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CHAPTER XIII.
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Meanwhile Cherry, in the sick flut
ter of spirits that had become familiar
to her of late, kept her dentist ap
pointment, and at noon looked at a
fiusiied and lovely vision in the den
tist's mirror.
She went out into the blazing street;
it was one of the hot noontides of the
.year. At two o’clock a wild wind
wojjJtl spring up and send papers and
♦bast flying, but Just now the iieat was
dry and clear and still.
She was carrying a parasol and she
opened it now and walked slowly to
ward Geary street. She could not even
frame in her thoughts the utter blank
ness of the feeling that shvept over
her at missing an opportunity to see
I’eter. She turned and went slowly
up past the big shop windows that re
flected the burning Plaza, and so came
to the cool, great doorway of the St.
Francis. Inside was tempered light
and noiseless coming and going,
meeting and parting.
Cherry drifted into the big, deep
enrpeted waiting room; there were
other women there, sunk into the big
teat her chairs, watching the doors and
glancing at the clock. When a man
**me hastily in the door, one woman
nose, there was a significant smile, a
murmured greeting, before the two
vanished.
In a luxurious chair Cherry waited,
Peter certainly would not come in un
til half-past twelve, perhaps not then.
{Suddenly, with a spring of her heart
against her ribs, she saw Peter’s dark
bend with its touches of iron gray.
Groomed and brushed scrupulously
ns always, with the little limp, yet as
always dignified and erect, he came to
stand before her, and sae stood up,
and their hands met. Flushed and a
little confused, she followed him to
an Inconspicuous table in a corner of
the dining room. Then the dreamlike
unreality and beauty of their hours
together began again.
“Did you expect me to meet you?”
she smiled. For answer he looked at
her thoughtfully a minute before his
own face lighted with a bright smile.
“I don’t think I thought of your not
being there,” he confessed. "I was
■imply moving all morning toward the
instant of meeting.” He watched her,
almost with anxiety, for a moment,
then turned his attention to the bill
of fare. But Cherry was not hungry,
and she paid small attention to the
order, or to the food when' it came.
Presently they were talking again,
In that hunger for self-analysis that
Is a part of new love. They thrilled
at every word. Cherry raising her
eyes, shining with eagerness, to his,
or Peter watching the little down
dropped face In an agony of adoration.
An hour passed, two hours, after
awhile they were walking, still with
that strange sense of oneness and of
solitude, and still as easily as if they
bad been floating, to the ferry.
Alix met them in Mill Valley with
vivid accounts of the day; she had
been pondering the brief talk with
Anne, and was anxious to have Peter’s
view ’of it. Peter was of the opinion
that Anne’s conduct Indicated very
Nearly that site and Justin realized
Jthaft their case was lost.
"Theai you’re fixed for life. Cherry,”
■was Alix’s first remark. “Oh, say I”
-whe added, iu a burst. “Let’s go down
to the old bouse tomorrow, will you?
Let’s see what it needs, and how much
uouJd have to be done to make it fit
<to live in!”
Cherry flushed, staring steadily at
iber :sister, and Peter, too, was con
tused, but /Mix saw nothing. The
next day she curried her point, and
kook them with her down to the old
lAuu.se. Cherry was pale and fighting
.as they crossed the porch, and
rilled the key in the door. Inside the
the air was* close and stale,
rjckuroos of dry pine walls and of un
uired rooms. Peter flung up a window.
Che girls walked aimlessly about.
Fhrough the familiar, yet shockingly
chairs and tables that were all
thickly with dust.
•“It needs everything!” Alix said,
alter a first quick tour of Inspection,
eyeing u greater weather streak on
she raw plaster of the dining-room
wall. "It needs air, cleaning, straight
ening, flowers Gosh, how it does
lined people!”
“1 —1 can’t bear it!” Cherry said
softly. in a sick undertone.
Alix, who was rapidly recovering
ber equilibrium, sprang upstairs with
out hearing her, but Cherry did not
follow. She went to the open front
deorway and stood there, leaning
against the sill, and gazing sadly out
at the shabby, tangled garden that
had sheltered all the safety and joy
and Innocence of her little-girl days.
“Peter,” she said, as he came to
ctr.nd beside her, “I’m so unhappy ! M
"I’lierry, will you end it?” he asked
Jier. huskily.
Slip gave him a startled look.
•*End It?" she faltered.
