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OVERSMlTH Attorner-at-Law Urquhart'Building Third Stre.t Moscow, Idaho Dr. S. A. Roe Practice Limited to Diseases of the Eye, Ear, Noae and Throat Glasses Fitted Office Over Beach's Store LEWISTON. IDAHO WEBSTER -MAN'S MAN & Peter B.Kyne Author of "Cappy Rieka," "The Valley oi the Giants," Eta CunteVMûtkid CHAPTER TV.—At Buenaventura, capi tal of Sobrante, Billy Geary, ill ami pen niless, is living on the charity of "Mother Jenks," keeper of a dramshop. She re ceives a cablegram from Dolores, telling of her coming. CHAPTER V.—Dolores' father, Ricardo Ruey, president of Sobrante, had been killed in a revolution led by Sarros, the present executive. Dolores, a child of eight, was smuggled out of the country by Mother Jenks and supported by her In the United States. The old woman, ashamed of her occupation and habits of life, fears to meet Dolores, and sends Geary to the boat to say she has gone to the United States. (Chapter VI Continued) "What's a human life to a doctor? Besides, he's on the slush-fund pay roll and does whatever the hlgherups tell him. You be guided by what I tell you. Miss Ruey, and do not set foot on Sobrnntean soil. If you stay aboard La Estrelllta, you'll have your nice clean stateroom, your well cooked meals, your bath, and the at tentions of the stewardess. The steam er will be loaded In two days; then you go back to New Orleans, and by the time you arrive there I'll have been In communication by cable with Mother .Tenks—I mean—" "Mother who?" Dolores demanded. "A mere slip of the tongue, Miss Ruey. I was thinking of my landlady. I meant Mrs. Wilkins—" Tin so awfully obliged to you, Mr. Geary. You're so kind. I'm sure I'd be a most ungrateful girl not to be guided by you accordingly. You wouldn't risk any friend of yours In this terrible place, would you, Mr. Geary ?" "Indeed, I would not. By permitting anybody I thought anything of to come to this city, I should feel guilty of murder." "I'm sure you would, Mr. Geary. Nevertheless, there Is one point that Is not quite clear in my mind, and I wish you'd explain—■" "Command me, Miss Ruey." "If this Is such a frightful place, why are you so anxious, If I may em ploy such language, to hornswoggle your dearest friend, Mr. John S. Web ster, Into coming down here? Do you want to kill him and get his money— or what?" Billy's face flamed at thought of the embarrassing trap his glib tongue had led him Into. He cursed himself for a star-spangled jackass, and while he was engaged In this Interesting pas time Dolores spoke again. "And by the way, which Is It? Miss Wilkins or Mrs.? You've called her both, nnd when I reminded you she was a Miss, you ngreed with me, whereas she is nothing of the sort. She's a Mrs. Then you blurted out something about a Mother Jenks, nnd finally, Mr. Geary, It occurs to me that for a complete stranger you are un duly Interested In my welfare. I'm not such a goose as to assimilate your weird tales of death from disease. It occurs to me that If your friend John S. Webster can risk Buenaventura, I can also." "You—you know thnt old tarantu la?" Billy gnsped. "Why I—I «une out to warn him off the grass, too." Dolores walked a step closer to Billy and eyed him disapprovingly. "I'm so sorry I can't believe that statement," she replied. "It happens that I wns standing by the compauion-ladder when you came aboard and spoke to tbe purser; when you asked him If Mr. Webster wns aboard, your face was alight with eagerness nnd antlci|>utlon, but when you had reason to believe he was not aboard, you looked so terribly disappointed I felt sorry for you. "I'm going ashore, if It's the last act of my life, nnd wlien I get there I'm going to Interview the cable agent; then I'm going to call at the steam ship office and scan the passenger list of the last three north-bound steam ers, and If I do not find Henrietta Wil kins' nume on one of those passenger lists I'm going up to Calle de Coto cordia No. 19—" "I surrender unconditionally," groaned Billy. "I'm a liar from be ginning to end. I overlooked my hand. I beg of you to believe me, however, when 1 tell you that I only told you those whoppers because I was In honor hound to tell them. Personally, I don't want you to go away—at least, not until I'm ready to go away, too! Miss Ruey, my nose Is in the dust. There Is a fever In my brain and a misery In my heart—" "And contrition In your face," she interrupted him laughingly. "You're forgiven, Mr. Geary — on one condi tion." "Name it," he answered. "Tell me everything from beginning to end." So Billy told her. "I would much rather have been visited with a plague of boils, like our old friend, the late Job, than have to tell you this. Miss Ruey." he concluded his recital. "Man proposes, but God. disposes, and you're here and bound to learn the truth sooner or later. Mother