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The Herald, 1910-04-01, Page 7When he discovered that there was no train, that it might be a matter of a day or two ere it reached Hadley, and, in fact, might not come through any further than Spokane, his intense terror and annoyance knew no bounds. "lf we are to have a through train at all," said the ticket seller, "it will be pn Wednesday night at this time; this is Monday night; the chances look fav- orable to me. for it is getting warmer, and that means a thaw, and if that oc- curs the Eastern express will have little trouble in making headway. I think I can promise you will have little diffi- culty in getting off Wednesday night." "1 am caught like a rat in a trap," thought Carlisle, wildly, "there is no escape from this accursed place' But one course presented itself to his mind, and that was not to go back to Barrison Hall, thereby arousing the sus- picion of Florice Austin, but to remain in hiding in the mountains until the great battle between the villagers and the Pawnees was well over, then watch out for the Eastern express, which was bound to come through sooner or later. Clifford Carlisle had a natural horror of all hardships; camping out, as he proposed to do, was most horrible to but he saw no other way out of the difficulty which hedged him in. With cunning foresight he made his way back to the village, and there pur- chased a stock of supplies which should last him far beyond the time for the train to arrive. He had little fear of the weather, for his heavy seal kin. overcoat would amply protect him. At the juncture of the mountain road and the road to Hadley there was a deep hollow in a. pile of rocks, which he had discovered during his ramblings quite by chance. This place had served him well on several occasions when he had been forced to find a retreat quick- ly.Neither the villagers nor the Pawnees seemed to know of its existence, he soon discovered, and therefore in it he felt safe from both alike. With Clifford Carlisle, his own safety was of the utmost importance to him; he would never face danger when thorn was away to avoid it. Therefore he hied himself to his place of concealment with all possible despatch. Thus that night passed, as did the fol- lowing, and as there was as yet no sign of the encounter which the half-breed bad. spoken to him about, it dawned upon him that the Pawnees were waiting for him to join them. Ho realized, too, that the half-breed was probably searching for him, furious over the delay he was causing in their plans. He knew, too, that if he fell into their hands after that length of time they would be pretty apt to wreak their vengeance upon him. From his place of concealment he knew that he oould easily reach the de- pot when ho heard the welcome whistle of the locomotive from afar off. Ile was well enough acquainted with the Pawnees to know that they would p,of attempt to interfere with the train, los they stood too much in fear of the lag, puffing engines, that had once upon a time swept over a score of them who refused to stand off from the track as it approached. He knew that Florice Austin must have di'o-ered ere this that he had not caught the train; but, as he had not returned to Barrison Hall, no doubt she eupposed he must have gone over to Spokane to try to get a train from ere. Thue he settled the matter and dis- missed the subject from his thoughts. There was only one thing that troubled ,his conscience, and that was the fate little Norine had met with at the hands of Cliowaky. During the lonely hours ho spent in. his place of concealment he could think of nothing else. In those hours he learned a startling truth, and that was, that he cared for Norine—ay, cared for her a thousand tines more than he had dreamed pos- sible that he could ever care for anyone save himself. The eventful Wednesday night rolled around, and Clifford Caxlisle waited with all the impatience ianaginable for the welcome whistle of the train. He Was glad to think that it would come and go ere the raid of the Pawnees would take place; perhaps that was the very thing that they were waiting for. He wondered that that solution of the mystery had not 000urred to him before; the Pawnees would rot put their rad against the villagers into eneeutien until alter that train load gone, if it ware a month. While these tthoughia were drifting ethrough his nand, quite a thrilling scene :wasbeim enacted less tha.n half a mile Along rine faon. the shot where he wee so securely oonaeoted--•.a scene in wtich Moline and Jae--hones't, faithful Joe—were the ac- tors, Although so near freedom, they had been unable to venture from tbak place of coneeaeluseant ere darkness fell ispon them, owing to the roving bands of Pawnees than passed their hiding place from time to Maio. When at length they did ventnre forth, they were too late to encounter any of the stages going either way. It was with a feeling of joy at their heaa't tiset can better be realized than described wheni their feet struck into the mountain rowed at last. "Our worst danger is over now, tittle Norine," muarniured Joe. "We shall have to walk al lthe way into Hadley, but that will be only a little over a:mile from that bend in the road you see yon- der." Norine could have cried aloud for very joy, but Joe was strangely silent; when his oompainon rallied him upon it, he evade her evasive answers. How could be tell bar the fear that was weighing down hie heart so heavily— that, eavily•that, of Choweky's threat was true, there was no village and no l;;ndred for them to return to. If the Pawnees hm.d cabled out the half-breed's threat, Han- ley