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CHAPTER XV—Continued
— 12 -
Smith was jabbing his paper knife
absently into the desk blotter. "\ ml
yet we go on calling this a civilized
country!" he said meditatively. Then
with a sudden change of front: "I'tn
In this fight to stay until I win out
or die out, Billy; you know that. As I
have said, Miss Verda cun kill me off
If she chooses to; but she won't choose
to. Now let's get to work. It's pretty
late to rout a justice of the peace
out of bed to issue a warrant for us,
but we'll do it. Then we'll go after
Lanterby and nmke him turn state's
evidence. Come on ; let's get busy."
But Starbuck, reaching softly for n
chair-iighting handhold upon Smith's
desk, made no reply. Instead he
snapped his lithe body out of the chair
and launched it in a sudden tiger
spring at the door. To Smith's aston
ishment, the door, which should have
been latched, came in at Starbucks
wrenching jerk of the knob, bringing
with it, hatless, and with the breath
startled out of him, the new stenogra
pher, Shaw.
"There's your state's evidence," said
Starbuck grimly, pushing the half
dazed door listener into a chair. "Just
put the auger a couple of inches into
this fellow and see what you can lind."
: liichard Shaw had an exceedingly
bad quarter of an hour when Smith
and Starbuck applied the thumbscrews
to force a confession out of him. Nev
ertheless, knowing the dangerous
ground upon which he stood, he evaded
and shuffled and prevaricated under
the charges and questionings until it
became apparent that nothing short of
bribery or physical torture would get
the truth out of him. Smith was not
willing to offer the bribe, and since
the literal thumbscrews were out of
the question, Shaw was locked into
one of the vacant rooms across the
eorridor until his captors could deter
mine what was to be done with him.
"That is one time when I fired and
missed the whole side of the barn,"
Starbuck admitted, when Shaw had been
remanded to the makeshift cell across
the hall. "I know that fellow Is on
Stanton's pay roll ; and it's reasonably
certain that he got his job with you so
that he could keep cases on you. But
we can't prove anything that we say,
so long as he refuses to talk."
"No," Smith agreed. "I can dis
charge him, and that's about all that
can be done with him."
"He is a pretty smooth article," said
Starbuck reflectively. "He used to be
a clerk in Maxwell's railroad office,
and he was mixed up in some kind of
crookedness, I don't remember just
Smith caught quickly at the sugges
"Wait a minute, Billy," he broke in ;
and then : "There's no doubt in your
mind that he's a spy?"
"Sure he is," was the prompt re
"I was just thinking—he has heard
what was said here tonight—-which is
enough to give Stanton a pretty good
chance to outfigure our outfit again."
"Right you are."
"In which case it would be little
abort of idiotic in us to turn him loose.
'// A
•Ar« They Sure-Enough Chasing You
We've got to hold him, proof or
proof ^Where would we be apt to
«itch* Maxwell at this time of night?
•At borne and in bed. I reckon.
"Call him upon the phone and state
the ease briefly. Tell him if he lias
any nip on Shaw that would warrant
him over to the sheriff,
us in turning him our to I
'»ttin" the range now," |
laughed the' ex-cowman, and instead j
Jaujud tnee he went to shut
if.mmd.oroof telephone
we'd like to know it."
himself into the sound-proof telephone
closet. . , _
When he emerged a few_
later he was grinning exultantly. That
was sure a smooth one o 5 °" s '* ,j
Dick gave me the facts. Shaws a
Zf; but he M. » ** S !f t r h "" l
hands—or said he had-and the raU
road didn't prosecute. w
Us to lug him tonight and tomorrow
taorning he'll swear out the necessary
"Good. We'll do that first; and then
"el! go after this fellow Lanterby. I
" ant to get Stanton where I can pinch
him, Billy; no, there's nothing personal
about it; but "hen a great corporation
like the Escalante Land company gets
down to plain anarchy and dynamiting,
its time to make somebody sweat for
it. Let's go and get Shaw."
Together they went across the* corri
dor, and Smith unlocked the door of
the disused room. The light switch
was on the door-jamb and Starbuck
found and pressed tin- button. The
single incandescent bulb hanging front
llie ceiling sprang alive—and showed
the two men at the door an empty
room and an open window. The bird
bad flown.
Starbuck was grinning again when
he went to look out of thi* window.
I in* roof of the adjoining building was
only a few feet below the sill level,
and there was a convenient fire escape
ladder leading to the ground.