Isu't a lady and she knows It, but take It from me. Miss Ruey, she's s grand old piece of work. She's s scout —• ria« tafled spon—a regu.n. individual and game as a gander." "And I mustn't call at El Buen Ami go, Mr. Geary?" "Perish the thought ! Mother must call on you. El Buen Amigo Is what you might terra a hotel for tropical tramps of the masculine sex. Nearly all of Mother's guests have a past, you know. They're the submerger! white tenth of Sobrante. "Then my benefactor must call to see me here?" Billy nodded. "When will you bring her here?" Billy reflected that Mother Jenks had been up rather late the night be fore and that trade in the cantina of El Buen Amigo had been unusually brisk ; so since he desired to exhibit the old lady at her best, he concluded It might be well to spar for wind. "Tomorrow at 10," he declared. Do lores inclined her head. Something told her she had better leave all future details to the amiable William. "I remember you inquired for your friend, Mr. Webster, when you came aboard the steamer." "I remember It, too." Billy countered ruefully. "I can't Imagine what's be come of him. Miss Ruey, did you ever go to meet the only human being In tbe world and discover that for some mysterious reason he had failed to keep the appointment? Miss Ruey. you'll have to meet old John Stuart I he minute he lights In Buenaventura. He's some boy." "Old John Stuart?" she queried. "How old?" "Oh, thirty-nine or forty on actual count, but one of the kind that will live to be a thousand and then have to be killed with an axe. He's com ing to Sobrante to help me put over a mining deal." "How interesting, Mr. Geary! No wonder you were disappointed." The last sentence was a shaft delib erately launched ; to Dolores' delight It made a keyhole in Billy Geary's heart. "Don't get me wrong. Miss Ruey," he hastened to assure her. "I have a good mine, but I'd trade it for a hand shake from Jack ! The good Lord only published one edition of Jack, and limited the edltlou to one volume; then the plates were melted for the Junk we call the human race. Two weeks ago, when I was sick and pen niless and despairing, the possessor of a concession on a fortune, but with out a centavo In my pockets to buy a banana, when I was a veritable beach comber nnd existing on the charity of Mother Jenks, I managed finally to communicate with old Jack and told him where I was nnd what I had. There's Ills answer. Miss Ruey, and I'm not ashamed to say that when I got It I cried like a kid." And Billy handed her John Stuart Webster's re markable cablegram, the receipt of which had, for Billy Geary, trans formed nlglit Into day. purgatory into paradise. Dolores read It. "No wonder you love him." she de clared, and added artlessly: "His wife must simply adore him." "'He has no wife to bother his life, so he paddles bis own canoe,' " Billy recited. "I don't believe tbe old sour dough has ever been in love with any thing more charming than the goddess of fortune. He's woman-proof." "About Mrs. Jenks," Dolores contin ued, abruptly changing the subject. "How nice to reflect that after she hud trusted you and believed in you when you were penniless, you were enabled to Justify her faith." "You bet!" Billy declared. "I feel that I can never possibly hope to catch even with the old Samaritan, although I did try to show her how much 1 appreciated her." "I dare say you went right out and bought her au impossible hat." Dolores' challenged roguishly. "No, I didn't, for a very sufficient reason. Down here the ladies do not wear hats. But I'll tell you what I did buy her, Miss Ruey—and # oh. by George, I'm glad now I did It. She'll wear them tomorrow when I bring her to see you. I bought her a new black silk dress and an old-lace collar, and a gold breast pin and a tortoise shell hair comb and hired an open carriage and took her for an evening ride on the Malecon to listen to the band con cert." "Did she like that?" "She ate it up." Billy declared with conviction. "I think It was her first adventure lu democracy." Billy's pulse wus still far from nor mal when he reached El Buen Amigo, for he was infused with a strange, new-found warmth that burned like malarial fever, hut wasn't. He wasted no preliminaries on Mother Jenks. but bluntly acquainted her with the facts In the case. Mother Jenks eyed him a moment wildly. "Gord's truth !" she gasped : she reached for her favorite elixir, but Billy got the bottle first. "Nothing doing," he warned this strange publican. "Mother, you're funking It—and what would your sainted 'Enery say to that? Do you want that angei to kiss you anti get • whiff of this brandy?" Mother Jenks' eyes actually popped. "Gor 1 , WHlie," she gaspad, "'aven't HI told ye she's a lydy ! Me kiss tbe lamb I HI trust, Mr. Geary, as 'ow I knows my place an' can keep It." "Yes. I know," Billy soothed the frightened old