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: _ _ G/n SYNOPSIS. Mattland. a frank, free and un young Phalladelphla girl. to taken Colorado mountains by her uncle. Maitland. James Armstrong. s protege, falls in love with her. ersistent woolng thrills the girl. but esitates, and Armstrong goes east business without a definite answer. bears the story of a mining engi Newbold. whose wife fell off a cliff was so seriously hurt that he was led to shoot her to prevent her be este by wolves while he went for swrkby, the old guide who tells the gives Enid a package of letters te says were found on the dead 's body. She reads the letters and EItrby's request keeps them. While, l_ mountain stream Enld is at by a bear, which is mysteriou 'ly A storm adds to the girl's terror. a deluge transforms brook into torrent. which sweeps Enid into where abshe is rescued by a moun ft after a thrllilng experience. In great contusion upon diecov a absence when the storm Maitland and 010 Kirkby go in of the girl. Enid discovers that absle is sprained and that she is un to walk Her mysterious rescuer her to his camp. Enid goes to to the strange man's bunk. Miner breakfast for Enid, after which go on tour of Inspection. The her Enid of his unsuccessful attempt the Maitisad campers. He admits be Is also from Philadelpha. The falls In love with Enid. The man to a realization of his love for her. asturally in that strange solitude the of the girl and her rescuer be snasatral and strained. The strang of a wife he had who is dead. says he has sworn to ever cherish ory by living in solitude. He and however, confess their love for ether. She learns that he is the who kblled his wife in the mountain. discovers the writer of the letters d'e wife to have been James Newbold decides to start to lemest for help. The man is by the belief that he is unfaithful i wle's memory, and Enl4 is tempt tell him of the letters In her pos Armstrong. accompanied by sand Robert Maitland, find a note ewbold had lbft in the deserted sad know that the grl Is in his whte brings a the actors to Newbold returns from hunting a d sees a man near the hut. It Armstrong. who has at last lo the missng girl, and he enters the Armstrong pleads his love for but she reminds him of his affec -r Newbold's wife. He rowm In and Unld orders him from her Newbold returns opportunely. rs the truth about Armstrong wald bave killed him but for the of Kirkby and Maitland. saes upon the scene. CHAPTER XXIIl. The becoming End. 'Why did you interfere?" asked when at last he got his again, of Mailtand who still hbl firmly although restraint was uaseessary, the heat and fire of passion being somewhat gone out "I meant to kill him." 'd oughter die sure nut," draw Klrkby, rising from where he tess aeeling by Armstrong's but I dos't !tow's bow ves'm to be his easecutose. "He's all tow, Miss Eid," said the old "* 'rdd-he took a pillow from bed sad slipped It under his head toes exteuding his hands he lift .J ezrlted almost distraught we M her feet- 'taint fttin' for you -a him." "exclaimed aid, her limbs the blood flowing away her heart. her face deathly white, aganlast the faintness that with the reaction, while old iapported and encouraged her. God you came. I don't know would have happened if you had this man mistreated your" Sobert Maitland suddenly, tight his grip upon his hard breath naresisttng passive prisoner. s" answered his niece "He a everything that a man should Armstrong" continued her set even be." ,ame in time, thank Godi" e nacu Newbold. •this time Arstraon, had recov eoascilusness. To his other for hatred were now added cbs mortlbcatlio, shame. He had overcome. He would have been man and by Newbold's hands. ethers had not laterfere. He wished they had let his en aloae. Well, e had lost every but a chance fr rreveags oa all has been alone here with thbis .Is this eabi fr a month," he _wckly. "I was williMg to toake - spite of that, but-" made that damned seuggestion " erled Newbold, his rage ra "I dont know who ya name is Robert Maitland, sad If you wera her father, I alt swear--" im't necessary to swear any " aswered Mattland sereely. this child, and I belleve Im to iSad out this man." you. Uncle Robert," said aesfullyf, comngs nearer to him he spoka. "No man coud have mee for me thas Mr. Newbold an no one could have beeno moar te of me As for you." she to Armstrowa, who now slowly .t hIs fee at. "your inslnuations as re on a par with your agalast the dead womna. b' sitempt." did be say about