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THE ROCK' ISiaN13 AKGT7S, TUESDAY. FEBltUARY 27, 1912.
Batter MjnTtferij ar4
: The Odda Against Him.
The noise of the opening of thi
door and the Inrush of cold air tbat
.'. followed a wok Enid Maltland to ln
'V' stant action. She rose to bar feet and
; . faced the entrance through which aba
V; expected Newbold to reappear for of
.'course the newcomer mutt be be
i" and for the life of her abe could not
'- belp tbat radiating flash of Joy, the
y momentary anticipation of which fair
7 "lT transfigured her being; although it
s ' abe bad stopped to reflect ahe would
hare remembered that not in the
whole course of thetr acquaintance had
- - Newbold ever entered her room at any
r; time wltbont knocking and receiving
Some of that Jot yet Ungwed In her
: lovely face when ahe tardily reeog-
nixed tb newcomer In the half light.
I :. Armstrong, scarcelr watting to close
7 the door, sprang forward Joyfully with
hla hands outstretched.
L "Enid!" he cried.
Naturally he thought the look of ex
i.l pec taut happiness he had surprised
-r upon her face was for him and he
accounted for Its sudden dieappear
ance by the shock of his unexpected.
. unannounced, abrupt, entrance.
- Tbe warm color bad flushed her
? face, but as she stared at him her as
t- pect rapidly changed. She grew paler.
The happy light that had shone In her
f: eyes faded away and aa be approached
: her she shrank back.
"You!" she exclaimed almost In terror.
Tea." he answered smilingly. 1
have found you at last Thank God
you are safe and. well. Oh, If you
1 could only know the agonies I bar
gone through. I thought I lored you
when I left you six weeks ago, but
In eager Impetuosity he drew nearer
. to her. Another moment and he
would bare taken her in his arms, but
she would have none of him.
"Stop," she said with a cold and
. Inflexible sternness tbat gave pause
even to bis buoyant Joyful assurance.
"Why, whafs the matterr
"The matter? Everything, but
"No evasions, please," continued the
man ctlll cheerfully but with a grow,
log misgiving. His suspicions, in abey
. ance for the moment because of his
Joy at seeing her alive and well, arose
with renewed force. "I left you prac
tically pledged to me," he resumed.
' "Not so fast." answered Enid Malt-
land, determined to combat the llght-
est attempt to establish a binding
claim upon her.
"Isn't it truer asked Armstrong.
"Here, wait," he said before she could
answer. "I am half frosen, I hare been
searching for you since early morn
ing in the storm." He unbuttoned and
unbelted hla huge fur coat as he spoke
and threw it carelessly on the floor by
his Winchester leaning against the
wall. "Now," he resumed, '1 can talk
"You must have something to eat
then." said the girL
She was glad of the Interruption
since she waa playing tor time. She
did not quite know how the Interview
would end, he bad come upon her so
une-pectedly and she had never for
mulated what ahe would say to him.
that which she felt she must say. She
must have time to think, to collect
herself, which he in his part waa quite
willing to give her, for he was not
much better prepared for the Inter
- view than she. He really waa hungry
' and tired, hla early Journey had been
foolhardy and in the highest degree
dangerous. - The violence of his admlr
atlon for her added to the excitement
of her presence, and the probable near-
- ness of Newbold aa to whose where
abouts he wondered were not oonduc-
. lve to rapid recuperation. It would
- be comfort to him also to have food
"Sit down." she said. "I shall be
hack in a moment."
The lire of the morning waa still
.; burning In the stove la the kitchen; to
heat a can of soup, to make him some
buttered toast and hot coffee, were the
- tasks of a few moments; she brought
. them back to him, set them on the ta
r ble before him and bade him fall to.
"By Jove." exclaimed the man after
'.- a little time as he began to eat bast
T Ily but with great reliah what ahe had
.v prepared, while she stood over him
watching him silently. "This is coxy.
v A warm, comfortable room, something
'.. to eat served by the finest woman In
the world, the prettiest girl on earth
- to look at what more could a man de
sire? This la the way It's going to be
always In the future."
