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THE HOLBROOK NEWS, HOLBROOK, ARIZ., OCTOBER 27.
TH -OR I'LL SHOOT." BTNOPSIS. At Thornton Fair child's death his son Robert teams there has bec a dark period In Is father's lit which for almost thirty year has caused him suffer ing. The secret is hinted at In a document left by the elder Fair child, which also Informs Robert he Is now owner of a mining claim in Colorado, and advising him to see Henry Beamish, a lawyer. Beamish tells Robert his claim, a liver mine, is atOhadl. thirty eight miles from Denver. He also warns him against a certain man. -"Squint" Rodaine. his father's en emy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl. On the road to Ohadl from Denver Kalrchtld assists a girl apparently in a frenry of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she has left, the sheriff and a posse appear, in pursuit of a bandit. Fairchlld. bewildtreJ. misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadl Fairchlld Is warmly greeted by 'Mother" Howard, boarding house keeper, for his father's sake. From Mother Howard Fairchlld learns something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Siasle" Larsen. his father's co worker In the mine. He meets the girl he had assisted, but she denies her Identity. She is Anita Rich mond. Judge Richmond's daughter. 'Visiting his claim. Fairchlld Is shadowed by a man he recognises from descriptions as "Squint" Ro daine. Back In Ohadl. his father's old friend. Harry Harklns. a Cor nlshman. summoned from England by Beamish to help Fairchlld. hails him with Joy. The pair find the mine flooded and have not suffi cient funds to have It pumped dry. liter In the day "Squint" Rodaine aniounces that he practically saw ilnrkins fall into the flooded mine, and evidently Is drowned. Hark ins being a general favorite, the entire population turns out to clear the flooded mine. When the work Is practically done. Harry appears. It had been a shrewd trick, and " the men take it as a good Joke. Kairvhild learns that Judge Rich mond is dying, and that he and Anita are in the power of the Ro daines. They begin, as partners, t work the mine. In their hearts both fear Larsen was killed by Thornton Fairchlld and his body burled by a cave-In which de stroyed the mine. CHAPTER IX Continued. From far away the drone of the call er sounded In A voire fnmillur, and Fairchlld looked up to see the narrow- eyed, scarred face of Squint Rodulne. who was officiating at the wheel. He lost Interest in the game; lackadais ically he placed the buttons on their squares as the numbers were shouted, Anally to brush them all aside and de sert the game. His hatred of the Ro daines had grown to a .point where he could enjoy nothing with which they were connected, where he de spised everything with which they had the remotest affiliation excepting, of course, one person. And as he rose. Fairchlld saw that she was just enter ing the dance hall. Only a moment he hesitated. Mau rice Rodalue, attired In a mauve frock rait and the inevitable accompanying beaver, had stopped to talk to some one at the door. She stood alone, look ing about the hall, toughing and nod ding; and then she looked at himl Falrchild did not wait. From the platform at the end of the big room the riddles had begun to squeak, and the caller was shouting bis announcements. Couples began to line up on the floor. The caller's voice grew louder: "One mere couple then the dance starts. One more couple, lady an' a gent! One more -Please 1" Robert Fairchlld had reached her aud was holding forth his hand. She looked up lu half surprise, then demurred. "Rut I don't know these old dances." "Neither do I or any other, for that niatter," he confessed with sudden boldness. "Rut does that make any difference? Please!" She glanced quickly toward the door. Maurice Rodaine was still .talk log, and Fairchlld saw a little gleam come into her eyes the gleam that shows when a woman decides to make some one pay for rudeness. Falrchild's hand was still extended. Again Anita Richmond glanced toward the door, chuckled to herself while Fairchiid watched the dimples that the merriment caused, and then Fairchlld forgot the fact that he was wearing hobnailed shoes and that his clothes were worn and old. He was going forward to take his place on the dance floor, and she was beside him ! Some wny, as though a haze, he aw her. Some way he realized that -now and then his hand touched hers, and that once, as they whirled abou' the room, in obedieuee to the monarch on the tiddler's rostrum, his arm was alout her wnlst. and her head touching his shoulih-r. It made little difference whether t'.ie dance calls were obeyed .after that. Fnlrchild was making up for all the years he had plodded, all the years in which u hnd known noth ing but n slow, grubbing life, living them all ognin and rightly. In the few swift iiiomeuts