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SYNOPSIS.
Enid Maitland, a frank, free and un- f
spolled young Philadelphia girl, is taken
to the Colorado mountains by her uncle.
Robert Maltland. James Armstrong.t
.Maitland's protege, falls in love with her.
His persistent wooing thrills the girl, but
ihe heeltates, and Armstrong goes east
on business without a definite answer.
_nid hears the story of a mining engi
reer, Newbold. whose wife fell off a cliff
and was so seriously hurt that he was
compelled to shoot her to prevent her be
ing eaten by wolves while he went for i
help. Kirkby ths old guide who tells the
storyr, gives nld a package o letters
whlch he says were found on the deadI
woman's body. She reads the letters and
st Kirkby's request keeps them. While
bathing In mountain stream Enid is at
tacked by a bear, which is mysteriously
shot. A storm adds to the girl's terror
A sudden deluge transform brook into
paging torrent, which sweeps Enid into I
egorge, where she is rescued by a moun
rin hermit after a thrilling experitnce.
Campers in great confusion upon discov
lnag Enid's absence when the storm
breaks. Maitland and Old Kirkby go in
search of the girl. Erid discovers that
her ankle is sprained and that she is un
able to walk. Her mysterious rescuer
oartleas her to his canip. Enid goes to I
sleep in the strange man's bunk. Miner
cookS breakfast for Enid, after which
they go on tour of Inspe~'lon.
CHAPTER Xl. (Continued).
"I will go and cook you some break
fast while you get yourself ready. If
you have not washed, you'll find a
bucket of water and a basin and towel
outside the door."
He went through the inner door as
suddenly as he had come through the
outer one. He was a man of few words,
and whatever social grace he might
onoa have possessed, and in more fa
vorable circunlstances exhibited, was
not noticeable now. The tenderness
with which he had caressed her the
night before had also vanished.
His bearing had been cool, almost
harsh and forbidding, and his manner
was as grim as his appearance. The
conversation had been a brief one, and
her opportunity for inspection of him
consequently limited. Yet she had
taken him in. He was a tall, splendid
man. No longer young, perhaps, but in
the prime of life and vigor. His com
plexlon was dark and burned browner
by long exposure to sun and wind. win
ter and summer. In spite of the brown,
there was a certain color, a hue of
health in his cheeks. His eyes were
hazel, sometimes brown, sometimes
gray, and sometimes blue, she after
ward learned. A short thick closely
cut beard and mustache covered the
lower part of his facb disguised but
not hiding the squareness' of his jaw
and the firmness of his lips.
He had worn his cap when, he enter
ed, and when he took it off she no
ticed that his dark hair was tinged
with white. He was dressed in a leath
er hunting suit, somewhat the worse
for wear, but fitting him in a way to
give free play to all his muscles. His
movements were swift, energetic and
graceful. She did not wonder that be
had so easily hurled the bear to one
side and had managed to carry her-no
light weight, indeed!-over what she
dimly recognized must have been a
horrible trail, which, burdened as he
was, would have been impossible to a
man of less splendid vigor than he.
The cabin was low celled, and as
she sat looking up at him, he had tow
ered above her until be seemed to
All it. Naturally, she had scrutinized
his every action, as she bad hung on
his every word. His swift and some
what startled movement, his frowning
as he had seised the picture on which
she had gazed with such interest,
aroused the liveliest surprise and cu
riosity in her heart.
Who was this woman? Why was he
so quick to remove the picture from
her gaze? Thoughts rushed tumultu
ausly through her brain, but she real
ised at once that she lacked time to
indulge them. She could hear him
moving about in the other room. She
threw aside the blanket with which
she bad draped herself, changed the
bandage on her foot, drew on the
heavy woolen stocking which, of
course, was miles too big for her, but
whLeh easily took in her foot and
ankle esIombered as they were by
the nude, heavy but effective wrapping.
Thereafter she hobbled to the door
and stood for a momeant almost aghast
at the splendor and magnificence be
fore her.
