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THE CROSSVILLE CHRONICLE
THE CROSShCUT Bq Courfoeq Rqleq Cooper Oerrlht k; Uttle, Brows Oe. ARRYl 8TNOP8I3.-AI Thornton Fair child's death his son Robert learna there haa been a dark period In tola fathor'a life which for almoat thirty yeara haa caused him suffer Ins. The aecret la hinted at In a document left by the elder Fair child, which also Informa Robert he la now owner of a mining claim In Colorado, and advising him to see Henry Beamish, a lawyer. Beamish telle Robert hla claim i a allver mine, la at Ohadl. thirty eight miles from Denver. He aiao warns him agalnat a certain man. "Squint" Rodalne. hla fer i en emy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl On the road to Ohadl from" Denver Fali-chlld assists a girl, apparently In a f reniy of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she haa left, the sheriff and a posse appear, in pursuit of a bandit Falrchlld. be wildered, misleads them aa to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadl Falrchlld la warmly greeted by "Mother" Howard, boardtng houae keeper, for hla father s sake From Mother Howard Falrchlld learns something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "fllssle" Larsen. his father a co worker In the mine. He meets the rlrl he had assisted, but she denies her identity. She la Anita Rich mond. Judge Richmond's daughter. Visiting hla claim. Falrchlld la ahadowed by a man he recognlsea from descriptions as "Squint" Ro dalne. CHAPTER VI Continued. Quickly he made the return trip, crossing the little bridge over the tur bulent Clear creek and heading toward the boarding house. Half a block away he baited, as a woman on the veranda of the big, squarely built "hotel" pointed him out, and the great figure of a man shot through the gate, shouting, and hurried toward him. A tremendous creature he was, with red face and black hair which seemed to scramble In all directions at once, and with a mustache which appeared to scamper In even more directions than his hair. Falrchlld was a large man; suddenly he felt himself puny and Inconsequential as the mastodonlc thing before him swooped forward, spread wide the big arms and then caught him tight In them, causing the breath to puff over his Hps like the exhaust of a bellows. A release, then Falrchlld felt him self lifted and set down again. He pulled hard at his breath. "What's the matter with you?" he exclaimed testily. "You've made a mistake I" "I'm bllmed If I tornado-like voice. ave!" bellowed a "Bllrael You look just like 'im I" "But you're mistaken, old man!" "Bllmed if I ami" came again. "You're your dad's own boy I You look Just like Mm I Don't yon know me?" He stepped back then and stood grinning, his long, heavily muscled arms hanging low at his sides, his mustache trying vainly to stick out in more directions than ever. Falrchlld rubbed a band across his eyes. "You've got met" came at. last "I" "You don't know me? 'Onest now, don't you? I'm 'Arryl Don't you know now? 'Arry from Cornwall I" . CHAPTER VII It camo to Falrchlld then the sen tence In his father's letter regarding someone who would hurry to his aid when he needed htm, the references f Beamish, and the allusion of Moth er Howard to - a faithful friend. Again the heavy voice boomed: "You know me now, eh?" "You bet I You're Harry Harkinst" " 'Arklns It Is I I came Just as soon as I got the cablegram I" "The cablegram?" ' "Yeh.H Harry pawed at his won derful mustache. "From Mr. Beamish, you know. 'E sent It. Said you'd started out 'ere all alone. And I couldn't stand by and let you do that Bo 'ere I ami" "But the expense, the long trip across the ocean, the " "Ere I ami" raid Harry again. "Ain't that enough?" 1 They had reached the veranda now, to stand talking for a moment, then to go within, where Mother Howard awaited, eyes glowing, In the parlor, Harry flung out both arms. I "And I still love you I" he boomed, as he- caught the gray-haired, laugh ing woman In his arms. "Even If you did run me off and wouldn't go back to Cornwall I" Red-faced, she pushed him away and slapped his cheek playfully; It was like the tap of a light breeze against granite. Then Harry turned. "'Ave you looked at the mine?" The question brought back to Fair child the happenings of the morning and the memory of the man who had trailed him. He told his story, while Mother Howard listened, her arms crossed, her head bobbing, and while Harry, his big grin still on his lips, took In the details with avidity. Then