"You have no warrant whatever for
: saying or hoping that," answered the
: girl slowly but decisively.
"Have I not?" asked the man cuick
' ly. "Did you not say to me a little
while ago that you liked me better
v than any man you had ever met and
that I might win you if I could? Well.
" I can, and what's more, I will In spite
of yourself. Enid." he laughed. "Why,
v the memory of that kiss I stole from
.. you makes me mad." He pushed the
! things before htm and rose to hla feet
; once more. "Come, give me another,"
he said. "It lant in the power of wo-
- tnaa to stand against a love like
very quietly but with the swiftness
and the dexterity of a sword thrust
by a master hand, a mighty arm.
Armstrong stared at her la open
"What do you know about Louise
Rosser or Newbold?" he asked at
"All that I want to know."
"And did that damned hound tell
"If you mean Mr. Newbold, he nev
er mentioned your name, he does not
know you exist."
"Where Is he now?" thundered the
Have no fear," answered the wo
man calmly, "he has gone to the set
tlements to tell them I am safe and
to seek help to get me out of the
Tear!" exclaimed Armstrong,
proudly, "I fear nothing on earth. For
years, ever since I heard his name In
fact, I have longed to meet him. I
want to know who told you about that
woman Kirk by?"
"He never mentioned your name In
connection with her."
"But you must have heard it some
where," cried the man thoroughly be
wildered. "The birds of the air didn't
tell It to you. did they?"
"She told me herself," answered
"She told you? Why, she's been
dead in her grave five years, shot to
death by that murderous dog of a hus
band of hers."
"A word with you, Mr. Armstrong.'
said the woman with great spirit.
"You can't talk that way about Mr.
Newbold; be saved my life twice
over, from a bear and then in the
cloudburst which caught me in the
"That evens up a little," said Arm
strong. "Perhaps for your sake I will
"You!" laughed the woman con
temptuously. "Spare him? Be advised.
look to yourself, if he ever finds out
' what I know, I don't believe any power
I nn AArth rftnM iiva vmi "
"Oh," said Armstrong carelessly
enough, although he was consumea
with bate and Jealousy and raging
against her clearly evident disdain.
"I can take care of myself, I guess.
Anyway I only want to talk about
you, not about him or her. Your father"
falsehood; but the power of the truth
to Influence this woman was as noth
ing to the power of falsehood. She
could never have loved him, she now
knew; a better man had won her af
fections, a nobler being claimed her
heart; but if he had told the truth re
garding his relationship to Newbold's
wife and then had completed It with
his passionate avowal of his present
love for her, she would have at least
admired him and respected him.
"You have nottold me the truth,"
she answered directly; "you have de
liberately been false."
Can't you see," protested tbe man
drawing nearer to her, "how much I
Oh, that; yes I suppose that la
true; as far as you can love any one
I will admit that you do love me."
So far as I can love any one?" he
repeated after her. "Give me a chance
and ni show you."
"But you havent told the truth
about Mrs. Newbold. You have calum
niated the dead, you have sought to
shelter yourself by throwing the bur
den of a guilty passion upon the weak
er vessel; it isnt manlike, it isn't
Armstrong was a bold fighter, quick
and prompt in his decisions. He made
another effort to set himself right. He
staked his all on another throw of the
dice, which he began to feel were
somehow loaded against him.
"You are right," he admitted, won
dering anxiously how much the woman
really knew. "It wasn't true. It was
a coward's act, I am ashamed of It.
I'm so mad with love for you that I
scarcely know what I am doing, bnt
I will make a clean breast of It now.
I loved Louise Rosser after a fashion
before ever Newbold came on tbe
scene. We were pledged to each oth
er; a foolish quarrel arose, she was
Jealous of other girls
"And had she no right to be?"