'“Will you —do you think you are
orave enougn to give everytmng else
up for me?” he asked.
“Peter!” said Cherry, hardly above
a breath.
“Will you go away with me?" Peter
went on, feverishly. “That’s the only
way, now. That’s the only way—now.
Will you go away?"
“Go away!” Cherry’s face was ash
en as she moved her tragic and beau
tiful eyes to his. “Go away where?”
“Anywhere!” Peter answered, con
fusedly. “Anywhere!" He did not
m6et her look, his own went furtively
about the garden. Immediately lie
seemed to regain self-control. “I’m
talking like a fool !” he said, quickly.
“I don’t know what I’m saying half
the time! I’m sorry—l’m sorry, Cher
ry. Don’t mind me. Say that you’ll
forgive me for what I said!”
He had taken her hands, and they
were looking uistressediy and sober
ly at each other when an unexpected
noise made them step quickly apart.
Cherry’s heart beat madly with ter
ror, and Peter flushed deeply.
It was Martin Lloyd’s aunt, Mrs.
North, their old neighbor, who came
about the corner of the house, and
approached them smilingly. How much
had she seen? Cherry asked herself,
in a panic. What were they doing?
—what were they saying as she ap
peared?—how much had their atti
tude betrayed them?
Mrs. North was the -same loud
laughing, cheerful woman as of old.
She kissed Cherry, and was full of
queries for Martin.
“Durango? Belle told me some
thing about his going there,” she said.
“How long you been here, Cherry?”
“I’ve been with Alix and Peter for
—for several weeks," Cherry said, un
easily. Her eyes met Peter’s and he
conveyed reassurance to her with a
look.
"When you ?oing back, dear?” Mrs.
North asked, with so shrewd a glance
from Cherry’s exquisite rosy face to
Peter’s that he felt a fresh pang of
suspicion. She had seen something
“Why, I’ve been rather—rather kept
here by the—the law-suit, haven’t I,
Peter?” Cherry explained. “But I ex
pect to go soon as it is all settled !
Here’s Alix,” she said, gladly, as Alix
came downstairs.
“I’ll bet you three are having real
good times!” Mrs. North said, with a
curious look from one to the other.
“You know what I hope,” Alix told
her, “is that Cherry and Martin will
always keep the old place open now.
I don’t believe Cherry’ll ever love an-
I
“Here’s Alix,” She Said Gladly as
Alix Came Downstairs.
other place as she does the valley
will you. Sis?" Alix ended, eagerly.
Cherry met the arm her sister linked
around her, half-way, and gave her
a troubled smile.
And yet a few moments later, when
some quest took Peter suddenly from
the group, she watched the shabby
corduroy suit, the laced high boots,
and the black head touched with gray,
disappear in the direction of the
kitchen with a tearing pain at ber
heart. Her father had asked her to
wait, wait until she was nineteen!
Nineteen had seemed old then* She
had felt at nineteen she would have
merely delayed the great joy of life
for nothing; nt nineteen she would
be only so much older, so much more
desperately bent upon this marriage.
And Peter was there then, was com
ing and going, advising and teasing her
—so near, so accessible, loving her
even then, hud she but known it!
That engagement might as easily—
and how much more wisely!—have
been with Peter; the presents, the
gowns, the wedding would have been
the same, to her childish egotism ; the
rest how different 1 The rest would
have been light Instead of darkness,
joy Instead of pain, dignity and de-
velopment and increasing content In
stead of all the months of restless
criticism and doubt and disillusion
ment. The very scene here, with Mrs.
North and Alix, might easily have
been, with Cherry as the wife of Peter,
Cherry as her sister’s hostess. In the
mountain cabin
At the thought her heart suffocated
her. She stood dazedly looking out of
Ihe old kitchen window, and her
senses swam in a sudden spasm of
pain.
CHAPTER XIV.
“You and I must go away!" said
Peter. “I can’t stand it. I love you.
I love you so dearly. Cherry. I can’t
think of anything else any more. It’s
like a fever —it’s like a sickness. I’m
never happy, any more, unless my
arms are about you. W:ll you let me
take you somewhere, where we can be
happy together?”
Cherry turned her confident, child
ish face toward him; her lashes glit
tered, but she smiled.
“I love you, Peter !” she said. And
the words, sounding softly through the
silence of the garden, died away on
the warm night air like music.