her?" aqked know my story?" asked New mid that my wife had been n to me-with him-and that. he -emed to take her back. Great It was true," saurled Arm ll Ma·lotiad ecold do to -Newbol's rush but i the end ol ·raih who meet genstlvely "That's a damned lie," he said quiet ly with his usual drawling voice. "You can say so," laughed Arm strong, "but that doesn't alter the facts." "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 and then stopped. It would be use less she knew. The determination 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 -er 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. "How?" "By your own hand, out of your own mouth, you dog," thundered old Kirk by. "Miss Enid, where are them let ters I give you?" "I-1-" faltered the girl, but there was no escape from the keen glance of the old man; her hand went to the bosom of her tunic. "Letters," exclaimed Armstrong. "What letters?" "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 struck 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' we 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 bela' until I give 'em to Miss Maitland at the camp" "Why not?" asked Newbold, taking the letters. "Therj wasn't no good tellin' nobody then, jest for the sake o' stirrin' up trouble." "But why did you give them to her at last?" "Because I was afeered she might fall in love with Armstrong. I sup posed she'd know his writin', but w'en she didn't I Just let her keep 'em anyway. I knowed it'd all come out somehow; AjsetrtJ. a-Qod.lta as to spite of all the damned scoundrelh on earth like this 'un." "Are theeo letters addressed to my dead wife?" asked Newbold. '"They are," answered Enid Malt land. "Look and see." "And did Mr. Armstrong write them?" "He'll deny it. I suppose," answered Kirkby. "But I am familiar with his hand writing," said Maitland. Taking the still unopened packet from Newbold, he opened it, examined I one of the letters and sanded them all back. "There is no doubt about it," he said. "It's Armstrong's hand, d swear to it." "Oh, I'll acknowledge them," said Armstrong, seeing the absolute futil Ity of further denial. He had forgot ten all about the letters. He had not dreamed they were in existeace. "You've got me beat between you; the cards are stacked against me. rve done my damndest"--ad andeed that was true. Well, he bad played a great gamer battling for a high stake be had stack at nothing. A career in which some good had mtngled with much bad was now at an sed. He had lost utterly; would he show htmself a good loser? "Mr. Armstrong," said Newbold quietly, extending his hand. "here are your letters." "What do you mean?" " am not in the habit of reading let toe addrbessed to other peorle without permission, and whon the recipduet of them is dead kls sacne. I am doublty 0bound." "You're a damned fool," cried Arm strong contemptuodusly S"That kild of a chargel frm yor kind of a man Is perhas the highest domplatnt you could pay me I don't Sknow whether I shall ever get rid of the doubt you have tried to lodge i I my soul about my dead rlfe, but-" "There ain't no doubt about it." pro 7' tested old Klrkby earnestly. "re r. read them letters a hundred time. a over, havin' no scruples whatsoever, an' In every one of 'em he was beg' d gin' an' pleadian' wfth her to go away a with him an' fghtln' her refusal to do 0 it I guess I've got to admit that she d didn't love you none, Newbold. an' she 0 did love this bhere wuthless Armstrong, * but for the sake of her reputation, r1 y prove to you all from them letters of a hisan, from his own words, that there t didn't live a cleaner hearted, more vtlr I tuous upright feemale than that there a ife of yourn, even If she didn't love d you. It's God's truth an' you kin take it from me." r- "Mr. Armstrong." cried Enld Malt land, interposing at this Juncture. "Not very long aCo I told you I Uiked you I- better than uay man I had ever seen. 0 I thought perhaps I might have loved yt you. and that was true. You have played the coward's part urs the liar's 5- part tn this room-" "Did I fght him like a coward?" to asked Armstrong d "No" answered Hlwbold tor her, re Smemberig the mstru ie; "'ye fotgh I mean" Ar A Rovanc¢ oC DoY' }: x C Grua Ta$! m y. - ýý- alter yt e-°tk C~aOrd ý -t 1, ay~wl,'" :A. (k S,isarl - _ = mmtztri'tioe by ~aswerr hý ývaur It Was the Woman Who Brok the Silenc s·~· V # i c' >s- S 5·' ( -~~-7II, /47 /r I-· - A - I It Wa h oa h SoeteSlne Singular perversion of language and thought there! If two struggled like wild beasts that was fighting like men! "But let that pass," continued the woman. "I don't deny your physical courage, but I am going to appeal to another kind of a courage which I be lieve you possess. You have showed your evil side here in this room, but I don't believe that's the only side you have, else I couldn't have liked you in thbe eat. -Xa . - .