"Oh, I suppose so. We broke If off
anyway and then she married New
bold, out of pique I suppose, or what
you wilL I thought I was beart-brok
en at the time, it did hit me pretty
hard; it was five or six years ago; I
was a youngster then, I am a man
now. Tbe woman has been dead long
since; there was some cock-and-bull
story about her falling off a cliff and
her husband being compelled to shoot
her. I didn't believe it at the time,
and naturally I have been waiting to
get even with him. I have been hat
ing him for five years, but he has
been good to you and we will jet by
gones be bygones. What do I care
for Louise Rosser, or for him, or for
what he did to her, now! I am sorry
that I said what I did, but you will
have to charge It to my blinding pas
sion for you. I can truthfully say that
you are one woman that I have ever
craved with all my heart. I will do
anything, be anything, to win you."
It was very brilliantly done; he had
not told a single untruth; he had ad
mitted much, but he baa withheld
the essentials after all. He was play
ing against desperate odds, he had no
knowledge of how much she knew, or
where she had learned anything. Ev
ery one about the mining camp where
she had lived had known of his love
for Louise Rosser, but he had not sup
posed there was a single human soul
this man. what has he done?" jistence c( those letters and she did
It was Armstrong who replied. If I not intend that he should be enllght-
Newbold were in the dark, not so he; ened so far as she could prevent it.
although they had never spoken, he ; But she was keen enough to see that
had seen Newbold. He recognized the first recognition would be in-
him instantly, Indeed,' recognized or evitable; she even admitted the fact
not. the newcomer could be no oth-
You Coward l" She Cried.
than he. There was doubtless no oth
er man in the mountains. He had ex
pected to find him when he approach
ed the hut and was ready for him.
To the fire of his ancient hatred and
Jealousy was added a new fuel that
Increased Its heat and flame. This
man had come between Armstrong and
the woman he loved before and had
got away unscathed; evidently he had
come between htm and this new wo
man he loved. Well, he should be
made to suffer for it this time and by
Armstrong's own hands. The in
stant Newbold had entered the room
Armstrong had thirsted to leap upon
him, and he meant to do it. One or
the other of them, he swore in his
heart, should never leave that room
But Newbold should have his chance.'
Armstrong was as brave, as fearless,
as Intrepid, as any man on earth.
There was much that was admirable
in his character; he would not take
any man at a disadvantage in an en
counter such as he proposed. He
would not hesitate to rob a man of his
wife if he could, and be would not
shrink from any deceit necessary to
gain his purpose with a woman, for
good or evil, but he had bis own ideas
of honor, he would not shoot an en
emy in the back for instance.
Singular perversion, this, to which
some minds are liable! To take from
a man his wife by subtle and under
hand methods, to rob him of that
which makes life dear and sweet
there was nothing dishonorable in
that! But to take his life, a thing of
infinitely less moment, by the same
process that was not to be thought
of.- In Armstrong's code it was right.
It was imperative, to confront a man
with the truth and take the consequen
ces; but to confront a woman with a lie
"la he well?"
"Well enough, but heart-broken. who httd been Prlr to ,ts ,ater devel
crushed. I happened to be in his house ! opments. and he could not figure out
in Philadelphia when the telegram n wav DT wnic& Enid Maltland could
Lcul jti bold 44" it, wrad
came from your uncle tbat you were
lost and probably dead. I bad Just
asked him for your hand," he added.
smiling grimly at the recollection.
"You bad no right to do that"
"I know that."
"It was not, it Is not, his to give."
"Still when I won you I thought It
would be pleasant all around if he
knew and approved."
"And did he?"
"Not then, he literally drove me out
of the house, but afterwards he said
If I could find you I could have yon;
and, by Heaven. I have found you and
I will have you whether you like it or
"Never," cried the woman decisive
The situation had got on Arm
strong's nerves, and he must perforce
how himself In his true colors. His
only resources were his strength, not
of mind but of body. He made anoth
er most damaging mistake at this
"We are alone here, and I am mas
ter, remember," he said meaningly.