In the two weeks since the day at
the old house they had not chanced to
he often alone, and tonight, for the
first time, Cherry admitted that she
could fight no longer. They talked as
lovers, his arm about the soft little
clinging figure, her small, firm fingers
tight in his own. He had squared
about on the great log that was their
seat so that his ardent eyes were
closer to her; the world held nothing
but themselves. It was eight o’clock.
“So this is the thing that was wait
ing for us all these years, Cherry, ever
since the time you and Alix used t<»
dam my brook and climb my oak
trees!”
“I never dreamed of it!” Chefiry
said, with wonder in her tone.
“If we Lad dreamed of it ” Peter
began, and stopped.
“All. if we had, it would all be dif
ferent,” Cherry said, with a look of
pain. “That’s the one thing I can’t
bear to think of! I cannot go back to
Martin. I can’t leave you—l can’t leave
you!”
“Shall we go away?” Peter asked,
simply.
“Go where?” she asked.
“Go anywhere!” he answered. “We
have money enough; we can leave
Alix rich—she will still have her cabin
and her dogs and the life she loves.
But there are other tiny places. Cher
ry ; there are little cabins in Hawaii,
there are Canadian villages—Cherry,
there are thousands of places in the
south of France where we might live
for years and never be questioned, and
never be annoyed."
“France!” she whispered, and the
downcast face he was watching so
eagerly was thoughtful. “How could
we go,” she breathed. “You first, and
then I? To meet somewhere?”
“Wc would have to go together,”
he decided swiftly. "Every one must
know, dear; you realize that?”
Wide-eyed she was staring at him
as if spell-bound by some new hope;
now she shrugged her shoulders In
careless disdain.
“That is’nt of any consequence!”
"You don’t feel it so!” He sat down
beside her, and again they locked
hands.
"Not that part,” she answered, sim
ply. "I mind—Alix,” she added,
thoughtfully.
“Yes, I mind Alix!” he admitted.
“But the injury is done to Alix now.”
Cherry said, slowly. "Now it is too late
to go back! You and I couldn’t—we
couldn’t deceive Alix here, Peter,”
Cherry added, and as she turned to
him lie saw her thin white blouse move
suddenly with the quick rising of her
heart. “That—that would be too hor
rible! But I could take this love of
ours away, leave everything else be
hind, simply—simply recognize." stam
mered Cherry, her lips beginning to
tremble, "that it is bigger than our
selves. that we can’t help it, Peter.
I’d fight it if I could," she added, pite
ously, "I’d go away if I didn’t know
that no power on earth could keep me
from coming back !”
She buried her head on his shoulder,
and he put Ids ann about her, and
there was utter silence over the great
brooding mountain, and In the valley
brimming with soft moonshine, and in
the garden.
"I believe that even Alix will under
stand,” Peter said after awhile. "She
loves you and me better than any one
else in the world; she is not only ev
erything that is generous, but she isn’t
selfish, she Is the busiest and the most
sensible person I ever knew. 1 know
—of course I know it’s rotten,” he broke
off in sudden despair, “but what I’m
trying to say is that Alix, of all peo
ple I know, is the one that will make
the least fuss about it "
Cherry was staring raptly before
her; now she grasped his hand and
said breathlessly:
“Oh, Peter, are we talking about It?
Are we talking about our going away,
and belonging to each other?”
"What else?” he said, quick
in his eyes.
“Oh, but I’ve been so unhappy. I’ve
been so starved I" she whispered. “I
thought I wanted people—cities—l
thought I wanted to go on the stage.
But It was only you I wanted. Oh,
Peter, what a life It will be! The llt
tlest cottage, the simplest life, and
perhaps a beach or woods to walk in
—and always talking, reading, always
together. Isn’t there some way we
can get away, disapjiear as if we had
never been?”
“Cherry!" he sold, kneeling before
her in the wet grass. “You know what
it means!”
“It means you!” she answered, after
I a silence. She had laid her bands
softly about his neck, and her shin
ing eyes were close to his.
“It’s so beautiful—it’s so wonderful
—to love this way,” she said, in her
Innocent, little-girl voice, “that it
seems to me the only thing in the
world! I’d come to you, Peter, if it
meant shame and death and horror.
It doesn’t mean that, it only means
a man and a woman settling down
somewhere in the south of France, a
big quiet man who limps u little, and
a little yellow-headed woman In blue
smocks and silly-looking hats ”
"It means life, of course!” he inter
rupted her. “The hour that makes
you mine. Cherry, will he the exqul
site hour of my whole life!”