- ,-cruw against two wopen; One dead and one living. It makes little difference what you say about me. I need no defense and no Justification in the eyes of those here who love me, and for the rest of the world I don't care. But you have slain this man's confidence in a woman he once loved, and who be thought loved him. As you are a man. tell him that it was a lie and that shbe was innocent of anything else although she did love you." What a singular situation, an obser ver who knew all might have reflect ed! Here was Enid Maitland pleading for the good name of the woman who had married the man she now loved, and whom by rights she should have Jealously hated. "You ask me more thn I can--" faltered Armstrong yet greatly moved by this touching appeal to his better self. -"Let him speak no word," protested Newbold quickly. "I wouldn't believe him on his oath." "Steady now, steady," interposed Kirkby with his frontier instinct for fair play, "the man's down, Newbold. don't hit him now." "Give him a chance," added Maltd land earnestly. "You would not believe me, eht" laughed Armstrong horribly, "well then this is what I say, whether it is true or a He you can be the Judge." What was he about to say? They all recognised instinctively that his forthcoming deliverance would be % final one. Would good or evil domin ate him now? aid Maitland had made herplem and it had been a pow erful one; the man did truly love the woman who urged him; there was nothing left for him but a chance that she should thiak better of him than he merited; be had come to the end of his resources. And Enld Maitland spoke again as he hesitated. "0, think, think before you speak." she cried. "If I thought," answered Arm " strong suickly, "I should go mad. New i bold, your wife was as pure as the snow; that she loved me I cannot and will not deny, she married you in a fit of Jealousy and anger after a quar rel between us in which I was to blame, and when I came back to the camp in your absence, I strove to make it up and used every argument I that I possesed to get her to leave you and to live with me. Although she had no love for you she was too good and too true a woman for that. P Now you've got the truth, damn you, believe it or not as you like. Miss Maitland." be added swiftly. "If I had met you sooner. I might have bee a better man. Good bye." t He turned suddenly and none pro i venting. indeed it was not possible, he ran to the outer door; as be did so his hand snatched-something that lay Son the chest of drawers There was Sflash of light as he drew in his arm but none saw what it was. In a few seconds he was outside the door The table was between old Kirkby and the exit; Maitland and Newbold were I mesrest The old ma eame to his ssas inrL , "After him,." he cried, "be means-" But before anybody could stir the dull report of a pistol come through the open door! They found Armstrong lying on his back in the snowy path, his face as white as the drift that pillowed his head, Newbold's heavy revolver still clutched in his right hand and a bloody welling smudge on his left breast ever his heart. It was the wo w t.b-~ mk tihm. sj*-* "Oh." she sobbed, "it can't be-" "Dead," said Maitland solemnly. "And it might have been by my hand," auttered Newbold to himself In horror. "Hell never cause no more trouble to nobody in this world, Miss Enid an' gents." said old Kirkby gravely "Well. he was a damned fool an' a damned villain, in some ways," contimnued the old frontiersman reflectively in the as lence broken otherwise only by the woman's sobbing breaths. "but he had some of the qualities that go to make a man, an' I ain't doubtin' but what them last words of his was mighty near true. Ef he had met a girl like you earlier in his life, he mought have been a different man." CHAPTER XXIV. The Draught or Joy. The great library was the prettlest room In Robert Maitland's magnificent mansion in Denver's most favored res idence section. It was a long, low studded room with a heavy beamed ceiling. The low book cases, about five feet high, ran between all the windows and doors on all side- of the room. At mone end there was