"Come, let's make up. Give me a kiss
tor my pains and "
"I have been alone here for a month
with another man," answered Enid
Maltland who was strangely unafraid
In spit of this threat. "A gentleman,
be has never so much as offered to
touch my hand without my permis
sion ; the contrast Is quite to your dis
"Are you Jealous of Louise Rosser?"
asked Armstrong suddenly seeing that
he was losing ground and casting
about desperately to account for it.
and to recover what was escaping him.
"Why, that was nothing, a mere boy
and girl affair." be ran on with a spe
cious good humor as If it were all a
trifle. "The woman waa, I hate to
say it. Just crazy In love with me, but
I really never cared anything espe
cially for her; It was Just a harmless
sort of flirtation anyway. She after
ward married this man Newbold and
that's all there was about it."
The truth would not serve him and
in his desperation and desire he stak
ed everything on this astounding lie.
The woman he loved looked at him
with her face as rigid as a mask.
"You won't hold that against me,
will you?" pleaded the man. "I told
you that rd been a man among men,
yea, among women, too. here In this
rough country, and that I wasn't
worthy of you; there are lots of things
In my past that I ought to be ashamed
of and I am. and the more I see you
the more ashamed I grow, but aa for
loving any one else, all that I've ever
thought or felt or experienced before
now la Just nothing."
And this Indeed was true, and even
Eold Maitland with all her prejudice
could realise and understand it Out
of the same mouth, was said of old.
proceeded blessing and cursing, and
trpm the tir&e lias caa tjcutb. and
that Armstrong would probably pre
cipitate it himself. Well, no human
soul, not even their writer, knew that
she had destroyed them, she had de
termined to do so at the first conveni
ent opportunity. Before that, however,
she intended to show them not to New
bold but to Armstrong, to disclose his
perfidy, to convict him of the false
hood he had told her and to Justify
herself even in his eyes for the action
she had taken.
Mingled with all these quick reflec
tions was a deadly fear. She was
quick to perceive the hatred Arm
strong bore on the one hand because
of the old love affair, the long cher
ished grudge breaking into sudden
life; on the other she realized that
ner own failure to come to Arm
strong's hands and her love for New
bold, which she neither could nor had
any desire to conceal, and the cumula
tion of these passionate antagonisms
would only make him the more des
Whether Newbold found out Arm
strong's connection with his past love,
there was sufficient provocation in the
present to evoke all the oppugnation
and resentment of his nature. Enid
felt as she might if the puncheons of
the floor had been sticks of dynamite
with active detonations in every heel
that pressed them; as if the slightest
movement on the part of any one
would bring about an explosion.
The tensity of the situation was be
wildering to her. It had come upon
her with such startling force; the un
expected arrival of Armstrong, of all
the men on earth the .one who ought
not to be there, and then the equally
startling arrival of Newbold, of whom
perhaps the same might have been
said. If Newbold had only gone on,
If he had not come back, If she had
been rescued by her uncle or old Kirk
by But "lfs" were idle, she had to
face tbe present eituatlon to which
she was utterly unequal.
She had entirely repudiated Arm
strong, tbat was one sure point; she
knew how guilty he bad been toward
Newbold's wife, that was another; she
realized how he had deceived her.
that was the third. These eliminated
the man from her affections, but it is
one thing to thrust a man out of your
heart and another to thrust him out
of your life; he was still there. And
by no means the sport of blind fate
Armstrong intended to have something
to say as to the course of events, to
use his own powers to determine the
Of but one thing beside her hatred
for Armstrong was Enid Maitland ab
solutely certain; she would never dis
close to the man she loved the fact
that the woman, the memory of whose
supposed passion he cherished, had
been unfaithful to him In heart if
not in deed. Nothing could wrest that
arm, she lifted her face up to him.
"As God is my Judge," she cried, her
voice rising with the tragic intensity
of the moment and thrilling with In
dignant protest, "he took it from me
like the thief and the coward he was
and he tells it now like the liar he is.