the grin faded. "Le's go up there." he said quietly. This time the trip to Kentucky gulch was made by skirting the town; soon they were on the rough, narrow roudway leading' nto the mountains. A long time they walked, at last to stop In the shelter of the rocks where Falrchlld bad shadowed his pursuer, and to glance carefully ahead. ?o one was In sight Harry Jabbed out a big finger.. ""That's It" ie announced, "straight a'ead 1" They went on, Falrchlld with a grip ping at hla throat that would not down. This had been the hope of hla father and here his father bad met what? He swerved quickly and stopped, facing the bigger man. "Harry," came sharply, "I know that I may be violating an unspoken promise to my father. But I simply can't stand It any longer. What hap pened here? There was some sort of tragedy." Harry chuckled In concealment Falrchlld thought, of something he did not want to tell him. "I should think sol The timbers gave way and the mine caved In !" "Not that! My father ran away from this town. You and Mother Howard helped him. You didn't coma back. Neither did ny father. Even tually It killed htm." "So?" Harry looked seriously and studlou8ly at the young man. E didn't write me of en." "He didn't need to write you. were here with him when It You hap- pened." "No" Harry shook his head. "I was In town. What's Mother Howard told you?" "A lot and nothing." "I don't know any more than she does." "But" "Friends didn't ask questions In those days," came quietly. "I might 'ave guessed If I'd wanted to but I didn't want to." "But If you had?" Harry looked at him with quiet, blue eyes. . "What would you guess?" Slowly Robert Falrchlld's gaze went to the ground. There was only one possible conjecture: SIsslo Larsen had been Impersonated by a woman. Sls sle Larsen had never been seen again In Ohadl. "I I would Jiate to put It Into words," came finally. Harry slapped him on the shoulder. "Then don't It was nearl thirty years ago. Let sleeping dogs lie. Take a look around before we go (nto the tunnel." They reconnoltered, first on one side then on the other. No one was In sight - Harry bent to the ground, and finding a pitchy pine knot, lighted it They started cautiously within, blink ing against the darkness. The outlines of a rusty "hoist," with Its cable leading down Into a slanting hole in the rock, showed dimly before them a massive, chunky, deserted thing in the shadows. The timbers were rotting; one after another, they had cracked and caved beneath the weight of the earth above, giving the tunnel an eerie aspect, uninviting, dangerous. Harry peered ahead. "It ain't as bad as it looks," came after a moment's survey. "It's only right 'ere at the beginning that It's caved. But that doesn't do us much good." "Why not?" Falrchlld was staring with him, on toward tho darkness of the farther recesses. "If It Isn't caved in farther back, we ought to be able to repair this spot." But. Harry shook his head. "We didn't go Into the vein 'ere," he explained., "We figured we ad to 'ave a shaft anyway, sooner or later. You can't do under'and stoplng In a mine go down on a vein, you know. You've always got to go up you can't get the metal out If you don't. That's why we dug this shaft and now look at it!" He drew the flickering torch to the edge of the shaft and held It there, staring downward, Falrchlld besld9 him. Twenty feet below there came the glistening reflection of the flaring flame. Water 1 Falrchlld glanced toward his partner. "I don't know anything about It," he said at last "But I should think that would mean trouble." "Plenty!" agreed Harry lugubrious ly. "That shaft's two 'unnerd feet deep and there's a drift running off it for a couple o' "unnerd feet more be fore it 'its the vein. Four 'unnerd feet of water. 'Ow much money 'ave, you got?" "About twenty-five hundred dol lars." Harry reached for his waving mus tache, hjs haven in time of storm. Thoughtfully he pulled at it,-staring men nwhile downward. Then he grunted. "And I ain't got more'n five 'unnerd, It ain't enough. Le's go back to town, I don't like to stand wound this place and Just look at water In a 'ole." They turned fo.r the mouth of the tunnel, sliding along In the greasy muck, the torch extinguished now. A moment of watchfulness from the cover of the darkness, then Harry pointed. On the opposite hill, the fig ure of a man had been outlined for Just a second. Then he had faded. And with the disappearance of the watcher, Harry nudged als partner In the ribs and went forth into