of a dance. Hie music ended, and laughing they returned tu the side of the hall. Out of the haze he heard words, and knew indistinctly that they were his own: "Will will you dance with me again tonight t" "Selfish '." she chicled. "Rut will you?" For Just a moment her eyes grew aerions. "Did yon ever realize that we've never been introduced?" Fain-Mid wa-H finding more conversa tion than he ever had believed pos sible. "No but I realize that I don't care It you'll forgive It. I believe that Vm a gentleman." "So do I or I wouldn't hnve danced with you." "Then please" 'Tardou me." She had laid a hand on his firm for Just a moment, then harried away. Fairchlld saw that she was approaching young Rodnine, cowling In the background. That per son shut an Mitirry remark at her as she approached and followed it with breaming sentences. Falrchild knew the reason. Jealousy! t'ouples, re-tMn-in. f:cr t dance floor. Jostled jfK T By Courtney Copyright 7 against him, but he did not move. He was waiting waiting for the outcome of the quarrel and In a moment it came. Anita Richmond turned swiftly, her dark eyes ablaze, her pretty lips set and firm. She looked anxiously about her, sighted Falrchild, and then started toward him, while he advanced to meet her. "Yes," was her brief announcement. "I'll dance the next one with you." "And the next after that?" Again: "Selfish I" But Fairchlld did not appear to hear. A third dance and a fourth, while In the Intervals Falrchild's eyes sought out the sulky, sullen form of Maurice Rodaine, flattened agninst the wall eyes evil, mouth a straight line, and the blackness of hate discoloring his face. It was as so much wine to Fair child ; he felt himself really young for the first time In his life. And as the music started again, he once more turned to his companion. Only, however, to halt and whirl and stare In surprise. There had come a shout from the doorway, booming. commanding: "'Ands up, everybody! And quick about it!" Some one langhed and Jabbed his hands Into the air. Another, quickly sensing a staged surprise, followed the example. It was just the finishing touch necessary the old-time hold-up of the old-time dance. The "bandit' strode forward. "Out from be'lnd that bnr! Drop that gun !" he commanded of the whlte- aproned attendant. "Out from that roulette wheel. Everybody line up! Quick and there ain't no time for foolinV Chattering and laughing, they obeyed, the sheriff, nis star gleaming, standing out in front of them all, shiv ering in mock fright, bis hands higher than any one's. The bandit, both re volvers leveled, stepped forward a foot or so, and again ordered speed. A bandannu handkerchief was wrapped about his head, concealing his hair and ears. A mask was over his eyes, sup plemented by another bandanna. which, beginning at the bridge of his nose, flowed over his chin, cutting off all possible chance of recognition. Only a second more be waited, then, with a wave of the guns, shouted his command : "All right, everybody! I'm a decent fellow. Don't want much, but I want It quick ! This 'ere's for the relief of widders and orphans. Make It sudden Each one of you gents step out to the center of the room and leave five dol lars. And step back when you've put it there. Ladies stay where you're at!" Again a laugh. Falrchild turned to his companion, as she nudged him. "There, It's your turx" Out to the center of the floor went Fairchlld the rest of the victims laughing and ihldln; him. Back he came In mock fear, his hands In the air. On down the line went the con tributing men. Then the bandit rushed forward, gathered up the bills and gold pieces, shoved them In his pockets, and whirled toward the door. "The purpose of this 'ere will be in the paper tomorrow," he announced. "And don't you folio me to find out! Back, there!" Two or three laughing men bud started forward, among them a fiddler, who had Joined the line, and who now rushed out In flaunting bravery, brand ishing his violin as though to brain the intruder. Again the command: "Back, fcliere get back!" Then the crowd recoiled. Flashes had come from the masked man's guns, the popping of electric light globes above and the showering of glass tes tifying to the fact that they had con tained something more than mere wad ding. Somewhat dazed, the fiddler con tinued his rush, suddenly to crumple and fall, while men milled and women screamed. A door slammed, the lock clicked, and the crowd rushed for the windows. The holdup had been real after all Instead of a planned. Joking affair. On the floor the fiddler lay gasping and bleeding. And the ban dit was gone. AH In a moment the dance hall seemed to have gone mad. Men were rushing about and shouting; panic stricken women clawed at one another and fought their way toward a free dom they could not gain. Windows crashed as forms hurtled agninst them : screams sounded. Hurriedly, as the crowd massed thicker, Falrchild raised the small form of Anita In his arms and carried ber to a chair, far at one side. "It's all right now,'' he said, calming her. "Everything a over look, they re helping the fiddler to his feet. Maybe he's not badly hurt. Everything's all right" And then he straightened. A. mun had unlocked the door from the out side and bad rushed Into the dance hall, excited, shouting. It was Maurice Rodaine. 