They were silent tor a while, and
below them the white moonlight deep
ened and brightened and swum like
an enchantment.
"There will be no coming back. Cher
ry.”
"Oh. I know that!"
"There can’t ever be—there mustn’t
be —you’ve thought of that?” he said,
uncertainly. In the curious, unreal
light that flooded the world, he saw
her turn, and caught the gleam of her
surprised eyes.
“You mean children—a child?” she
said, surprised)}*. “Why not. /’eter?”
she added, tightening her fingers,
“what could be more wonderful than
that we should have a child? Can
you imagine a imppier environment
for a child than that little sunshiny,
woodsy beach cottage; can’t you See
the littla figure—the two or three little
figures! —scampering ahead of us
through the country roads, or around
the tire? Oh. 1 ran,” said Cherry, her
extra ordinary voice rich ami sweet
i ll
■pH
Her Shining Eyes Were Close.
with longing, "I can ! That would be
motherhood, Peter, that wouldn’t be
like having a baby whose father one
didn’t—one couldn’t love, marriage or
no marriage!”
And as he watched, amazed at, the
change that love had brought to quiet,
little inarticulate Cherry, she added,
earnestly:
"Alix will forgive us; you’ll see she
will! Alix —J know her!—will only
be sorry for me. She’ll only think me
mad to disgrace the good name of
Strickland; she’ll think we’re both
crazy. Perhaps she’ll plunge into -the
orphanage work, or perhaps she'll go
on here, gardening, playing with Buck,
raising ducks—she says herself that
she has never known what love means
—says It really meaning It. yet as If
the whole subject was a joke—a weak
ness !”
“I believe she will forgive us, for
she is the most '.generous woman in
the world,” Peter said, slowly. "Any
way—we can’t stop now! We can’t
stop now! There is the steamer line
that goes to Los Angeles." he mused.
“Yes —I believe that is the solution,”
he added, with a brightening face. "No
body you know goes there on it; !t
leaves daily at eleven, and gets Into
Los Angeles the following morning.
From there wp can get a drawing
room to New Orleans; that’s only a
day and n half more; and we can
keep to ourselves If by any unlucky
chance there should ’be any one we
know on the train ”
"Which isn’t likely!"
"Which isn’t likely! Then at New
Orleans we go either to the Zone, or
to Kouth Ajnerica. or to any one of
the thousand places—New York, if
we, like, by water. By that time we
will be lost as completely as if we had
dropped into the sea. I’ll see about
reservations—the thing is, you’re too
pretty to go quite unnoticed!" he add
ed ruefully.
He saw a smile flicker on her save
in the moonlight, but when she sjioke,
It was with almost tearful gravity:
“You arrange it, Peter, and some
how I’ll go. I’ll write AHx —I’ll tell
Jier that where she’s sane, I’m mad,
and where she’s strong, I’m weak!
And we’ll weather it, dear, and we’ll
find ourselves somewhere, alone, with
al! the golden, beautiful future before
ue. But, Peter, until this part of it’s
over we mustn’t be alone again—you
mustn’t kiss me again ! Will you prom
ise me?"
As stirred as she was. he gathered
her little fingers together, and kissed
them.
"I’ll promise anything! Only irust
me for a few days more, and we will
be away from It all. Ami now you
put it all out of your mind, and run
in and go to lied. You’re exhausted,
and if Alix gets tile eight o’clock train
she will be here In a few minutes."
"Good night 1" she breathed, and lie
saw the white gown flicker against
the soft light on the lawn, and saw
the black shadow creeping by It, be
fore she mounted the porch steps,
and was gone.
(TO BE CONTINUED.!
RADICAL WORK A
PART OF SCHEME
BANK OF NORTH DAKOTA USED
TO EXTEND SOCIALIST
PROPAGANDA.
The Nonpartisan League organizers
who have no Interest in Wyoming, but
have come here to make an easy liv
ing, are busily engaged in telling the
farmers if tliey will but Join the or
ganization and pay for the priv
ilege, tliey can control the next Leg
islature, establish the Bank of Wyo
ming, which will take care of their
financial troubles at low rales o£ in*
terest, and that no longer will they be
oppressed by the "capitalist class."