the brighter tight. An hour more and they were back In town. Harry reached for his mustache again. "Go on down to Mother 'Oward's." he commanded. "I ve got to wander around and say 'owdy to what's left of the fellows that was "ere when I was. It's been twenty years since I've been away, you know," he added, "and the shaft can wait." Falrchlld obeyed the Instructions, looking back over his shoulder as he walked along toward the hoarding house, to see the big figure of his com panion loitering up the street, on the beginning of his home-coming tour. The blocks passed. Falrchlld turned through the gate of Mother Howard's boarding bouse and went to his room to await the cull for dinner. The world did not look exceptionally good to him; his brilliant dreams had not counted upon .he decay of more than a quarter of a century, the slow. hut sure dripping of water which had seeped through the hills and made the mine one vast well. Instead of the free open gateway to riches which he had planned upon. An hour of thought and Falrchlld ceased trying to loo Into the future, obeying. Instead, the Insistent clanging of the dinner bell from downstairs. Slowly he opened the door of his room, trudged down ihe staircase then stopped In bewil derment Harry stood before him, In all the splendor that a miner can know. He had bought a new suit brilliant blue, almost electrl in Its finsniness, nor had he been careful as to style. The cut of the trousers was somewhat along the lines of fifteen years be fore, with their p;g tops and heavy cuffs. . Beneath the vest, a glowing, watermelon-pink shirt glared forth from the protection of a purple tie. A wonderful creation was on his head, dented In four places, each separated with almost mathematical precision. Below the cuffs of the trousers were blight, tan, bump-toed shoes. Harry was a complete nlcture of sartorial elegance, according to his own dreams. What was more, to complete It alt upon he third finger of his right hand was a diamond, bulbous and yellow and throwing off a dull radiance like the glow of a burnt-out arc light ; full of flaws, It Is true, off color to a great degree, but a diamond nevertheless. And Harry evidently realized It. "Ain't I the cuckoo?" he boomed, as Falrchlld stared at him. "Ain't I? I 'ad to 'ave a outfit, and "It might as well be now I" he par aphrased, to the tune of the age whitened sextette from "Floradora." "And look at ihe sparkler I Look at It I" "But but how did you do It?" came gaspingly. "I thought" "Installments !" the Cornlshman burst out "Ten per cent down and the rest when they catch me. Install ments I" He Jabbed forth a heavy finger and punched Falrchlld In the ribs. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Won't I knock 'er eyes out 7". . Falrchlld laughed he couldn't help It In spite of the fact that five hun dred dollars might have gone a long way toward unwaterlng that shaft Harry was Harry he had done enough in crossing the teas to help him. And already, in the eyes of Falrchlld, Harry was swiftly approaching that place where he could do no wrong. "You're wonderful, narry," came at last. The Cornlshman puffed with pride. "I'm a cuckoo!" he admitted. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Where's 'Oward. Won't I knock 'er eyes out, now?" And he boomed for -ard toward the dining room, to find there men he had known In other lays, '.o shake hands with them and to bang them on the back, to sight Blindeye Bozeman and Taylor Bill sitting hunched over their meal In the corner and to go effusively toward them. " 'Arry" was playing no favorites In bis " 'ome-comlng." Jovially he leaned over the table of Bozeman and Bill, after he had dis played himself before Mother Howard and received ber sanction of his selec tions In dress. Happily he boomed forth the Information that Falrchlld and he were back to work the Blue Poppy mine and that they already had mode a trip of Inspection. Falrchlld finished his meal and waited. But Harry talked on. Boze man and Bill left the dining room again to make a report to the narrow faced Squint Rodalne. Harry did not even notice them. And as long as a man stayed to answer his queries, Jast so long did Harry remain, at last to rise, brush a few crumbs from his lightning-like suit, press' his new hat gently upon his head with both hands and start forth once more on his rounds nt saying hello. And there was nothing for Falrchlld to do but to wait as patiently as possible for his return. The afternoon grew old. Harry did not come