"It's us for that roadhouse out on
tin* Topaz trail before the news gets
around to Stanton and Lanterby," be
said definitely; and they lost no time
in seeuring an auto for the dash.
But that, too, proved to be a fiasco.
When they reached Barton's all-night
place on the hill road, the bar was
still open and a card game was run
ning in an upstairs room. Starbuck
did tin 1 necessary cross-questioning
of the dog-faced bartender.
"You know me. Pug, and what I can
do to you if I have to. We want Hank
Lanterby. Pitch out and show us
The barkeeper threw up one band
as if he were warding off a blow.
"You e'd have him in a holy minute,
for all o' me, Billy; you sure could,"
lie protested. "But he's gone."
"On the level?" snapped Starbuck.
"That's straight ; I wouldn't lie to
you, Billy. Telephone call came from
town a little spell ago, and I got Hank
outa bed t' answer it. He borra'd
Barton's mare an' faded Inside of a
pair o' minutes."
'Which way?" demanded the ques
"T' the hills; leastways he ain't
headin' f'r town when he breaks from
Starbuck turned to Smith with a wry
'Shaw heat us to it and he scores
on us," he said. "We may as well
hike back, 'phone Williams to keep his
eye on things up at the dam, and go
to bed. There'll be nothing more do
ing tonight."
At Any Cost.
With all things moving favorably for
Timanyoni High Line up to the night
of fiascos, the battle for the great
water-right seemed to take a sudden
slant against the local promoters, after
the failure to cripple Stanton by the
attempt to suppress two of his subordi
nates. Early the next day there were
panicky rumors in the air, none of them
traceable to any definite starting point.
One of the stories was to the effect
that the Timanyoni dam had faulty
foundations and that the haste in
building had added to its insecurity.
On the heels of this came clamorous
court petitions from ranch owners be
low the dam site, setting forth the
flood dangers to which they were ex
posed and praying for an injunction to
stop the work.
That this was a new move on Stan
ton's part, neither Smith nor Stillings
questioned for a moment ; but they no
sooner got the nervous ranchmen paci
fied by giving an indemnity bond for
any damage that might be done, than
other rumors sprang up. For one day
and yet unother Smith fought mechan
ically. developing the machinelike dog
gedness of the soldier who sees the
battle going irresistibly against him
and still smites on in sheer despera
tion. He saw- the carefully built or
ganization structure, reared by his own
efforts upon the foundation laid by
Colonel Baldwin and his ranchman as
sociates. falling to pieces. In spite of
all he could do, there was a panic of
stock-selling; the city council, alarmed
by the persistent story of the unsafety
of the dam, was threatening to cancel
the lighting contract with Timanyoni
High Line; and Kinzie, though he was
doing nothing openly, had caused the |
word to be passed far and wide among
the Timanyoni stockholders, disaster
t . oul{1 be averted now only by prompt
action and the swift effacement of their
rule-or-ruin secretary and treasurer.
"They're after you. John." was the
way the colonel put it at the close of
the second day of back-slippings. "They
I vou » re fiddlin' while Rome's a
| hurtlin'. Maybe you know what they
j IU oan by that ; I don't/'
Smith did know. During the two
d ays of stress Miss Verda had been
very exacting. There had been another
nigiit at the theater and much time
killing after meals in the parlors of the
llophra house. Worse still, there had
been a daylight auto trip about town
and up to the dam. The victim was
writhing miserably under the price
paying. but there seemed to be no help
for it Since the night of Verda Rich
lander's arrival In Brewster, he had not
seen Corona; he was telling himself
| h ea,ï sorro" fully!
that he had forfeited the right to see
lier. Out of the chaotic wreck of
things but one driving motive had sur
vived, and it had grown to the stature
of an obsession: the determination to
wring victory out of defeat for Timan
yoni High Line; to fall, if he must fall,
lighting to the last gasp and with his
face to the enemy.
"I know," he suid, replying, after the
reflective pause, to the charge passed
on by Colonel Dexter. "There is a
friend of mine here from the East, and
I have been obliged to show her some
attention, so they say 1 am neglecting
my job. They are also talking it
around that I am your .Tonal), and say
ing that your only hope is to pitch me
"That's Dave Kinzie," growled the
Missourian. "He seems to have it in
for you, some way."
"Nevertheless, he was right," Smith
returned gloomily. Then: "1 am about
at tin* end of my rope, colonel—the
rope I warned you about when you
brought me here and put me into the
saddle; and I'm trying desperately to
hang on until my job's done. When it
is done, when Timanyoni High Line
can stand fairly on its own feet and
light its own battles. I'm gone."