We were riding side by side, I was
utterly unsuspicious, I thought h!m a
gentleman, he caught me and kissed
me before I knew it I drove him
from me. That's all."
"I believe you," said Newbold gent
ly, and then for the first time, he ad
dressed himself to Armstrong. "You
came doubtless to rescue Miss Mait-
spite of all the damned scoundrels on
earth like this un."
"Are these letters addressed to my
dead wife?" asked Newbold. .
"They are," answered Enid Maib
land. "Look and see."
. "And did Mr. Armstrong writa
"He'll deny it, I suppose," answered
"But I am familiar with his hand
writing," said Maitland.
Taking the still unopened packet
from Newbold, he opened It examined
one of the letters and handed them all
"There is no doubt about It," he
Armstrong's hand, I'd
land, and in so far your purpose was
admirable and you deserve thanks and said. "It's
respect, but no further. This is my swear to it."
cabin, your words and your conduct j "Oh. I'll acknowledge them," said
render you unwelcome here. Miss Armstrong, seeing the absolute futil
Maltland is under my protection; if j ity of further denial. He had forgot
you uill come outside I will be glad ten all about the letters. He had not
i dreamed ' they were in existence.
to talk with you further."
"Under your protection?" sneered
Armstrong beside himself. "After a
month with you alone I take it she I done my damndest" and indeed that
"You've sot me heat between you; the
V .11 11 3 atC .'1 UV. Il M UL.mu, U.V1. . .w
needs no further protection."
Newbold did not leap upon the man
for that mordant Insult to the woman;
his approach was slow, relentless, ter
rible. Eight or ten feet separated
them. Armstrong met him half way,
.his impetuosity was greater, he Eprang
forward, turned about, faced the full
light from the narrow window.
"Well," he cried, "have you got any
thing to say or do about it?"
But Newbold had stopped, appalled.
He stood staring as If petrified; recog
nition, recollection rushed over him.
Sank His Fingers Around the Other's
Enid gratefully, coming nearer to him
as she spoke. "No man could have
done more for me than Mr. Newbold
has, and no one could have been more,
considerate of me. As for you," she
turned to Armstrong, who now slowly
got to his feet, "your insinuations
against me are on a par with your
charges against the dead woman, be-
and take her body and soul, if so be she j secret .from her. She had been in- neath contempt."
might be gained, was equally admir- j fected by Newbold's quixotic Ideas, I "What did he say about her?" asked
able. " And there are tither souls than i th onnfne-inn nf Ms nor-vei-nlnn of mm-1 old Kirkby.
have learned by any possibility any
more of the story than he had told
her. He had calculated swiftly and
with tbe utmost nicety, Just how much
he should confess. He was a keen
wltted clever man and he was fighting
for what he held most dear, but his
eagerness and zeal, as they have oft
en done, overrode bis Judgment, and
he made another mistake at this Junc
ture. His evil genius was at his el
"Yon must remember," he continued,
that you have been alone here in
these mountains with a man for over
a month; the world
"What what do you mean?" ex
claimed the girl, who indeed knew
very well what he meant, but who
would not admit the possibility.
It's not every man," he added,
blindly rushing to his doom, "that
would care for you or want you aft
He received a sudden and terrible
"You coward," she cried, with up
raised hand, whether in protest or to
strike him neither ever knew, for at
that moment the door opened the sec
ond time that morning to admit an
The Last Resort of Kings and Men.
The sudden entrant upon a quarrel
between others is Invariably at a dis
advantage, tsuaily be is unaware
of the cause of difference and general
ly he has no Idea of the stage of de
velopment of the affair that has been
reached. Newbold suffered from this
lack of knowledge and to these dis
advantages were added others. For
Instance, he had not the faintest Idea
as to who or what was the stranger.