a huge open fire place built of rough stone, and as it was winter a cheerful fre of logs blased on the hearth. It was a man's room preeminently. The drawing-room across the hall was Mrs. Maitland's domain, but the library r fsocted he. husband's picturesque if somewhat erratic taste. On the walls there were pictures of the west by Remington, March and, Duntoa, Dixon and others, and to let them off, finely mount ed beads of bear and deer and buffalo. Swords and other arms stood here and there. The writing table was massive and the chairs easy, comfortable and invitint The floor was strewn with robes and rugs. From the windows facing westward, since the house was set on a high hill, one could see the great rampart of the range. There were three men in the room on that brilliant morning early in Jan uary something like a month after these adventures in the mountains which have been so veraciously set forth. Two of them were the brothers Maitland: the third was New bold. The shock produced upon Enid Malt land by the death of Armstrong to gether with the tremendous' episodes that had preceded it had utterly pros strated her. They had spent the night , the hut in the mountains and had decided that the woman must be taken back to the settlements some way at all hazards. The wit of old Kirkby had effected a solution of the problem. using a means certainly as old as Napoleon and the passage of his cannon over the Great St. Bernard-and perhaps as old as Hannibal! They had made a rude sled from the trunk of a pine whicb they hollowed out and provided with a back and ranners. There was no lack of fur robes and blankets for her comfort Wherer It v :s practicab.e ti 'I l b // '., 'Is /· - rrZ! .N three mnn hitched themselves to the sled with ropes and dragged it and Enid over the snow. Of course for miles down the canon it was Inm,ossi ble to use the sled. When the way was comparatively easy the woman. supported by the two men, Newbold and Maitland, made shift to get along afoot. When it became too difficult for her, .cwbold picked her up as he had done before and assisted by Mait land, carried her bodily to the next resting place. At these times Kirkby looked after the sled. They had managed to reach the tem porary hut in the old camp the first night and rested there. They gath ered up their sleeping bags and tents and resumed their journey in the morning. They were stronZ men, and save for old Kirkby. young. It was a desperate endeavor but they carried it through. Whea they hit the open trails the sledding was easy and they made great progress. After a week of ter rific going, they struck the railroad, and the next day found them all safe in Maitland's house in Denver To Mr. Stephen Maitland his daugh ter was as one who had risen from the dead And indeed, when he first saw her, she looked like death itself. No one had known how terrible that journey had been to the woman Her three faithful attendants had surmised something, but in spite of all even they did not realize that in these last days she had been sustained only by the most violent effort of her will. She had no sooner reached the house. greeted her father, her aunt and the children, then she collapsed utterly The wonder was, said the physician, not that she did it then but that she had not done it before. For a short time it appeared as if her illress might be serious, but youtu. vigor, a strong body and a good constitution, a heart now free from care and apprehension and a great desire to live and love and be loved, worked wonders. Newbold had enjoyed no opportunity for private conversation with the wo man he loved, whicu was perhaps just as well. He had the task of readjust ing himself to changed conditions; not only to a different environment, but to strange and unusual departures from his long cherished view points He could no longer doubt Arm strong': final testimony to the purity of his wife, although he had burned the letters unread, and by the same token he could no longer cherish the dream that she had loved him and him -~k.eh_ o words tha had re ceded tat pitmol ihot -W -mae -W possible for him to -take Enid Malt land as his wife without doing violence to his sense of honor or his self-re spect. Armstrong had made that I much reparation. And Newbold could not doubt that the other had known what would be the result of his speech I and had chosen his words deliberately; I score that last action to his credit. He was a sensitive man, however; he realized the brutal and beast-like