"Oh, no, you're • not," denied the
ranchman-president in generous pro
test. "You come on out home with me
tonight, and get away from this muddle
for a few minutes, it'll do you a heap
of good; you know it always does."
Smith shook his head reluctantly but
"Never again, colonel. It can only be
a matter of a few days now, and I'm
not going to pull you and your wife
and daughter into the limelight if I can
help it."
Colonel Dexter got out of his chair
and walked to the office window. When
lie came back it was to say : "Are they
sure-enough chasing you, John?—for
something that you have done? Is thut
what you're trying to tell me?"
"That is it—and they are nearly here.
Now you know at least one of the rea
sons why I can't go with you tonight."
"I'll be shot if I do!" stormed the
generous one. "I promised the missus
I'd bring you."
"You must make my excuses to her;
and to Corona you may say that I am
once more carrying a gun. She will un
"Which means, I take It, that you've
been telling Corry more than you've
told the rest of us. That brings on
more talk, John. I haven't said a word
before, have I?"
"Well, I'm going to say it now: I've
got only just one daughter in the wide,
wide world, John."
Smith stood up and put his hands
behind him, facing the older man
"Colonel, I'd give ten years of my
life, this minute, if I might go with you
to Hillcrest this evening and tell Co
rona what I have been wanting to tell
her ever since I have come to know
what her love might make of me. The
fact that I can't do it is the bitterest
thing I have ever had to face, or can
ever be made to face."
Colonel Baldwin fell back into his
.«^wing-chair and thrust his hands into
his pockets.
"It beats the Dutch how things
tangle themselves up for us poor mor
tals every little so-while," he com
mented, after a frowning pause. And
then: "You haven't said anything like
that to Corry, have you?"
"That was white, anyway. And now
I suppose the other woman—this Miss
Rich-something-or-other over at the ho
tel—has come and dug you up and got
you on the end of her trailing rope.
That's the way it goes when a man
mixes and mingles too much. You
never can tell—"
"Hold on," Smith interposed. "What
ever else I may be, I'm not that kind
of a scoundrel. I don't owe Miss
Richlander anything that I can't pay
without doing injustice to the woman
I love. But in another way I am a
scoundrel, colonel. For the past two
days I have been contemptible enough
to play upon a woman's vanity merely
for the sake of keeping her from talk
ing too much."
The grizzled old ranchman shook his
blazed suddenly,
"I didn't think that of you, John ; I
sure didn't. Why, that's what you
might call a low-down, tin-horn sort of
a game."
"It is just that, and I know it as
well as ycu do. But it's the price I
have to pay for iny few days of grace.
Miss Richlander knows the Stantons;
they've made it their business to get
acquainted with her. One word from
her to Crawford Stanton, and a wire
from him to my home town in the mid
dle West would settle me."
The older man straightened himself
in his chair, and his steel-gray eyes
"Break away from 'em, John !" he
urged. "Break it off short, and let 'em
all do their worst ! Away along at the
first, Williams and I both said you
wasn't a crooked crook, and I'm be
lieving It yet. When it comes to the
show-down, we'll all fight for you, and
j Tftfjni have to bring a derrick along
if they want to snatch you out of tlie
Timanyoni. You go ovef yonder to the
llophra House and tell that youna wom
an that lie- liridlc's off. and site can
talk all sie- wants to
"No," said Smith shortly. "1 know
"hat I am doing. and I shall go on as
1 have begun. It's the only way. Mat
ters are desperate enough with us now,
and if 1 should drop out--"
The tclep
lion« 1
hell w
as ringing, and
ildwin twi
si ed his cha
ir to bring him
if within i
of the
desk set. The
» \va
s a i
(lief (
me. and at its
finish the
president was
owning lie
"By Jupit
it ! it
seem as if the
bad luck all comes in a bunch!" lie
protested. "Williams was rushing
tilings just a little too fast, and they've
Inst a "hole section of tie* data by
Stripping the forms before the con
crete was set. That puts us back au
nt taw twenty-four hours, ai least. Don't
that beat the mischief?"
Smith reached for his hat. "It's sir
o'clock," lie said ; "and Williams' form
strippers have furnished one more rea
son why I shouldn't keep Miss Rich
lander waiting for her dinner." And
with that lie cut the talk short und
went his way.