'I know who It was," he almost screamed. "I got a good look at hlro Jumped out of the window and almost beaded hlin off. He look off his mask outside and I saw him." "You saw him?" A hundred voices shouted the question at once. "Yes." Then Maurice Rodaine nodded straight toward Robert Falrchild. "The light was good, and 1 got a straight look at htm. He was that fellow's partner a Cornlshuian they call Harry 1" "I don't believe it !" Anita Richmond exclaimed with conviction and clutched at Falrchild's arm. "I don't believe It!" "I can't!" Rolert answered. Then he turned to the accuser. "How could it be possible for Harry to be down here robbing a dance hull when he's out working the mine?" Working the mine?" This time It was the sheriff. "What's the necessity for a day and night shift?" "We agreed upon it yesterday after noon." "At whos suggestion?" Tv T Ryley Cooper Little, Brows Oo. Tm not sure but I think It was mine." "Young fellow," the sheriff had ap proached him now, "you'd better be certain about that. It looks to me that might be a pretty good excuse to give when a man can't produce an alibi. Anyway, the Identification seems pretty complete. Then he turned to the crowd. "I want a couple of good men to go along with me as deputies." "I have a right to go." Falrchild had stepped forward. "Certainly. But not as a deputy. Who wants to volunteer?" Half a dozen men came forward, and from them the sheriff chose two. Falrchild turned to say good-by to Anita. In vain. Already Maurice Ro daine had escorted her, apparently against her will, to a far end of the dance hall, and ther-j was quarreling with her. Falrchild hurried to Join the sheriff and his two deputies. Just starting out of the oance halL Five minutes later they were In a motor car, chugging up Kentucky gulch. Slowly, the motor car fighting against the grade, the trip was ac complished. Then the four men leaped "He Was That' Fellow' Partner." from the machine at the last rise be fore the tunnel was reached and three of them went forward afoot toward where a slight gleam of light came from the mouth of the Blue Poppy. The sheriff took the lead, at last to stop behind a boulder and to shout a command : "Hey you. In there." " 'Ey yourself !" It was Harry's voice. "Come out and be quick about It. Hold your light in front of your face with both hands." "The 'ell I will! And 'oo's talking?" "Sheriff Adams of Clear Creek coun ty. You've got one minute to . come out or I'll shoot," "I'm coming on the run!" And almost instantly the form of Hurry, his acetylene lamp lighting up his bulbous, surprised countenance with Its spraylike mustache, appeared at the mouth of the tunnel. "What the bloody "ell?" he gasped. as he looked into the muzzle of the revolver. From down the mountain side came the shout of one of the dep uties: "Sheriff! Looks like It's him, all right. I've found a horse down here ai: swtated up from running." "That's about the answer." Sher iff Ai'.ams went forward and with a motion of his revolver sent narry's hands Into the air. "Let's see what you've got on you." A light gleamed below as an elec tric flush in the hands of one of the deputies began an Investigation of the surroundings. The sheriff, finishing his search of 'Arry's pockets, stepped back. "Well," he demanded, "what did you do with the proceeds?" "The proceeds?" Harry stared blank ly. "Of what?" "Quit your kidding, now. They've found your horse down there." Wouldn't It be a good Idea " Fair- child had cut in acridly "to save your accusations on this thing until you're a little surer of It? Harry hasn't any horse. If he's rented one, you ought to be able to find that out pretty shortly." As If In answer, the sheriff turned and shouted a question down the I MANY OF US LIKE OLD SIVVASH In Fact, the Majority of Mankind Would Find Loafing to Be an "Awful Grind." "I've farmed for 37 years," said Slwash Siltenbom, "and spent my time at grooming steers and coaxing tardy corn. I'm calloused now on hoof and band and lame in back and mind; I'm weary of my square of land and this eternal grind. It's har row, harness, haul and bitch. It's ham mer, hoe and bay; It's plow, and pull, and pack and pitch, it's pail, and plod, and prayl I've earned my time on Easy street, my day on beds of down, so soon I'll turn my weary feet toward softer timed In town!" So Slwash sold bis ancient land, its stable, stock and sod, and banked In cash, I understand, a fair and tempting wad. He settled In a cozy shack with not a tap to do, except to sally forth and back, and smoke a pipe or two. He gets his mall at ten o'clock, at one, and three, and five, and drones about the price of stock, of honey In the hive. He stops In at the blacksmith shop, the lumber yard and store, to tell the village clerk, or cop, about the days of yore! TT "V PTT mountain side. And back came the answer : "It's Doc Mason's. Must have been stolen. Doc was at the dance." "I guess that settles It." The offi cer reached for his hip pocket- "Stick out your hands, Harry, while I put the cuffs on them." "But W In bloody 'ell ave I been doing anything when I've been up 'ere working on the chlv wheel? 