part Things We're Ashamed Of Why Is It That Women Always Seem to Have Something to Apolo gize Fort Isn't It queer the sort of thinrs we are ashamed of? queries a western woman writer. How often do we hear people apologizing profusely because they happen to live in an unfashion able part of town. They will explain and explain ad nauseam how they came to be living In that house and bow very awkward it is having that class of neighbors. I have come to the conclusion it is ittle short of a crime not to live in the fashionable part of the city. And then relations. Everybody seems to be ashamed of at least one relation. In most cases the only ones they are proud of are dead oned, a loag time dead, and very remote re lations at that. But the living rela tions always seem to be a cause of shame-they never will live in the right districts, build the right kind of house, bring up their children sty lishly or indulge in the right kind of trade. Female relations will insist upon marrying undesirable husbands. and male relations always manage to acquire vulgar or dowdy wives. One stylish lady is wont to sigh elegantly as she murmurs "poor dear George-peculiar wife, you know; I've tried, but I really can't include them In my social affairs, you know." But of all the shameful shame pro ducers the behavior of our babies is the shamiest. Our babies always will dirty their pinnles, as for candy, wipe jammy angers on the visitor's coat, demand attention persistently and vociferous ly, knock over the tea cups. spread the cake crumbs all over the best carpet and perpetrate all the other hundred aid one misdemeanors that the dear lambs are heir to. They all do it sometimes and they all do it always on the days we earnestly yearn for them to make a good im pression. So why are we ashamed of them for benlg normal? Why do we all ex plain at great length how Tommy never behaves like this on ordinary occasions and why do we persist I being mortified so poignantly?-Ex change. Real American Cat. A New York publishlng firm whos premises occupy the sixth and sev eath foors of one of the city's "SkY he and Armstrong had both played be fore this toma ni they both loved. how they had: battIed lie salage aninals and lhoa but lor a llucky iiterpiostion lie would ha;vt' added murder to his other disa:t bilit ies. lie IaI IL.otest emoiigh to say to him. self that lie loulld hlave done the salme thing over under the samelnt circium stances, but that did not absolve his conscicence. lie did not know how the womalni looked at the transaction or looked at himt, and he had Oot enjoyed one moment alone with heIr. In all that hatl transi:ired since that morn ing in the hut, the four had naturally and inevitably remained inseparably together They had buried Armstrong in the snow. Robert Maitland saying over hint a brief but fervent petition In which even Newbold joined. Enid Maitland herself had repeated elo quently to her uncl!e and old Kirkby that night before the fire the story of her rescue from the flood by this man, how he had carried her in the storm to the hut and how he had treated her since; and Maitland had afterwards repeated her account to his brother in Denver. Maitland had insisted that Newbold share his hospitality, but that young man had refused. Klrkby had a little place not far from Denver and easily accessible to it, and the old man had gladly taken the younger one with him. Newbold had been in a fever of anxiety over Enid Maitlana's illness, but his alarm had soon been dispelled by the physician's assurance, and there was nothing now left for him but to wait until she could see him. He Inquired for her morning and even ing at the great house on the hill; he kept her room a bower of beauty with priceless blossoms, but be had sent no word Robert Maitland had promised to let him know, however, so soon as Enid could see him, aid it was in pursuance of a telephone message that he was in the library that morning. He had not yet become accustomed to the world; he had lived so long alone that he had grown somewhat shy and retiring; the habits and customs 1 of years were not to be lightly thrown aside in a week or a month. He had sought no interview with Enld's father heretofore; Indeed had rather avoided it, but on this morning he had asked for it. and when Robert Maitland would have withdrawn he jegged him to remain "Mr. Maitland." Newbold began. ".I f .t you know my _uafort "1 have heard the general outlines of it. sir, from my brother and others." answered