woman, "but the trouble is Miss Dolores doesn't know hers— $nd something tells me If she does. She'll forget IL She'll take you In her arms and kiss you. sure as death and taxes." And she did ! "My lamb, my lamb," sobbed Mother Jenks the next morn ing, and rested her old cheek, with Its rum-begotten hue, close to the rose tinted Ivory cheek of her wurd. "Me —wot I am—an' to think-" "You're a sweet old dear," Dolores whispered, patting the gray head; "and I'm going to call you Mother." "Mr. William H. Geary," the girl remarked that night, "I know now why your friend, Mr. Webster, sent that Cablegram. I think you're a scout, too." For reasons best known to himself Mr. Geary blushed furiously. "I—I'd better go nnd break the news to Moth er," he suggested Inanely. She held out her hand ; and Billy, having been long enough In Sobrante to have ac quired the habit, bent his malarial person over that hand and kissed It. As he went out it occurred to him that had the lobby of the Hotel Ma teo been paved with eggs, he must have floated over them like a wraith, so light did he feel within. CHAPTER VII. Webster reached New Orleans at the end of the first leg of his Journey, to discover that he was one day late to board the Atlanta—a banana, boat of the Consolidated Fruit company's line plying regularly between New Or leans and that company's depots at Limon and San Buenaventura—which necessitated a wait of three days for the steamer La Estrelllta of the Ca ribbean Mall line, running to Caracas and way ports. He decided to visit the ticket office of the Caribbean Mall line Immediate ly and avoid the rush in case the travel should be heavy. The steamship office was In Canal street. The clerk was waiting on two well-dressed and palpably low-bred sons of the tropics, to whom he had just displayed a passenger list which the two were scanning critically. Their interest in It was so obvious that unconsciously Webster peeped over their shoulders (no difficult task for one of his stature) and discovered it to be the passenger list of the steamer La Estrelllta. They were con versing together in low tones and Web ster, who had spent many years of his life following his profession In Mexico, recognized their speech as the bastard Spanish of the peon. He sat down in the long wall seat and waited until the pair, having com pleted their scrutiny of the list, turned to pass out. He glanced at them cas ually. One was a tall thin man whose bloodshot eyes were inclined to "pop" a little—Infallible evidence In the Latin-Amerlcan that he Is drinking more hard liquor than Is good for him. His companion was plainly of the same racial stock, although Webster suspected him of a slight admixture of negro blood. He was short, stocky, and aggressive looking; like his com panion, bejeweled and possessed of a thin, carefully cultivated moustache that seemed to consist of about nine teen hairs on one side aud twenty on the other. Evidently once upon a time, as the story hooks have it. he had been shot. Webster suspected a Mauser bullet, fired at long range. It had entered Ills right cheek, just be low tlie malar, ranged downward through liis mouth and out through a fold of flabby flesh under his left jowl. It must have been a frightful wound, but it had healed well except at the point of entrance, where it had a tendency to pucker considerably, thus drawing the man's eyelid down on his cheek and giving to that visual organ something of the appearance of a bulldog's. Webster gazed after them whimsi cally as he approached the counter. "I'd hate to wake up some night and find that lionibre with the puck ered eye leaning over me. By the way," he continued, suddenly appre hensive. "do you get much of that paraqueet travel on your line?" "About 80 per cent, of It ts off color, sir." Webster pondered the 80-per-cent, probability of being berthed in the same stateroom with one of thqse people and the prospect was as re volting to him as would be an unin vited negro guest at the dining table of a southern family. He hod all a Westerner's hatred for the breed. "Well. I want a ticket to San Buena ventura," he informed the clerk, "but I don't relish the idea of a Greaser in the same stateroom with me. I won der If you couldn't manage to fix me with a stateroom all to myself, or at least arrange It so that In the event of company I'll draw a white man." "I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot guar antee you absolute -privacy nor any kind of white man. It's pretty mixed travel to all Central American ports." "How many berths in your first class staterooms?" "Two." Webster smiled brightly. He had found a way out of the difficulty. 'Til buv 'em both, son." he announced. "I cannot sell you an entire state room. sir. It's against the orders of the company to sell two berths to one man. 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