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A WILFUL SIREN
By Augustus Goodrich Sherwin.
"That makes us square except
lor my lasting gratituoej"
Adrian Moore, agent for a great
western Canadian lumber company,
looked vaguely at a man -who had
grasped his hand fervently on the
public street of Chapelle, pressmg in
to his palm a gold piece.
"You don't remember me!" ex
claimed Jim Saxon rather disappoint
edly. "Do you reclal White Axe?"
"Oh, now that you mention that
town, said, Adrian you mean you
"Don't Be Offended, Mr. Moore."
are. the man that three loafers tried
to whip?" .
"And got the worst of it, but ran
away like cowards when the mounted
police swoop.ed down on the scene
yes," was the animated reply.
"But your beard, and those ugly
"Assumed for a purpose," advised
Saxon mysteriously "that is, when I
am ; aroundl -iheseu diggings. I'm a
1 ne'er-do-well, Mr. Moore, and I am
sort of trailing over the footpaths of
the past to see what a big fool I've
been. You paid my fine for me at
White Axe. I didn't expect to run
across you here. Glad, though. In
a money way we're square, but if
ever you need a .friend I'm all
Then the incident passed out of
Adrian's mind, just as the White Axe
episode had done. He had other more
pressing thoughts. He had come to
the district on business for his com
pany and had met his fate in the
form of Althea Driscoll, daughter of
a veteran forest guide.
Adrian had been treated as quite a
social lion at Chapelle. It was a crude
border town, but lumber and ore Bad'
brought in riches and the people were
progressive. There was one other
than Althea Driscoll who had attract- 1
ed him somewhat. This was a Miss
Violet Walton. She was a new ar
rival in the district, seemed to have
a fortune and claimed to be the
daughter of a deceased mining king.
Miss Walton was a flashy dark
beauty, almost swarthy, but this re
deemed by the deep searching sparkle
of her eyes and regular attractive
features. She had a maid, a dusky
beauty, said to be a half-breed'. Miss
Walton was a finished musician and
Adrian had met her at several local
She was not the mold of woman
who would have attracted Adrian
outside of mere casual acquaintance
ship. She managed, however, to run
across him at odd times, and his 4
friends rallied him over this decided
preference of the dark beauty.
Adrian did not see Saxon again for
a week. One evening, upon going to
his room at the hotel, he found Saxon ;
awaiting him at the door.
"I want to have a confidential talk
with you on a matter of interest to
yourself," announced Saxon, and he
startled Adrian by saying as soon as
he was seated in the apartment: "You
have been, paying considerable atten-