With a blank evening before her,
Miss Richlander, making the tete-a
tete dinner count for wliat it would,
tightened lier bold upon the one man
available, demanding excitement. Noth
ing else offering, she suggested an eve
ning auto drive, and Smith dutifully
telephoned Maxwell, the railroad su
perintendent, and borrowed a runabout.
Smith drove the borrowed runabout
in sober silence, and the glorious
beauty in the seat beside him (fid not
try to make him talk. I'orhaps she. too,
was busy with thoughts of her own.
^ " -^r«\
"There Is a Limit, Verda."
At all events, when Smith had helpec
her out of the car at the hotel entrance
and had seen her as far as the eleva
tor, she thanked him half absently and
took his excuse, that he must return
the runabout to Maxwell's garage, with
out laying any further commands upon
Just as he was turning away, a bell
boy came across from the clerk's desk
with a telegram for Miss Richlander.
Smith had no excuse for lingering, but
with the air thick with threats he nmde
the tipping of the boy answer for a
momentary stop-gap. Miss Verda tore
the envelope open and read the inelo
sure with a fine-lined little frown com
ing and going between her eyes.
"It's from Tucker Jibbey," she said,
glancing up at Smith. "Someone has
told him where we are. and he is fol
lowing us. He says he'll be here on
the evening train. Will you meet him
and tell him I've gone to bed?"
At the mention of Jibbey. the money
spoiled son of the man who stood next
to Josiah Richlander in the credit rat
ings, and Lawreneeville's best imita
tion of a flaneur. Smith's first emotion
was one of relief at the thought that
Jibbey would at least divide time with
him in the entertainment of the bored
beauty; then he remembered that Jib
bey had once considered him a rival,
and that the sham "rounder's" pres
ence in Brewster would constitute a
menace more threatening than all the
others put together.
"I can't meet Tucker," he said blunt
ly. "You know very well I can't." j
"That's so," was the quiet reply. "Of j
course you can't. What will you do j
when he comes?—run away?"
"No; I can't do that, either. I shall ;
keep out of his way, if I can. If he i
finds me and makes any bad breaks, j
lie'll get what's coming to him. If he's j
worth anything to you, you'll put him !
on the stage in the morning and send ,
him up into the mountains to join your j
"The Idea !" she laughed. "He's not
coining out here to see father. Poor
Tucker! If he could only know what
he is in for!" Then: "It is beginning
to look as if you might have to go still
deeper in debt to me. Montague. There
is one more thing I'd like» to do before
I leave Brewster. If I'll promise to
keep Tucker away from you, will you
drive me out to tin* Baldwins' tomor
row afternoon? I want to see the
colonel's fine horses, and he has invited
me. you know."
Smith's eyes darkened.
"There is a limit, Verda. and you've
reached it," he said quickly. "If the
colonel invited you to Hillcrest. it was
because you didn't leave Him any
chance not to. I resign in favor of Jib
bey," and with that he handed her into
the waiting elevator and said. "Good
Anticipating a Slump.
The Victim—"And why should yoc
be so much concerned even if I am
losing my hair?" The Barber—"Why,
sir, anyone is annoyed to find his busi
ness falling off."
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New York Military Census Redolent of Humor
N EW YORK.—Those "h
added considerably to t
the Industrial fabric of a
brought proof of liis occtij
was an artistic photograph
proof of his assertion lie (
of registrars until he was (
Four Greeks who eanit
tion that they were the joi
very searching in their im
automobiles and such thin
the possibility of joint o\\
presented to the registrars
owner of one-fourth of a
Still another odd oconj
occupation as "handy man
took the state military census in this city have
heir knowledge of the human units which make up
reat city. The answers given to the question in
regard to occupation elicited some cu
rious information. One negro who
presented himself for registration on
the lower West side answered that ha
was "the man who brushes off the
gents after thry have had their shoes
shined." Cross-examination revealed
that this was the only gainful occupa
tion which he had ever pursued in the
whole course of bis twenty-four years.
Ho brought bis " bisk broom with him.
Another applicant for a registra
tion card at the same location also
shape of a portfolio of pictures, lie
and after submitting the portfolio as
o sell some of his works to the staff
atio:> in tin»
or, lie said.
■micavorcii t
» in together reported in answer to another ques
•ners of one horse. The census blanks were
piiri.'s regarding tlm ownership of horses, mules,
v's, but apparently no thought had been given to
nership of these accessories. The problem thus
was solved 1»\ reporting cadi son ol' Hellas as tlio
■ation was !» ported by an applicant who gave bis
about tile house."