The room was not very light In the
day time. Armstrong happened to be
standing with his back to it at some
distance from the window by the side
of which Enid stood. Six years nat
urally and inevitably makes some dif
ference in a man's appearance, and it
Is not to be wondered that at first
Newbold did not recognise the man be
fore him as the original of the face in
his wife's locket although he had stud-
led that face over and over again. A
nearer scrutiny, a longer study, would
have enlightened him of course, but
for the present he saw nothing but a
stranger visibly perturbed on one side
and the woman he loved apparently
fiercely resentful, stormlly indignant
confronting the other with an up
The man, whoever he was, had af
fronted her, had aroused ner Indigna
tion, perhaps had Insulted her. that
was plain. He went swiftly to her
side, he Interposed himself between
her and the man.
"Enid." he asked, and his easy use
of the name was a revelation and an
Illumination to Armstrong, "who la
Armstrong's In which this moral In
consistency and obliquity about men
and women has lodgment I
Armstrong confronted Newbold
therefore, lustful of battles; he yearn
ed to leap upon him, his fingers Itched
to grasp him, then trembled slightly as
he rubbed them nervously against his
thumbs; his face protruded a little, his
My name is Armstrong," he said,
determined to precipitate the issue
without further delay and flinging the
words at the other in a tone of hec
toring defiance which, however
strange to say, did not seem to effect'!
Newbold in any perceptible degree.
The name was an illumination to
him, though not at all in the way the
speaker had fancied; the recollection
of it was the one fact concerning her
that rankled in the solitary's mind.
He had often wanted to ask Enid Mait
land what she had meant by that
chance allusion to Armstrong which
she had made in the beginning of their
acquaintance, but he had refrained.
At flr6t he had no right to question
her; there eould.be no natural end to
their affections; and latterly when
their hearts had been disclosed to each
other In the wild, tempestuous, pas
sionate scenes of the last two or three
days, he had had things of greater mo
ment to engage his attention, subjects
of more importance to discuss with
He had for the time being forgotten
Armstrong and be had not before
known what jealousy was until he had
entered that room. To have seen her
with any man would have given him
acute pain, perhaps Just because he
had been so long withdrawn from hu
man society, but to see her with this
man who flashed instantly into his
recollection upon the utterance of his
name was an added exasperation.
Newbold turned to the woman to
whom indeed he had addressed his
question in the first place, and there
was something In his movement which
bespoke a galling almost contemptuous
obliviousness to the presence of the
other man which was Indeed hard for
him to bear.
Hate begets hate. He was quite
conscious of Armstrong's antagonism,
which was entirely undisguised and
open and which was growing greater
with every passing moment The
score against Newbold was running up
In tbe mind of his visitor.
"Ah," coolly said the owner of the
cabin to the first of his two guest3.
"I do remember you did mention that
name the first day you spent here.
Is he a a friend of yours T'
- "Not now," answered Enid Maitland.
She too was in a strange state of
perturbation on account of the dilem
ma In which she found herself In
volved. She was determined not to
betray the unconscious confidence of
the dead. She hoped fervently that
Newbold would not recognize Ann
strong as the man of the locket, but
If he did she was resolute that te
should not also be recognized as the
man of the letters, at least not by her
act Newbold was ignorant of the ex-
mon sense had fastened itself upon
her. She would not have been human
either if she had not experienced a
thrill of pride and joy at the possibil
ity that in some way, of which she yet
swore she would not be the instrument
blind or otherwise, the facts might be
disclosed which would enable Newbold
to claim her openly and honorably, with
out hesitation before or remorse aft
er, as his wife. This fascinating flash
of expectant, hopeful feeling she
thought unworthy of her and strove
to fight it down, but with manifest Im
possibility. It has taken time to set these things
down; to speak or to write Is a slow
process, and the ratio between outward
expressions and inward Is as great as
that between light and sound. Ques
tions and answers between these three
followed as swiftly as thrust and p'irry
between accomplished swordsmen, and
yet between each demand and reply
they had time to entertain these' swift
thoughts as the drowning compass
life experiences in seconds!
"I may not be her friend," said Arm
strong steadily, "but she left me in
these mountains a month ago with
more than a half way promise to mar
ry me, and I have sought her through
the snows to claim the fulfillment."