I Sick. The sun set and din ner was served. But Harry .was not there to eat It. Dusk came, and then, nervous over the continued ubsence of tus eccentric partner, Kalrchlld start ed uptown. j The usual groups were In front of the stores, and before the largest of them Falrchlld etoped. "Do any of you happen to know a fellow named Harry Harklns?" he asked somewhat anxiously. The an swer was In the affirmative. A miner stretched out a oot and surveyed It studiously. "Ain't seen . him since about five o'clock." he said at last. "He was Just starting up to the mine then." "To the mine? That late? Are you sure?" ; "Well I dunno. May have been go ing to Center City. Can't say. All I know is he said omethln' about gola' to th' mine earlier In th afternoon, an' long about five I Seen him starting up Kentucky gulch." "Who's that?" The Interruption had come In a sharp, yet gruff voice. Falrchlld turned to see before him a man he recognized, a tall. -thin, wiry figure, with narrowed, planting eyes, and a scar that went straight up his forehead. He evidently had Just rounded the corner In time to hear the conversation. "I was merely asking about my part ner In the Blue Poppy mine." "The Blue Poppy?" the squint eyes narrowed more ;hRn ever. "You're Falrchlld. ain't you? Well, I guess you're going to have to get along without a partner from now on." "Get along without ?" A crooked smile came to the other's lips. "That Is, unless you -.ant to work with a dead man. Harry Harklns got drowned, about an hour ago, In the Blue Poppy shaft I" - i CHAPTER VIII The news caused Falrchlld to recoil and stand gasping. And before he could speak, a new voice had cut In. one full of excitement tremulous, anxious. "Drowned? Where's his body?" "How do I know?" Squint Rodalne turned upon bis questioner. "Guess It's at the foot of the shaft All I sa w was his hat What're you so In terested for?" The questioner, small, goggle-eyed and given to rubbing bis hands, stared a moment speechlessly. "He be bought a diamond from me this morning on the Installment plun!" Rodalne smiled again In his crooked fashion. "That's your own fault, Sam," he announced curtly. "If he's at the bot tom of :he shaft, your diamond's there too. All I know about It Is that I was coming down from the Sliver Queen when I saw this fellow go Into the tunnel of the Blue Poppy. He was all dressed up, else I don't guess I would nave paid much attention to him. But as It was, I kind of stopped to look, .nd seen It was Harry Har klns, who used to work the mine with this" he pointed to Falrchlld "this fellow's father. About a minute later, I heard a yell, like somebody was In trouble, then a big splash. Naturally 1 ran tn the tunnel and struck a match. About twenty feet down, I could see the water was all riled up, and a new hat was floating around on top of It. That's all I know. You can do ns you please about your diamond. I'm Just giving .;ou the Information." He turned sharply and went on then, while Sam the Jeweler, the rest of the loiterers clustered around him, looked anpeallngly toward Falrchlld. "What'll we do?" he walled. -Falrchlld turned. "I don't know about you but I'm going to the mine." "It won't do any good bodies don't float. It may never float If It gets caught down In the timbers some- wheres." "Have to organize a bucket brl gade." It was a suggestion from one of the crowd. "Why- not borry the Argonaut pump? They ain't using It." "Go get It ! Go get It I" This time It was the wall of the little jeweler. "Tell 'em Sam Herbenfelder sent you. They'll let you have It" Another suggestion, still another. Soon men began to radiate, each on a mission. The word passed down the street. More loiterers a sliver miner spends a great part of his leisure time In simply watching the crowd go by hurried to join the excited throng. Groups, en route to the picture show, decided otherwise and stopped to learn of the excitement The crowd thickened. Suddenly Falrchlld looked up sharply at the sound of a feminine voice. "What's the matter?" "Harry Harklns got drowned." All too wjlllngly the news was dispersed. Falrchlld's eyes were searching now In the half-light from the faint street bulbs. Then they centered. It was Anita Richmond, standing at the edge of the crowd, questioning a miner, while beside her was a thin, youthful counterpart of a hard-faced father, Maurice Rodalne. Just a moment of queries, then the miner's hand pointed to Fairchild as he turned toward her, "It's his partner." She moved forward then and Fair- child went to meet her. "I'm sorry," she said, and extended ner nana. alrchlla ippeu K eagerly. "Thank tou. But It may not be as bad as the rumors." I hoie not." Then quickly She withdrew her hand, and somewhat flustered, turned as her companion edged closer. "Maurice, this Is Mr. Falrchlld." she announced, and rair- rhild rould do nothing but stare. She knew his name I A second more and It was explained : "My father knew his father very well." 