He had built his cabin on a level
belf of rock perhap fifty by a hundred
st in area. It was backed up against an
overtowerlng cliff, otherwise the rock
fell away in every direction. She dt
vined that the descent from the shelf
(nto the pocket or valley spread before
her was sheer, except off to the
right, where a somewhat gentler ac
clivity of hugs and broken boulders
gave a practleable ascent-a sort of
titanic staira-to the place perched
on the mountain aide. The shelf was
absolutely bare save for the cabin
and a few huge boulders. There were
a few sparse, stunted trees further up
ea the mountain side above; a few
huLandred feet beyond them, however,
eaone the timber line, after which
there was nothing but the naked
Belrow several hundred feet lay a
clear, emerald pool, whose edges were
bordered by pinaes, where it was not
dominated by high cliffs. Already the
lnalet was rimmed with ice on the
shaded side. This enchanting little
body ct water was fed by the melting
anmow from the crst and peaks, which
la the clear, pure snashine and rai
fled air the morbmtains seemed to
is and caureet hI within a stone's
thare a the place where she stood,
On em sdy a the prstty lake i
t alky, er pset, beneaIth, tier
a pRs pare? qesrtn, sad thue
th dwer a the wildearness had
bdqueet earn ms sr te anmgs on
a ens Ine* W th o a s* ci the der
*-e Ls the gpr v i eem inm s
SM I s hs aalebL. The r "n-~er
was delightfully soft and as it had
stood exposed to the sun's direct rays
for some time, although the air was
exceedingly crisp and cold, it was
tempered sufficiently to be merely
cool and agreeable. She luxuriated
in it for a few moments, and while
she had her face buried in the towel,
rough, coarse, but clean, she heard a
step. She looked up in time to see
the man lay down upon the bench a
small mirror and a clean comb. He
said nothing as he did so, and she had
no opportunity to thank him before
he was gone. The thoughtfulness of
the act affected her strangely, and she
was very glad of a chance to unbraid
her hair, comb it out and plait it
again. She had not a hair pin left, of
course, and all she could do with it
was to replait it and let it hang upon
her shoulders. Her coiffure would have
looked very strange to civilization, but
out there in the mountains, it was em
tnently appropriate.
Wi(hout noticing details, the man
felt the general effect as she limped
back into the room toward the table.
Her breakfast was ready for her. It
was a coarse fare, bacon, a baked po
tato, hard tack crEped before the ire,
coffee, black and strong, with sugar,
but no cream. The dishes matched
the fare, too, yet she noticed that the
fork was of silver, and by her plate
there was a napkin, rough dried, but
of fine linen. The man had just set
the table when she appeared.
"I am sorry I have no cream," he
said, and then, before she could make
comment or reply, he turned and
walked out of the room, his purpose
evidently being not to embarrass her
by his presence while she ate.
Enid Maitland had grown to relish
the camp fare, bringing to it the appe
tite of good health and exertion. She
had neVer eaten anything that tasted
so good to her as that rude meal that
morning, yet she would have enjoyed
the brimming, smoking coffee pot on
it better, she thought, if he had only
shared it with her, if she had not been
compelled to eat it alone. She has
tened her meal on that account, deter
mined as soon as she had finished her
breakfast to seek the man and have
some definite understanding with
him.
And, after all, she reflected that
she was better alone than in his
presence, for there would come steal
ing into her thoughts the distressing
episode of the morning before, try
as she would to put it out of her mind
Well, she was a fairly sensible girl;
the matter was passed, it could not be
helped now, she would forget it is
much as was possible. She would
recur to it with mortification later on,
but the present was so full of grave
problems that there was not any room
for the past.
CHAPTER XII.
A Tour of Inspection.
The first thing necessary, she de
cided, when she had satisfied her hun
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She Watched Him as Long as She Could See Him.
ger and flnished her meal, was to get
word of her plight and her resting
place to her uncle sad the men of the
party, and the next thing was to get
away, where she would never see this
man ~gun, and perhaps be able to for
get what had transpired-yet there
was a strange pang of pain In her
heart at that thought!
No man on earth had ever so stlm
ulated her eurlosity as this one. Who
was he? Why was he there? Who
was the woman whem plcture he had
so quickly takea from her gase? Why
had so spleAdid a as buried limself
aslne la tLat wUernsss These r
msos. wer Ps"OWatr Itegrseds h
vain 1Fft3t r anyr,::
IQuI
f . ~ fp k outt j~
A Roman'ce
_ lig e s
the reappearance of the man him
self.