Because of the stress of many farm
ers the idea appeals, it has
strained them they have paid in their
3618, and now a member of the iepgue,
have the utmost confidenec In its pur
poses and its leaders. These farmers
are told they must not Itelieve any
thing that appears In tlie "kept press”
that Is all papers which do not ap
prove the league; that because of
the great reforms the league has put
into operation for the farmers "Wall
Street” is spending millions of dollars
to destroy the organization; that the
newspapers are printing nothing but
"«i s and tiiat the only way to get
the truth is to read nothing but league
pqpers, such as the National Nonparti
san Lcuider, w hich goes to every man
who joins.
Only Clever Deception.
And one who reads tills, or other
papers barking the league and refuses
to bvlfeve that which appears In other
publications, gains the impression tiiat
tlie Nonpartisan League is a wonder
ful success; that it is to be tiie salva
tion of the farmer; that all other or
ganizations, esp«*<-iafly the farm bu
reau, are corrupt and owned by "Wall
Street;" that Townley and the lesser
lights in the league movement are
striving desperately to aid the farm
ers, and that It is but a case of “stick
together" until in the end tlie farmers
will control and then their troubles
will vanish into thin nothingness.
But tlie truth is quite a different
matter. The dally and weekly press
of the nation simply secure facts and
print them. They are not saying what
tliey do about the league because they
are paid to do so, they are saying it
because it is true. The fact of the
matter Is —and It is a simple matter
for any one seeking the farts to se
cure them—that the Nonpartisan
League is not now. and never was, a
farmers’ movement; that it was not or
ganized, has never been controlled, ami
Is not now <*<introlled by farmers; that
it is simply a clever scheme to "bring
socialism to the farmers and the fann
ers to socialism,” and that it Is allied
closely with every ultrnrndical organi
zation In the country.
Always a Socialist.
These facts are conipion knowledge.
If the farmers of Wyoming who are
accepting as true much they have been
told by organizers or by neighbors who
have been deceived, will but take the
trouble to learn who is managing af
fairs in this state they will find the
state manager Is not a farmer, never
liiim l»een a farmer in the true sense
of the word, always lias been a rnbld
socialist, and at one time was a candi
date for police magistrate of Omaha
on the Socialist ticket, and that his
purpose is not to form an organization
that will aid the fanners, but one that
will aid communism.
A Propaganda Machine.
The Bunk of North Dakota, after
which the Bank of Wyoming Is to be
modeled If the league gains political
control, has proven not an institution
to aid the farmers, but instead an in
stitution to aid, advance and financial
ly assist socialism In Its many forms,
and to extend radical propaganda In
other states. It loaned to Nonpnrtlsnn
League hanks and socialist schemes,
all now in the hands of receivers, more 1
than it loaned all the farmers of North
Dakota. And that It Is a part of
the national machine to extend radical
propaganda, the kind so severely con
demned by former Attorney Gen
eral ,Pu liner and Attorney General
Daugherty, Is now proven through
correspondence recently found in the
bank.
Among those on the payroll of this
bank, It would appear not for actual
service, but to aid in radical propa
ganda, was William G. Roylanta, a
pronounced aochillst. This correspond
ence shows the bank paid for the serv
ice of the Federated Press, which was
used by the ('ourler-News, tire Non
partisan Leagm* subsidized paper at
Fargo. The real Import of this be
comes clear when one understands the
Federate! Press was organized by
some ot the most pronounced radicals
in this country, such as the editors of
the New York (’all, the Milwaukee
leader, the Butte Bulletin and the
New Majority, the first two socialist
papers, the third an I. W. W. publica
tion and the last practically a <wm
munlHt publication.
It further appears from this corres
pondence, carelessly left behind, that
Koylnnce, while drawing a salary from
the bank ns an official of North Da
kota, was acting as correspondent for
some radical papers, and receiving
compensation for this work. It might
be said in this connection that much
of the matter appearing laudatory ot
the Nonpartisan League emanates from
the Federated Press, and further, that
anything emanating from this source
Is not to be rellial upon. This propa
ganda machine has been a number of
times exposed.
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 8,1
Brief News Notes
From All Parts of
Wyoming
OVesUrn Newspaper Union Neva Servlew.)
Platte county ranks among the
leading counties of the state in tax
returns before Jan. 1.
The Underwood Lumlier Company
has filed articles of incorporation with
ilie secretary of state for. a genera’
building and construction business in
Gillette.