"You never told me that," exclaimed
Newbold sternly and again addressing
the woman rather than the man.
"There was nothing to tell," she an
swered quickly. "I was a young girl,
heart free; I liked this man, perhaps
because he was so different from those
to whom I had been accustomed, and
when he pressed his suit upon me, I
told him the truth. I did not love
him, I did not know whether 1 might
grow to care for him or not; if I did,
I should marry him and if I did not
no power on earth could make me.
And now I hate him!" She flung the
words at him savagely.
Armstrong was beside himself with
fury at her words, and Newbold's cool
indifference to him personally was un
endurable. In battle such as he waged
be tad the mistaken idea tbat any
thing was fair. He could not really
tell whether it was love of woman or
hate of man that was most dominant;
he saw- at once the state of affairs be
tween the two. He could hurt the
man and the woman with one state
ment; what might be its ulterior effect
he did net stop to consider, perhaps if
he had he would not then have cared
greatly. He realized anyway that
since Newbold's arrival his chance
with Enid was gone; perhaps wheth
er Newbold ware alive or dead it was
gone forever; although Armstrong did
not think that he was not capable of
thinking very far into the future in
his then condition, the present bulked
too large for that
"I did not think after that kiss In
the road tbat you would go back on
me this way, Enid," he said quickly.
"The kiss in the road," cried New
bold staring again at the woman.
"You coward," repeated she, with
one swift envenomed glance at the
other man, and then she turned to her
lover. She laid her hand unon '(
"You know my story?" asked New
"He said that my wife had been un
faithful to me with him and that he
had refused to take ber back. Great
"And it was true," snarled Arm
strong. It was all Maitland could do to
check Newbold's rush, but In the end
It was old Kirkby who most effectively
"That's a damned He," he said quiet,
ly with his usual drawling voice.
"You can say so," laughed Arm
strong, "but that doesn't alter the
"And I can prove It," answered the
old man triumphantly.
It was coming, the secret that she
had tried to conceal was about to be
revealed, thought Enid. . She made a
movement toward the old man. She
opened her mouth to bid him be silent
less she knew. The determination! almost, dying.
Well, he had played a great game,
battling for a high stake he had stuck
at nothing. A career In which some
good had mingled with much bad was
true colors at last She would have
nothing to hope from him If he was
the victor; and she even wondered in
terror what might happen to her if the
man she loved triumphed after the
passions aroused in such a battle? She
grew sick and giddy, her bosom rose
and fell, her breath came fast as she
followed the panting, struggling, cling
ing grinding, figures about the room.
At first there had been no advantage
to either, but now after five minutes
or was it hours? of fierce fighting,
the strength and superior condition of
her lover began to tell. He was fore
ing the other backward. Slowly, Inch
by inch, foot by foot, tep by step,
he mastered him. ' The two lnterwln
ing figures were broadside to ber now,
she could see their faces inflamed by
the lust of the battle, engorged, blood
red with hate and fury, but there was
a look of exultation on one and the
shadow of approaching disaster on the
other. But the consciousness that he
was being mastered ever so little only
increased Armstrong's determination
and ho fought back with the frenzy,
the strength of a maddened gorilla.
and again for a apace the Issue was In
doubt. But not for long.
The table, a heavy cumbersome,
four-legged affair, solid almost as a
rock, stood In the way. Newbold at
last backed Armstrong up against It
and by superhuman effort bent him
over it, held bim with one arm and
using the table as a support, wrenched
his left hand free, and sunk his fin
gers around the other's throat. It was
all up with Armstrong. It was only
a question of time now.
"Now," Newbold guttered otlt
hoarsely, "you slandered the dead wo
man I married, and you insulted the
living one I love. Take back what
you said before you die."
"I forgive, him," cried Enid Malt
land. "Oh, for God's sake don't kill
him before my eyes."