"Have you finishedT' he asked, un
ceremoniously standing in the door
way as he spoke.
"Yes, thank you, and it was very
good indeed."
Dismissing this politeness with a
wayC of his hand, but taking no other
n,9VO he spoke again.
SyI u you will tell me your name-"
"Maitland, Enid Maitland."
"Miss Maitland?"'
The girl nodded.
"And where you came from, I will
endeavor to find your party and see
what can be done to restore you to
them."
"We were camped down that canon
at a place where another brook, a
large one, flows into it, several miles,
I should think, below the place
where-"
She was going to say "where you
found me," but the thought of the way
in which he had found her rushed
over her again; and this time, with
his glance directly upon her, although
if was as cold and dispassionate and
indifferent as a man's look could well
be, the recollection of the meeting
to which she had been about to allude
rushed over her with an accompany
ing wave of color which heightened
her beauty as it covered her with
shame.
She could not realize that beneath
his mask of indifference so deliber
ately worn, the man was as agitated
as she, not so much at the remem
brance of anything that had trans
pired, but at the sight, the splendid
picture, of the woman as she stood
there in the little cabin then. It seem
ed to him as if she gathered up in
her own person all the radiance and
light and beauty, all the purity and
freshness and splendor of the morn
ing, to shine and dazzle in his face.
As she hesitated in confusion, perhaps
comprehending its cause, he helped
out her lame and halting sentence.
"I know the canon well," he said.
"I think I know the place to which
you refer. Is it just above where the
river makes an enormous bend upon
itself?"
"Yes, that is t. In that clearing
we have been camped for two weeks.
My uncle must be crazy with anxiety
to know what has become of me,
and-"
The man interposed.
"I will go there directly," he said.
"It is now half after ten. That place
is about seven miles or more from
here across the range, fifteen or twen
ty by the river. I shall be back by
nightfall. The cabin is your own."
He turned away without another
word.
"Wait," said the woman. '1 am
afraid to stay here."
She had been fearless enough before
in those mountains, but her recent ex
perience had somehow unsettled her
nerves.
"There is nothing on earth to hurt
you, I think," returned the man.
"There isn't a human being, so far as
I know, in thes9 mountains."
"Except my dncle's party?"
He nodded. I
"But there might be another-bear,"
she added desperately, forcing hersef.
"Not likely; 'and they wouldn't come
here it there were any. That's the
irst gristly I have seen in years,"
he went on, uneoncernedly, studlously
looking away from her, not to add to
her contusion at the remembrance of
that awful episode which would ob
trude Itself oa every ecensol. You
eau se a rie er gua "
aIs U.ddea e remed ever O
he wall avid took down the Winches. at
:er which he handed her. r
"This one is ready for service, and ce
rou will find a revolver on the shelf. ed
There is only one possible way of so at
:ess to this cabin; that's down those of
rock stairs. One man, one woman, a ly
!hild, even, with these weapons could cl
hold it against an army." .t,
"Couldn't I go with you?' m
"On that foot?"
Enid pressed her wounded foot upon be
the ground. It was not so painful pi
when resting, but she found she could ha
not walk a step on it without great cc
suffering. di
"I might carry you part of the way," sI
said the man. "I carried you last ta
night, but it would be impossible, all hI
of it." m
"Promise me that you will be back a'
by nightfall, with Uncle Bob and-" tc
"I shall be back by nightfall, but I
can't promise that I will bring any
body with me."
"You mean?"
"You saw what the cloudburst near
ly did for you," was the quick an
swer. "If they did not get out of that
pocket, there is nothing left of them
now."
"But they must have escaped," per
sisted the girl, fighting down her
alarm at this blunt statement of possl
ble peril. "Besides, Uncle Robert and
most of the rest were climbing one of
the peaks, and-"
"They will be all right, then; but if
I am to find the place and tell them
your story, I must go now."