was now lying in aches, and every man, woman and child in the villige wane wanssacred! No, no, he dialed not tell Norine of the brooding fear that lay like a dark pati over his troubled heart. He thank- ed heaven that he would be with, her When she entered the village. But—ah, mel—how strangely the wis- est and best laid plans miscarry. How little Joe knew what the asxt moment NVm s to bring forth. So deeply was he engrossed with his own thoughts that (for a brief instant he forgot to wattoh the tame:herons road before him, walking, as they were, in the dense shadow of the trees; the re- sult was he made a. misstep and fell headlong to the ground. He dad not rise quickly to his feet as Norine supposed he would do, and when slue reached his side and bent over him a moan of intense pain, which be vainly endeavored to represa, broke from his lips "Oh, Joel Joel what is the matter? Are you hurt?" piteously cried Norine, thatowieg luereelf down on her knees be - aide him. "I am afraid I I have sprained my amniote," he whispered; "but it is nothing, Norine, nothing." "Nothing!" exclaimed the girl in the greekest terror. "Oh, Joe! haw can you walk and furnisher if --if your ankle is sprained?" He took her trembling hand in his. "I oma. afraid I cannot, little ons," be said, with almost a sob in his votes, "but let me tell you what you must do, Nor ine You must go on to the village without me. Tell tduem, if you find any one, what hats happened me; if you can get no one to—to oome to ma, come book yourself, little Norine." She was too excited to notice how serangedy his sentence was worded then, but it all came back to her affterwurd. In vain she begged. to stay by him, but Joe made her undterstsmd, presently that the plan he suggested was best, and the only feasible one. So, ;hying hew tears, Norine set off bravely on her mission bo summon assistance for him. Joe was /suffering far snore than he had intimated to Norine; the world seemed to grow dark around him; he feared his Inert hour had come—that he was dying. alfeainenhihe Norine sped rapidly on - vowed, s'w'iftly nearing the bend in the road wise're were the huge pile of rooke that oho had regarded so cwrio•ualy many and many a time. At last eke was abreast of them, and then suddenly in the cleas, bright moonlight she saw a dark figure. The next instant Norine had fallen senseless in the path, and knew no swore. s iCUR e IPI th Mgliles You can painlessly reeiova any corn, gear hard, soft or bleeding, i.v applying i'ut:nowt, yarn Extraowr. it never earth, leaves no vier, contains no aeidss; is harmless beca.nse eonipoeeii only of healing gums and balms. Fifty ye re le use, Cure guaranteed. tale oy all $ellist isle 25c. bottles. Refuse substitutes. PUTNA11/3'S PA1NL. T. SS CORN EXTRACTOR screech of the eastwardebounci express whistle, resounding far over the plains and dying away over the .mountain. "The train at last. he cried, with wild enthusiasm. "Come, Norinel" he cried, eatshinethe slight figure up in his stalwart arras. "I haven't time to attempt to restore you to consciousness now; when next you open your bonny eyes, it will be far away from Hadley." Louder and more shrill sounded the whistle of the far-off train, as it thun- dered over the frozen rails. Clifford Carlisle knew that it would reach the station now quite as soon as he could; he had not one moment to lose.. Down the mountain road he ran swiftly, though the burden. which he car- ried was no light one. For a moment he paused to see if the coast was clear; he had no wish to en- counter anyone, for take Norine aboard of that train he would, he told himself, no matter what occurred; but he trusted to: the darkness and the excitement to escape attention. He more than suspected that Florice Austin would take that identical train, but it would be a very easy matter for him to • come in contact with her by boarding a different car. He would not buy an extra ticket for Norine, thus being obliged to step up to the ticket seller's window, but would pay for her on the train. Thus he settled the difficulties of the carrying out of his dastardly scheme, one by one, as they presented themselves. Reaching the depot, he cautiously crept around to the other side of the puffing train, and was just about to board it with the still unconsci sus figure of Norine clasped closely in his arms, when a heavy hand was laid on his shoul- der and a deep, husky voice, trembling with mighty passion, exclaimed, hoarsely: "So I have caught you at last, my fine fellow! What or whom have you there ?" Before he could collect himself to utter a word, or, in fact, to gather his scattered senses, he was hurled backward by a heavy blow and the girl. grasped from his hold. The instant he had heard the voice, even ere he had beheld his face, he knew that he was standing face to face with Daniel Gordon—Norine's grandfather— and that he need expect little mercy from him. As Mr. Gordon spoke he threw off the heavy cloak which was wrapped about the slender form and held a lantern down close to her face. "Yes, it is Norine-my little Marine!" he cried, with intense !t�ans./,t; "and she is dead! Great feed.