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"Mâry Cooper" Prominent Figure in Boston
B OSTON.—I)o you know Mary? Mary who? Mary the cooper—Mary of
1» anenil Hall Market di-iricf. Ask any man down in the wholesale quarter
of the city who Mary is and he will tell you all about the old, bright-eyed
Italian woman, whose eyes the joys of
honest labor have kept sparkling,
whose cheeks outdoor work lias kept
rosy, and whose healthy constitution a
cheery disposition has done much tö
Mary earns her living—and a
prosperous one at that, too—by scour
ing the market district for empty and
broken barrels. With her husband's
aid she repairs them. In their little
back-room garret down in the North
end. She has every dealer, broker and
lumper for her friend. Any man will tell you that there is not a more honest
woman in the district and that every penny she earns she comes by honestly.
Never has she been known to steal or try to "do" a person.
î ou might well be surprised any day to see a barrel, supposedly sus
pended in midair, gliding down the street. Upon closer examination you
would see that the barrel Is supported upon the head of a woman— Mary—■
on her dally rounds.
Dodging In and out among the enormous trucks, peeping now into this
store, now into another, fur a stray barrel, as she makes her way along the
street, she Is greeted on every side by a friendly: "Howd'y do, Mary? Got
good business today? That's good, Mary!"
No man can put a storehouse to rights as quickly and make It as free
from debris as can Mary. And to the question often put to her: "Mary, why
do you work so hard?" she replies with a little shrug of her shoulders, as a
smile spreads over her wrinkled face and a twinkle comes Into her brown
eyes : "No work, no can eat."
Mary, however, does not go unrewarded for her work. No market man
ever forgets her, and every empty or broken barrel is put aside with a word:
"Keep it for the 'cooper woman.' "
Intelligent Bulldog Is Pride of San Antonio
S AN ANTONIO.—Mack, the fourteen-year-old registered English bulldog
owned by H. C. Flint of 316 West Evergreen street, first acquired city
wide fame several months ago when he prevented a burglar from robbing bis
master's home. He has long been a
neighborhood celebrity, however, his
many less spectacular performances
gaining him friends among people of
all ranks of life, except burglars.
Aside from being an efficient
watchdog, as was demonstrated when
lie seized the burglar, who was escap
ing through the window with a hag
full of silverware and cut glass, he has
mnny other accomplishments. He
herds chickens as a collie does sheep,
he brings in wood in the evening, and
brings in the newspaper and the mail. When all the members of the family
are too far away to hear the telephone he calls them to it as soon as it rings,
and on one occasion he saved the house from burning when he called his
mistress into the room where the rug had caught on fire from the grate.
Moreover, in spite of bis age, Mark is an expert mouser.
His intelligence is far above that of the ordinary bulldog, and his under
standing of speech is said to be so nearly perfect that when people do not
want him to understand what they are talking about they resort to spelling,
as one would do with a child. Before getting into bed he carefully turns
down the cover.
Mack's favorite dissipation is riding in the automobile, and the fact that
he lias been in wrecks does not s^em to have nmde the pastime lose any of
its charm. Perhaps some of bis many unusual qualities can be traced to th«
fact that be was born on Christmas day.
Mother Had Kept Demented Children Hidden
P ITTSBURGH.—Mystery growing out of strange noises, like the bark of a
dog, coming from the residence of John Sinziski, at 5408 Carnegie avenue,
Lawrenceville, and the queer actions of Mrs. Sinziski, who died in St.
Margaret's Memorial hospital after
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an illness of two months, was cleared
when neighbors entered the house to
view the woman's body and found two
children, apparently demented, crawl
ing about the floor.
The two children, both boys, were
attired in girls' clothes. John, aged
fourteen, the oldest boy, crawled along
tiie floor on bis hands and knees, ac
cording to the police, and barked like
a dog. The other, Jos« pli, aged nine,
was pounding bis head again t tluj '
floor. Policewoman Ethel Cronin was notified and the oldest boy was taken
to central police station by the defectives and placed in the matron's depart
ment. The younger boy was turned over to the Humane society.
According to the police, neighbors asserted that they had never seen the
two children during the five years the family lived there and thought that
fcieve Sinziski, aged ten, another son, was the only child the couple had.
Steve was permitted to play outside, policewoman Cronin says Mrs. Sinziski
never permitted any outsiders to enter the house. The police believe that the
woman feared juvenile authorities might take the children from her if their
condition was brought to light. Because of the woman's actions, neighbors
bus that the home was known as "The House of Mystery."

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