He turhed, and without another
word or a backward glance, scrambled
down the hill. The girl limped to the
brink of the cliff over which he bad
plunged and stared after him. She
watched him as long as she could see
him, until he was lost among the
trees. If she had anybody else to de
pend upon. she would certainly have
felt differently toward him; when
Uncle Robert, and her aunt, and the
children, and old Kirkby, and the rest
surrounded her, she could hate that
man in spite of all be had done for
her, but now she stared after him de
terminedly making his way down the
mountain and through the trees It
was with difficulty she could restrain
herself from calling him back.
The silence was most oppressive,
the loneliness was frightful. She had
been alone before in those mountains,
but from choice; now the fact that
there was no escape from them made
the sensation a very different one.
She sat down and brooded ovqr her
situation until she felt that if she did
not do something and in some way di
vert her thoughts she would break
down again He had said that the
cabin and its contents were hers. She
resolved to inspect them more close
ly She hobbled back into the great
room and looked about her again.
There was nothing that demanded
careful scrutiny. She wasn't quite
sure whether she was within the pro
prieties or not, but she seized the old
est and most worn of the volumes on
Ihe shelf It was a text book on mln
ing and metallurgy, she observed, and t
opening it to the By leat, across the
page she saw written in a firm, vy
orous masculine hand a name, "Wil
liam Berkeley Newbold," and be
neath these wods, "Thayer Hall, Har
vard," and a date some seven years
back.
The owner of that book, whether the i
present possessor or not, had been a
college man. Say that he had gradu- I
ated at twenty-one or twenty-two, he 1
would be twenty-eight or twenty-nine I
years old now, but if so, why that I
white hair? Perhaps. though, the I
book did not belong to the man of the
cabin.
She turned to other books on the
shelf. Many of them were technical
books, which she had sumcsint gen
eral culture to realise could be only
iavailable to a man highly educated.
and a special student of mines and
mining-a mniang engineer, she de
cided, with a glance at those instru
ments and appliances of a scintlBe
character plainly, but of whose actual
use she was ignorant.
A rapid iaspection of the other
books confirmed her in the conclusion
that the man of the mountains was
indeed the owner of the collection.
There were a few well worn volumes
of poetry and essays, Shakespeare, a
Bible, Bacon, Marcus Aurelius, Epicte
tus, Keats, a small dictionary, a com
pendloua encyclopedia, Just the books,
she thought, smiling at her conceit,
that a man of education and culture
would want to have upon a desert i
land where his supply of literature
would be limited.
The old ones were autographed as
the first book she had looked In; oth
ers, newer additions to the little li
brary, if she could judge their condi
tion, were unsigned.
Into the corner cupboard and the
drawers, of course, she did not lopk.
There was nothing else in the room
to attract her attention, save some
piles of manuscript neatly arranged
on one of the shelves, each one cover
ed with a square of board and kept
in place by pieces of glistening quarts.
There were four of these piles and an
other half the size of the first four
on the table. These, of cooS, she did
not eomina, further than to nets that
the writing was in the ame bold.
free hand as the sgnature in the
books If she had been a expert she
might have deduced mech frem the
writig; uas tt wa, she hfeaed it tw
strean aset manly.
Having completed her inspeetio of
thi room, shme opeaed the door and
went lte the othor. It wm smaller
d n invitimns It had oly ae
wimdew, ad a dewr sped estlid
Thsr. was a ewit adeS. hare s
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shelves with cooking utensils and
graniteware, and more rude box re
ceptacles on the walls which were fill
ed with a bountiful and well selected
store of canned goods and provisions
of various kinds. This was evident
ly the kitchen, supply room, china
closet. She saw no sign of a bed in
it, and wondered where and how the
man had soent the night.
By rights, her mind should have
been filled with her uncle and his
party, and in their alarm she should
have shared, but she was so extremely
comfortable, except for her foot, which
did not greatly trouble her so long as
she kept it quiet, that she felt a cer
tain degree of contentment, not to say
happiness. The adventure was so ro
mantic and thrilling-save for those
awful moments in the pool-especially
to the soul of a conventional woman
f I
/ n pc
IN&
In Spit. of His Hand Sb. Swayed.
who had been brought up In the most K
humdrum and stereotyped fashion of t
the earth's ways, and with never an c
opportunity for the development of
the spirit of romance which all of us a
exhibited some tme in our life. and
which, thank God, some of us never v
lose, that she found herself revelling
In it.