'T think mv own father was ac quainted too," was the rejoinder, and ; the eves of the two men met for an Instant In conflict The girl did not seem to notice. I sold him a ticket this morning to the dance, not knowing who he was. Then father happened to see him pass tho house and Dolnted him out to mo as the son of a former friend of his. Funny how those things happen, Isn t . It?" nerlderilv funny!" was the caustic , rejoinder of the younger Rodalne. ; Falrchlld laughed, to cover the air or. Intensity. He knew Instinctively that Anita Richmond was not talking to him simply because she naa soia mm a ticket to a dance and because her father might have pointed him out He felt sure that there was something else behind It the feeling of a debt whth she owed him. a feeling of com panionship engendered upon a sunlit road, during the moments or stress, and the continuance of that meeting In those few moments In the drug store, when he had handed her back her ten-dollar bill. She had called herself cad -hen. and the feeling that she perhaps had been abrupt toward a man who bad helped her out of a disagreeable predicament was prompting her action now; Falrchlld felt sure of that. And he was glad of the fact, verv Klad. Again he laughed, while Rodalne eyed him narrowly. Falrchlld shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sroinif to believe this story until It's proven to me." came calmly. "Who brought the news 7" Falrchlld deliberately chose his words : "A tall, thin, ugly old man, with mean squint eyes and a scar straight up his forehead.' A flush appeared on the other man's face. Falrchlld saw his hands con tract, then loosen. "You're trying to 'nsult my father I" "Your father?" Fahchlld looked at htm Mnnklv. "Wouldn't that be a rather difficult Job especially when I don't know him?" "You described him." "And you recognized the descrip tion." "Maurice! Stop HI" The girl was tugging at Rodalne's sleeva "Don't say anything more. I'm sorry" and she looked at Falrchlld vlth a glance he could not Interpret "that anything like this could have come up." "I am equally so If It has caused you embarrassment." "You'll get a little embarrassment out of It yourself before you get through P P.odalne was scowling at him. Again Anita Richmond caught his arm. "Maurice ! Stop It I How could the thing have been premeditated when ha didn't even know your father? Come let's go on.- The crowd's getting thicker." The narrow-faced man obeyed her command, and together they turned out Into the street to avoid the con stantly growing throng, and, to veer toward the picture show. Carbide lights had begun to appear along the street, as miners, summoned by hurrying gos3lp mongers, came for ward to assist In the search for the missing man. High above the gen eral conglomeration of voice could be heard the" cries of the Instlgntor of activities, Sam Herbenfelder, bemoan ing the loss of his llamond, ninety per cent of the cost of which remained to be paid. Hostlly he shot through the crowd, organizing the bucket bri gade and searching for news of the Argonaut pump, which had not yet n.luw1 Half-rllafniBteil ITfilrnhflri turned and started up the hill, a few miners, their carbide lamps swinging heaide them, following him. ' "At least I'm thankful to you for being the man you are!" ITO BE CONTINUED.) The Trumpeter of Cracow. "Centuries ago the Church of St Mary' Cracow, had been an outpost of Christendom, used as a watch tower against the Invading Tartar; a soldiet had been kept continually stationed there to give warning on a trumpet of the first approach of danger. In the Fourteenth century, whilst arousing the city, the trumpeter had been struck In the throat by an arrow. His call had faltered, rallied and sunk. With his dying breath he had sounded a final blast, which had broken off short., The broken call hod saved Cracow, Ever since, to commemorate his faith- day or night, when his broken trumpet call, ending abruptly In an abyss of silence, has not been sounded from the tower." Conlngsby Dawson In his book "The Vanishing Point"