Armstrong waa past speech. The
Inveteracy of his hatred could be seen
even in bis fast glazing eyes, the lndo
mitablencss of his purpose yet spoke
in tbe negative shake of his head. Ha
could die, but he would die in his hats
and In his purpose.
Enid ran to the two, she grappled
Newbold's arm with both her own and
strove with all her might to tear it
away from the other's throat. Her
lover paid no more attention to her
than if a summer breeze bad touched
him. Armstrong grew black in the
face, his limbs relaxed, another second
or two it would have been over with
Once more the door was throw
open; through It two snow-covered mea
entered. One swift glance told them
all. Ono of them at least had expect
ed it. On the one side Kirkby, on the,
other Maltland, tore Newbold away
from his prey just in time to save
Armstrong's life. Indeed the latter
was so far gone that he fell from the
table to the floor unconscious, choking,
It was Enid Maitland
was no longer hers. The direction of
affairs had been withdrawn from her.
After all It was better that the unlov
ing wife should be proved faithful,
even If her husband's cherished mem
ory of her love for him had to be de
stroyed thereby. Helpless she list
ened, knowing full well what the old
frontiersman's next word would be.
"Prove it," mocked Armstrong.
who received hla head In her arms and
helped bring him back to life whUa
the panting Newbold stood staring
dully at the woman he loved and the
man he hated en the floor at his feet
tTo be Continued. 1
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"By your own hand, out of your own ! ii'g piii's in C to 14 days. 50 cents,
mouth, you dog," thundered old Kirk- j , - - - - .
by. "Miss Enid, where are them let
ters I give you?" j
"I I " faltered the girl, but there
was no escape from the koen glance of
the old man; her hand went to the
bosom of her tunic.
"Letters," exclaimed Armstrong.
"These." answered Enid Maitland,
holding up the packet
Armstrong reached for them, but
Kirkby again Interposed.
"No, you don't," he said dryly.
"Them ain't for your eyes yet. Mr.
Newbold. I found them letters on the
little shelf where your wife first s:ruck
when she fell over onto the butte
where she died. I figured out her
dress was tore open there, and them
letters she was carrying fell out and
lodged there. We had ropes an' wo
went down over the rocks that way.
I went first an' I picked 'em up. I nev
er told nobody about It, an' I never
showed 'em to a single human be in'
until I give 'em to Miss Maitland at
EO SAGE TEA
To Darken tho 'Hair and Re
store Gray and Faded Hair
sto Its Natural Color.
It fo easier to f reserve tha color cf
the hair than to restart it, although it
is possible to do both. Our grand,
mothers understood the secret Tliof
made a "sago tea," and their dark,
giossy hair long after middle life was
due tothi3fact Our mothers have gray
hairs before they are fifty, but they are
beginning to appreciate the wisdom of
oar grandmothers in using "sage ten"
for their hair and are fast following suit
The present generation has the advan-
toT, ef iYta nnst in tSs.t' it fan trnt m
ice camp. i rcady-to-use preparation called Wyeth'a
"Why cot?" asked Newbold, taking Sae and Sulphur Hair Remedy. As a
the letters. ' fccalp tonic and color restorer this prep-
, "There wasn't no good tellln' nobody j "atiou is vastly superior to the ordinary
fen jest fer the sake o' stirrin' up -'tetfS
trouble. depends on a healthy condition of the
"But why did you give them to her j scalp. Wyeth's Fage and Sulphur Hair
at last?" -. IlemedyqukklykilU tbe damkulf germa
"Because I was afeered she might ! which rob the hair cf its life, color and
ir - t cn.' mstre, mattes me ocaip ciean ana
b up" i i ,.1 : . i i : A , . u i , -
fall in love with Armstrong.
healthy, give3 the hair strength, color
posed she dknow bis wrltin'. but w en j and b' & and makes it ,
sne didn t I Just let her keep 'em i Get a 50 cent bottle from your druggist
anyway. I knowed It'd all come out j today. lie v.'i'.l give your money LaH
somehow; there Is a God above us ia i if youarenctautkiied after a fair trial.