She lost herself h pleasing Imagins t
tioos of tales o her adventures that c
she could tell when she got back to t
her uncle, sad when she got furthe! t
back to staid old Philadelphia. How a
shooked everybody would be with itt
all there! Of course, she resolved
that she would never mention one ep t
isode of that terrible day, and she had
somehow absolute coandence that this 1
man, in spite of hi grim gruf tae&
turnity, who had shoen himself so ex
ceedingly considerate of her. feelings,
would never mention it either.'
She had so much food for thought I
that not even in the late afternoon of 1
the long day qould she force her mind i
to the printed pages of the book she
had taken at random from the shelf
which lay open betorn her, where she
sat in the sun, her head covered by an
old "Stetson" that she had ventured
to appropriate. She had dragged a
bear skin out on the rocks in the an
and sat curled up on it half reclining
against a boulder watching the trail,
the Winchester by her sid. She had
eaten so late a breakfast that she had
made a rather frutal lunch out of
whatever had taken per fancy in the
store room, and she was watting most
anxiously now for the return of the
man.
The season was late and the sun
sank behind the peaks quite early in
the afternoon, and it grew dark and
chill long before the shadows fell upon
the dwellers of the lowlands.
lnid drew the bear skin around her
and waited with an ever-growing ap
prehensi~n. If she should be com
pelled to spend the nlsht alone in that
cabin, she felt that she could not ean
dure It. She was never gladder of
anything in her life than when she
saw him suddenly break out of the
woods and start up the steep trail,
and for a moment her gladness was
not temered by the fact which she
was presently to rlise with great
dismay, that as be had gone, so he
now retrmed, aloe.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Castaways of the Meastalas.
The man was evideatly eekin her,
for so l as he mgt it of hbe
e beboke intao am aad seawe bond
I ag up the stee aset with tho seed
r sad agllt ft a ehmis or a mentatl
Sshe As hae pprmeb he the ts -
"se t her fast and supread erme
g q h byesMu ag O s wise as
had been leaning, at the same time ez
tending her hand to greet him.
"Oh," she cried, her voice rising
nervously as he drew near, "I am so
glad you are back, another hour of
loneliness and I believe I should have
gone crazy."
Now whether that joy in his return
was for him personally or for him ab
stractly, he could not tell; whether
she was glad that he had come back
simply because he was a human being
who would relieve her lonelines or
whether she rejoiced to ee him Indi
vidually, was a matter not yet to be
determined. He hoped the latter, he
believed the former. At any rate, he
caught and held her outstretched
hand in the warm clasp of both his
own. Burning words of greetfng
rushed to his lips torrentially; what
he said, however, was quite commas
place, as Is often the eaes Ward
thought and outward speech did not
correspond.
"It's too cold for you out here, you
must go into the house at once," he
declared masterfully, and she obeyed
with unwonted meekness
The sun had set sad the alght air
bad grown-suddenly chill. till hold
ing her hand, they started pward the
cabiq a few rods away. Her wounded
foot was of little support to ber ad
the excitemet had unnerved her. in
spite of his hand she swayed; without
a thought he caught her about the
waist and half lifted, halt led her to
the door. It seemed as anatral as it
was Inevitable for him to assist her In
this way. and n her weakane sad be.
wilderment she sufered it without
comment or resistane. Indeed, there
was such strength and power In his
arm, she was on secure there that she
liked it. As for him, his pulses were
bounding at the contact; but for that
matter even to look at her quickened
his heart beat.
(To aB COO~NINUD~
Drainage of the Zoyder Zee
A great project is again bewor the
people of Holland-the dralaing of the
Zuyder Zee. The se which, as ever
one knows. Is at the north of Bolland
and covers an area of 0,00 heetares
a hectare beingl raotlly two e
anad a hal
Just half a century ago a sibem t
drain the southern portion o the as
was irst mooted sad although It re
caved considerable support. the ogpp
stio was greator, but sow an sse
elation has been formed and a bil will
be tatroduoed Into the eaer. The
promoters see that with an Inmreased
population mesas must be taken to
e the country' ad thi r elasm
tion of th mse is  gested as egpeNe
ofd acomplishment If the sea i cosr
quared there are several lakbs whleh
San be dealt with liter.