'Ow V "They say you held up the dance tonight and robbed us," Falrchild cut in. Harry's face lost Its surprised look, to give way to a glance of keen questioning. "And do you say It?" "I most certainly do not. The Iden tification was given by that honorable person known as Mr. Maurice Ro daine." "Oh! One thief identifying an other" "Sheriff I" Again the voice from be low. "Yeh I" "We've found a cache down here. Must have been made In a hurry two new revolvers, bullets, a mask, a cou ple of new handkerchiefs and the money." Harry eyes grew wide. Then he stuck out his hands. "The evidence certainly Is piling up!" he grunted. "I might as well save my talking for later." "That's a good idea." The sheriff snapped the handcuffs Into place. Then Fairchlld shut off the pumps and they started toward the machine. Back in Ohadi more news awaited them. Harry, if Harry had been the highwayman, had gone to no expense for his outfit. The combined general store and hardware emporium of Gregg Brothers had been robbed of the articles necessary for a disguise also the revolvers and their bullets. Robert Fairchlld watched Harry placed in the solitary cell of the county Jail with a spirit that could not re spond to the Cornlshman's grin and his assurances that morning would bring a righting of affairs. Four charges hung heavy above him: that i f horse-stealing, of burglary, of high way robbery, and worse, the final as sault with attempt to kill. Falrchild turned wearily away; he could not find the optimism to Join Harry's cheerful announcement that it would be "all right." The appearances were otherwise. Besides, up In the little hospital on the hill. Falrchild had seen lights gleaming as he entered the jail, and he knew that doctors were work ing there over the wounded body of the fiddler. Tired, heavy at heart, his earlier conquest of the night sod den and overshadowed now, he turned away from the cell and Its optimistic occupant out Into the night. It was only a short walk to the hos pital and Fairchlld went there, to leave with at least a ray of hope. The probing operation had been completed ; the fiddler would live, and at least the charge against Harry would not be one of murder. That was a thing for which to be thankful ; but there was plenty to cause consternation, as Fair child walked slowly down the dark, winding street toward the main thor oughfare. Without Harry, Falrchild now felt himself lost. Before the big. genial, eccentric Cornishman had come Into his life, he had believed, with some sort of divine ignorance, that he could carry out his ambitions by ulnlself, with no knowledge of the tech nical details necessary to mining, with no previous history of the Blue Pop py to guide him, and with no help against the enemies who seemed every where. Now he saw that It was im possible. More, the Incidents of the night showed how swiftly those ene mies were working, how sharp and stiletto-like their weapons. That Harry was Innocent was cer tain to Robert Fairchlld. Looking back over it now, he could see bow easily Fate had played into the hands of the Rodaines, if the Ro daines had not possessed a deeper con cern than merely to seize upon a hap pening and turn It to their own ac count. The highwayman was big. The highwayman talked with a "Cousin Jack" accent for all Cornishmen are "Cousin Jacks" in the mining country. Those two features In themselves, Fairchlld thought, as he stumbled along In the darkness, were sufficient to start the scheming plot In the brain of Maurice Rodaine, already ugly and evil through the trick played by Harry on his father and the rebuke that had come from Anita Richmond. It was an easy matter for him to get the in spiration, leap out of the window, and then wait until the robber had gone, that he might flare forth with his accusation. And after that . Either Chance, or something strong er, had done the rest. The finding of the stolen horse and the carelessly "That was the life!" he tells them all. "Twas busy, full and free; 'twas pep and go both spring and fall It was the life for me! There's nothing like the farm, I swear, the pumpkins and the pens, the kicking colts and brlndle mare, the meadows and the liens! Search this old