Tlie period from Feb. 8 to 14 has
been set us Boy Scout week In Casper
by proclamation of the mayor, ami
elaborate plans have been made for
its observance.
Policemen in searching a laundry hi
Cheyenne for opium came upon a bat
tered trunk that looked suspiciously
like a depository for contraband. In
stead it proved a treasure vault. The
policemen found SIB,OOO in gold and
bank books showing deposits of
SIO,BOO.
S. Surzurki, foreman of the Diamond
Mine Company at Oakley, near Kem
merer, and his wife were shot dead
by two men who attempted to get $3.
500 with which Suzurki was to have
pa|d off employes of the mine. The
mqrders escaped and are believed to
be hiding in the hills.
Wolves recently attacked a band of
sheep belonging to Jolin Daly of Gil
lette and killed forty head, including
thirty-seven lambs and three ewes.
Tracks In the snow showed that the
killing whs done by u pack of throe
wolves, many of which infest the
northern half of Campbell county.
Steady growth of the business of
the Casper Packing Company is shown
by the fact that on one day thirty
five beeves ninety-seven hogs were
butchered for the trade. Fourteen
men are now employed ut the plant
east of Casper, which was placed in
operation only a few months ago.
Offer of the bonding firm of Ben
well, Phllli[>s & Company of Denver
to purchase refunding bonds in the
amount of $130,000 carrying 6 per cent
interest, has been accepted by the citv
council of Sheridan and resolutions
have been adopted instructing the
preparation of ordinances, forms, etc.,
for the immediate Issuance of the
bonds. Floating of a refunding bond
Issue Is designed to place the city on
a cash bn sis.
Creditors of the defunct Bank of
Lusk petitioned to have an investiga
tion of tlie business prior to the clos
ing of the doors of the institution, and
presented the petition to District Judge
William A. Riner of Cheyenne upon
his recent visit to Lusk. They wtre
advised to get up another statement
and i»resent It to the state examiner,
whose duty It Is to investigate, audit
and otherwise look into such cases.
This wi.i be done sJiortly.
In the midst, of u p!How fight and
friendly scuffle with two playmates
in his home In Hanna, Elmer Hill, 12
years old, crumpled to the floor and
called for his mother. The other chil
dren considered h part of the sport,
laughingly dragged him to the door
and threw water on him. A second
time he culled for his mother and r»>:n
plained of illness. When the motlur
arrived the child was dead. The phy
sician called said his neck had been
broken.
The small automobile In which they
were traveling from Baggs, Wyo., be
coming stalled In a snowdrift between
Hanna and Rock River, Mrs. John
Steele and two children, the youngest
an infunt In arms, were expomul o
bitter cold throughout the night, with
the result that the baby froze to denui
and the mother and other child were
so severely frosted that their comll
tlcn Is critical. They were rescued I
occupants of a passing automobile and
brought to a hospital In itannn.
W. H. Sammon, one of those killed
in the Knickerbocker theater in Wash
ington, was deputy state treasurer of
Wyoming, when he resigned list sum
mer to attend Geiirgetown .Unlvorsit..
in Washington. He also had been one
of the leaders In the American Legion
in this state. He was a son of J. W.
Sammon of Kemmerer, Wyo.
Ln order to stimulate business dur
Ing the present period of depression,
Mark H. Shields, president of the
Bank of Gillette, has mane na off< r
to the farmer! of Campbell county to
assist them In buying suitable milch
cows. His plan Is to develop dairying
in his vicinity and nt the same filin’,
provide a weekly pay check for those
who have suffered from the hard
times.
The business section of Lusk was
threatened recently when flumes gut
ted the old Goddard property, now
owned by the Lusk Development Com
pany. The Faust building, adjoining
the structure ablaze, was In gruv*
danger. In this structure Is located
the postofflco, Lusk theater and diinci
hull, and apartments on the second
floor. The total loss was about thirty
thousand dollars*
Fred 1. Irftpash, 73 years old, pin
neer stoekmnn of Cheyenne, dropped
dead In tlie hallway or a notel ftt San
Diego, according to word received by
relatives In Cheyenne. He was alone
at the time. George Cordetnan, an
other roomer In the hotel, found the
body lying on the floor, and the
shock caused his death from heart
dlsem e.
The first sweeping action In Casper
toward keeping vice under control to
be inaugurated under the administra
tion of Chief of Police Alexander Nis
bet netted almost two score arrests.