What Mitos Omittd.
The rebellious angels had Just beeo
Sasoutout of heave. I the swift
downward ight Lulfor overtook
Beelsebub.
p "What's troubling you, Bub" he
"An old randsp," answered the f
tare foul Sed, between smerultr.
"Where are we blag this tsllr
UIpplacott's.
Orvrewerd.
"Helghol" said BI3ad, as Jhepson
Sbarry ashe by t bis ntor ear. "I
l wish I ba4 a meotr ear.
"OL, nonsesse, ll," aid Ustbesm
a WhM's the use? Ten e*eMat of
t terd to kee It"
S I7sT" asid 06ed "t I ews aE
a lard to su 1."ýqg . WeLth
AYA NIGHT ULIFE IN
Sharlottenburg, Fashionable
of Capital, Objects to R
Late Hours.
Berlin, Germany.-The clr
and police of Charlottenburg. a
lonable residence section that
lependent of the Berlin
have decided to take a first
against the night life from
proper that gathers in the
correspondent says. All ni"t
there is carousing and the
taurants and cafes swarm att
and six o'clock in the morning.
the revelers jo home in the
daylight, arriving at Berli
the workers are emerging for
daily tasks.
For some time the number
called American bars has be
creasing in Charlottenburg.
in the best streets and d
the residents. It has now beet
cided not to license any more
and cafes and those in existeag0
be suppressed as far as
at least made to close at
hours. One o'clock has bees
The Decorated Statue of
the Great In Berlin Seen b
the hour for losing and it
lieved that as the greater pug.
patronage is after that hour.
rule will have the effect of
majority of the places oat
ness. It is also proposed to
dancing in places which are
ciflcally licensed for that
The decentralisation of night
ing from Berlin proper to
dence sections has bee i
much worry of late, and tha
frst attempt to stem the tidta
BAR. WOMAN AS
Atlanta Student, While
From College, is gwel
Court. Interpretatls.
Atlanta, Oa.-When the
the Grand Opera House at
rolled up, disclosing the
lass of the Atlanta Law
was a generyl craning oft asms
cited whispers. For here wa
i chadidate for the coveted
Bachelor of Laws-a Portle
l1d Georga-eand the audisee,
masse to shout its approval
vasion of the sacred rights af
The climax came when ha
Mrs. OGeorgia Mcntyre W
the course of the distribsie
plomas was called. The
an, who had sat through the
among that dominant groep
as uncoscerned as though t
of her ss was at
her neck, stepped demurnly
to roeeive her dgree--"vik
advantaes, privilegs ad
ments incident therets."
But the followinl
the belance of the clas
sdmitted to the bar, Mrs. W
"of the privileged sex," st
room gaslzg at her diploma
ing ot the useles degree
her to all the "advastagese,
and moluments thereto."
For, under an interpretatis
law, as laid down by the
courts, only male citienas as
to the practlee of law. Mrs
therefore, just because she
man, sad in spite of the high
she attained in her class, Ug
plaely asids.
WIRELESS SAVES MANI
Message Sent From Mldesm i
*teed In Court in Lies
Formal AMidavit.
sent by wireless trom the
Nippon Maru by Dr. Otis 5.
isg, ship's doctor, to his
here, seured him temporear
recently from an order for
of his property for thesaie
his divorced wife's unpaid
The Nippon Mars is now i
.niddle of the PsalAc, en
from the Orient The wlre
sage was produced in
psaulding's attorney and
Ieu of ua Sffdavit.
Mrs. Spauldings was grante
terlocutory decree and $'15 pers
alimony October 11, 1910,
detaulting the case. His ,
now says that he will cot
case when it comes up Sor
BAD ROADS COST MI
Farmers Lose That Amount
Says A. C. Trumbo ot MIS'
kogee, Okla.
Denver, CoL-A. C. Trumbo
kageo , Ok., president of the
Mississippi congress, whioh
lait Lake City, declared that
deero of agriltural
America lose anually
I over their usropeen nelghbaot
east of trasuportation.
The scatica of the
Mr. Trhmbo, is in ood r4
tie wahie he says the
mgr ew is going to make

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