globe from bead to heel no better Job you'll find but this old aimless loafing deal is sure on awful grind!" J, E. Tufl" In Farm Life. Faint Praiss. Two youths had attended service In a church on the west side the pastor of which bears the reputation of being both learned and eloquent. The Wom an happened to come out Just behind them and caught this: "What did you think of him?" Inquired one of : em In a cheery, hopeful tone the "him" referred to being the pas. or. Tor answer the other cost one disapprov ing look at his friend and dug his hands into bis pockets. Whereupon bis companion hastened to explain: "Well, of course, be reads his ser mons and his delivery is poor, but gee ! It takes nerve to be a preacher !" Chicago Journal, made cache near the mouth of the Blue Poppy mine would be pnfficient In the eyes of any Jury. The evidence was both direct and circumstantial. To Falrchild's mind, there wim small chance for escape by Harry, once his case went to trial. Down me dark street the man wan dered, his hands sunk deep In his pockets, his head low between his shoulders only to suddenly galvanize Into Intensity, and to stop short that he might hear again the voice which had come to him. At one side was a big house a house whose occupants he knew instinctively, for he had seen the shadow of a woman, hands out stretched, as she passed the light- strewn shade of a window on the sec ond floor. More, he had heard her voice, supplemented by gruffer tones. And then It came again. It was pleading, and at the same time angered with the passion of a person approaching hysteria. A bark ing sentence answered her, something that Falrchild could not understand. He left the old board sidewalk and crept to the porch that he might hear the better. Then every nerve within him Jangled, and the black of the dark ness changed to red. The Rodaines were within; he had heard first the cold voice of the father, then the rasp ing tones of the son, In upbraiding. More, there had come the sobbing of a woman; Instinctively Fairchlld knew that It was Anita Richmond. And then: It was her voice, high, screaming, Hysteria had come the wild, racking hysteria of a person driven to the breaking point: "Leave this house hear me ! Leave this house! Can't you see that you're killing him? Don't you dare touch m leave this house! No I won't b quiet I won't you're killing him, I tell you!" And Falrchild waited for nothing more. A lunge, and he was on the veranda. One more spring and he had reached the door, to find it un locked, to throw It wide and to leap Into the hall. Great steps, and he had cleared the stairs to the second floor. Dimly, as through a red screen. Fair- child saw the frightened face of Anita Richmond, and on the landing, front ing him angrily, stood the two Ro daines. For a moment, Falrchild dis regarded them and turned to the sob bing, disheveled little being In the doorway. "What's happened?" "They were threatening me and father!" she moaned. "But you shouldn't have come in you shouldn't have " "I heard you scream. I couldn't help It I heard you say they were killing your father " The girl looked anxiously toward an Inner room, where Falrchild could see faintly the still figure of a man out lined under the covers of an old fashioned four-poster. "They they got him excited. He had another stroke. I I couldn't stand It any longer." "You'd better get out," said Fair- child curtly to the Rodaines, with a suggestive motion toward the stairs. They hesitated a moment and Maurice seemed about to launch himself at Robert, but his father laid a restrain ing hand on bis arm. A step and the elder Rodaine hesitated. "I'm only going because of your father," he said gruffly, with a glance toward Anita. "I'm not going be cause " "Oh, I know. Mr. Fairchlld shouldn't have come in here. He shouldn't have done It. I'm sorry please go." Down the steps they went, the old er man with his hand still on his son's arm ; while, white-faced, Fairchild awaited Anita, who hnd suddenly sped past him into the slek-j-ooui, then wsi.s wearily returning. "Can I help you?" he asked at last. "Yes," came her rather cold answer, only to be followed by t quickly whis pered "Forgive me." And then the "They Were Threatening Me and Father!" tones became loudei- so that they could be heard at the bottom of the stairs: "You can help me greatly simply by going and not creating any more of a disturbance." "But" "Please go," came the direct answer. "And please do not vent your spite on Mr. Rodaine and his son. I'm sure that they will act like gentlemen If you will. You shouldn't have rushed In here." "I heard you screaming, .Miss Rich mond." "I know," came her answer, as Icily as ever. Then the door downstairs closed and the sound of steps came on the veranda. She leaned close to him. "I had to say that," camo her whis pered words. 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