep, sono rous voice mployed In what turned out to be a conversational solo. To' the left another door led to what was evidently the dining room. The glance that the stranger sent In that direction revealed two or three tables covered with white cloths. "Can you put me up for the night?" he Inquired, advancing to the counter. "You look like a feller who'd want a room with bath," drawled the man behind the counter, surveying the ap plicant from head to foot "Which we ain't got," he added. Til be satisfied to have a room with a bed," said the other. "Sign here," was the laconic re sponse. "Can I have supper?" "Food for man mid beast," said the other patiently. He slapped his palm upon a cracked call bell and then looked at the fresh name on the page. "Thomas K. Barnes, New York," he rend aloud. He eyed the newcomer once more. "My name !s Jor.cs Put nam Jones. I run this place. My fa ther nn' grandfather run It before me. Glad to meet you, Mr. Barnes. We used to'have a hostler hare named Barnes. What's your blear fer footln' it this time o' the year?" "I do something like this every spring. A month or sir weeks of it puts me in fine shaj-.e for a vacation later on," supplied Mr. Barnes whim sically. Mr. Jones allowed a grin to stea'. over his seamed face. He reinserted the corncob pipe and took a couple of pulls at it. . i "I never been to New York, but It must be a heavenly pluce for a vaca i Hon, If n feller c'n Judge by what Some ' of my present boarders huve to say j about it. It's a sort of play actor's ! piirndlse, ain't It?" lTf la rnw1te 4n a snlnn hH to be on the romIi Mr. Jonos ,, from ,lla suoulder3 anJ Mtng ft ll(e to the floor. "Hear that feller In the tnproora tnlkln'? Well, he Is one of tho lend ing actors in New York In the world, for that matter. He's been tulkin' about Broadway for nearly a week now, steady." ' "At present he ain't doing anything b the boards, as he puts it himself. Bust- Sntur- mile after the performance blm nnd his whole troupe started to walk back to New ,orlt n , $our miI1(rp(, m1 T, bM out te buck f th(J honge nn(1 nobody mIflsed cm tiU next mornln' except the sheriff, and he mwt ms9 Vra tm th t ovpp tne colmty , lnto mlr ,llllwk.k. Four of ,um are tm hcr just because , ,n,t t thc h(,art t0 turn ,em ont lier thfi m t0 b .em tk.kct8 to K Yorlji comes of ,em n0W- Mr Dnllng. - ford wlll ycu ghow thls g0Iltielllim t0 room eleven and carry his baggage up fer him? And maybe he'll want a plk,,ler of warm wutor to wish and have ,n He turne(, to the ntw guest and smiled apologetically. "We're a ,lttle sh,)rt c. ,lelp jllst noWi Mr Bnrneg, nnd Mr. Dilllngford has kind ly consented to" "My word !" gasped Mr. Dilllngford, staring at the register. "Someone from little old New York? My word, Ir, you Won't you have a er little something to drink with me he fore you " "He wants something to eat," Inter rupted Mr. Jones sharply. "Tell Mr. ' w''l- Taking np a lighted kerosene lamp and the henvy pack, Mr. Clnrence Dil llngford led the way up the stairs. Hi was a chubby Individual of indefi nite age. At a glance you would have said he was under twenty-one; a sec- lond look would have convinced you that' he was nearer forty-one. Depositing Barnes' pack on a chair In the little bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs he favored the guest with a rcrf petty un-'hasbod fHru . . (Continued next Saturday) The Journal Job Department will print yov anything in the stationery line d0 it right ana v yon real mnnev.