the other kindly. "I need not dwell upon it further then. Although my hair is tinged with gray and doubtless I look much older. I was only twentyeight on my last birthday. I was not born in this see tion of the country, my home was in Baltimore." (TO BE CONTINUED.) scrapers" has two black cats which have been in Its service for several years. These cats are usually doml ciled in the editorial department on the seventh floor, where they have many friends among the employers. Recently for certain reasons the cats were "degraded" to the printing de partment on the sixth foor. This treatment they naturally resented, and the elder, graver and more re sourceful of the two has hit upon the following ingenious expedient to re gain his old haunts and friends. Ev ery morning at eight o'clock he waits at the gates of an ascending elevator and entering with the connivance of the operator is conveyed to the sev enth floor, where he alights. The cat is somewhat "advanced in years" and moreover, being an American cititen does not see the force of climbing a "stairway" when he can go up by the elevator. interesting Pipes. Some people have found pipe eel' lecting a fascinating hobby. A Bir mingham enthusiast. Willam Braggs, died some years ago, leaving a collec tion of seven thousand pipes, each one different from the other. The gems of the collection were the Broseley clays. of which there were four hundred specimens. Pipes were made at Broseley long before the in troduction of tobacco into this coun try, for the medicinal smoking of na tive herbs, and some of the clays in the Bragge collection were said to be 500 years old. It also included early knockrogheny pipes-the Irish clays which Tennyson preferred above all others.-London Chronicle. 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"I want a piece of meat without any bone, fat or gristle." said the bride, on her first trip to market "Yes, ma'am," replied the butcher. "1 would suggest that you take an egg." -Youth's Companion. After Dinner Joke. In the great Pecos valley apple country of New Mexico the latest ar rival is always asked: "What is worse than biting into an apple and finding a worm?" He is stumped. They tell him. "Finding half a worm." Diana of the Air. The beautiful and athletic Eleanora Sears, at a luncheon at Sherry's, said of aviation: "I like the biplane well enough, and the monoplane I am simply head over heels in love with." To this remark one of Miss Sears' many unsuccessful suitors answered reproachfully: "Ah. another case of man being sup planted by machinery!" GOOD NAME. Weeton-I'm going to call my prI ate golf links Bunker HIlL Preston-Why? Weston-I can never win on them. SCOFFERS Often Make the Staunchest Couveg The man who scofs at an idea doctrine which he does nom tfully o derstand has at least the courage to show where be stands. The gospel of Health has many c verts who formerly laughed at the idea that eofee and tea, for eampls, ever hurt anyone. Upon looiagl into the matter serloialy, often at the mseg gestion of a friend, such paraes hayv found that Postum and a rid's advi.e bave been their salvation. "My sister was employed ia an mi ern city where she bad to do ealeulat. ing," writes an Okla. girL "She me - fered with bheadache until she was a most unftted for duty. "Her landlady persuaded her to gu Scoffee and use Postum and tin a few Sdays she was entirely ree from head" I ache." (Tea is Just as ijuros as * cotee beause It contalns coffeet, the I same drug found in cofee.) "Bhe tol Sher employer about it. and oa trying It, he had the same experience. "My father and I have both atmfed I much from nervous headache sine I a cadl remember, but we scoifed at the V idea advanced by my sister, that ml 5 fee was the cause of our trouble. S"However, we finally quit coffee and began usitng Postum. Father has had but one headacbe now In tour yearn, due to a severe cold, and I have lost . my headaches and soar stomach * which I am now convinced came from . coffee. "A cup of good, hot Postum is mae a bisfying to me when I do not carn to e at a meal. Circumstances cased e me to locate in a new constry ad I f teared I would not be able to get my > favorite drink, Poetum, but I was a relieved to find that a fuall sapply to , kept here with a heavy demand for a It." Name given by Poetnm Co. a Battle Creek, Mich. a- Read "The Road to Wellville," is Spkgs. "There's a \Ireason." t, yve' rea the Ie**e ettert A ame d *e* esses fenm Ur te thee YI'be I Iws eeme .. -m ee e U me.