- my little Norine is dead!" he wailed. . "She has only fainted," responded Clifford Carlisle, coolly, adding: "Now that she has passed—even though forci- bly—from my care to yours, I leave her to you." He was about to spring upon the train, but, quick as a flash, the sturdy old man intercepted hire. "Stop l" thundered the old blacksmith in a voice which made Clifford Carlisle's heart quail in spite of his nonchalent bravado. "Norine has been away from our home two days. Have you made the girl your wife?" "She has not been—" ealq patio „lou so sok —ata eenssuy„ exasperated old man, grasping Carlisle by the throat and hold him there is a grasp of steel. "Is Norine your wife, or not f' "No!" spluttered Carlisle, struggling furiously to free himself from that her- culean hold, and at the same time re- cover his breath, which his antagonist was nearly shaking out of his body. "Then you don't board this train to- night!" roared Daniel Gordon. "You shall come back to the village with me, and there answer me for what you have done." In vain Clifford Carlisle attempted to expostulate; he might as well have en- deavored to reason with an enraged lion of the forest. Daniel Gordon did not even hear him. The heart almost stood still in Ciif-. ford's bosom when another voice fell upon his ear—the voice of Florice Austin, crying: "I am convinced beyond all doubt now of this man's duplicity; he was fleeing with another. Now he shall feel the vengeance of the woman whom he was duping. Bring him back to the village, good Mr. Gordon. It will be my turn when you have done with him." "Florioel" exclaimed Clifford Carlisle,. in intense agitation; "I can explain all this to your satisfaction if you will but allow me to do so --if you will only CHAPTER XXXVI. Norine heel made the fatal mistake of believing the dark figure which sudeleri- ly doomed up hectare her to be a Pawnee, while in matter of fact it was krona oth- er than (iliifila d Caslaslo. He had ventured forth from his place of concealment to ate -etch itis cramped ldanlbe, and the first object he beheld was a weal= hurrying down the mountain ptutah One glance, and en exclamation of the -moat intense amazement broloo from his astonished: ligan: "Norine, by all that's won,clemful!" He instantly divined that site had just made her escape from the Plawmaea. "Well, now, dif this isn't e. piece of luck!" he ejaculated, springing toward her, his hnndisomus, evil face dd .,, ting up with delight. "Nevin will be just in time to talcs the train with m es.h Before he had time to call to her, hes saw her dealt quickly, then drop sudden - ley down in the path. "Confound it1" he unuttered. "Slue has fainted, z do believe." As Boom, as he reached her side he found that his surmise eunise weir conreot. "Of course, I frightened hero, im mut- tered. "1 ouuppose it is little wonder. A lsreitty fix I would be in, to ire sure, if thus train came along seionenese. By George! there's luck le this opportune encounter. Norine is far too'beautiful'to pass the rest of her days on these wild western plains. 1'11 trans- plant her to the gay metropolis, and 1'11 Warrant there won't be a beauty in Gotham who. Can compare with my little western wild flower. But here hie soliloquy was suddenly cut short by the loud, shrill, earsplitting w., lista» fu;' ouu n cn:eut to my :dile of the story." .she naught^•1 a hard, bitter leu•'h. "What my e rs leshril, that 1 •;Wl 1,c 11. -c!" 0!" silo cried. "� ti on:t In t1ie iL fool <'l' Florice no longer. Lilts n, every. )eel,":" ;the cried, aide, her yoke to a. s^1••111. hr;; i k;1 "1 denounce Clifford Carlisle as the wort rf frauds) 1 Row. hien faire lfrs 1,+trrieon, on her death- bed, to sign that will which Ise offers to the world as theNeriine article. My price of silence wos that he should make me his wife, sharing with me the ill- gotten fortune. Ay, and worse! •11e sys- tematically swindled the old lady nut of money for years. pretending that he invested it in a gold aninc for her in Arizona, but the gold mine had no ex- could make to supply variety and istnnce save in his own brain. Ay! and ehanges of diet would induce her to his rascality Bops not even end tlirre," take comfortable meals. I never saw she went on, with growing rage; "our a girl tire out so quickly—she had noth- han'l.souie. dapper gentleman is a high- ire, to fall back upon, no resistance at waynsan as well!" 1 a "Florice!" cried Clifford Carlisle, livill with terror, "you are mad! Say no more, if you expect me to fulfil my pledge of marrying you. Yon will bit- terly rue all these tales you are telling about me. Can you not realize that? I never thought that it would be you who would try to ruin me." Again she,laughed that horrible, bitter laugh that made the blood run cold in his veins as he answered: "Marry you! Why, I would as soon think of throwing myself before this train. T shall never marry a rnan who would deceive ine---ay! and willfully de- sert ane for another. I can hate a thou- sandfold more bitterly than I can love, and this I say to yon, Clifford Carlisle:' I am your mortal foe, and all I want is revenge—and I have it in this hour, "It was he," she wildly continued, "who made away with the young express agent for the money he had with him. I was an eyewitness to it; I followed him that night because I was suspicious that he intended visiting some village maid, and I repeat that I witnessed the rob- bery and the tragedy. The effect of those words on the crowd which had gathered was electrical, they would have hanged him to the nearest tree but for the stern decision of Daniel Gordon that he must be taken to the village and the truth of the wo- man's assertions clearly proved. This was accordingly done, a jerring crowd following. It was not until Norine was taken to the town hall and they had worked over her for some time that consciuusnees was restored to her.. Who shall attempt to describe the excitement that followed when she told of the safety •of Joe Brainard from death, but of the accident he had met with, and that he lay on the mountain road in the greatest pain awaiting help, which was despatched to him without an instant's delay. • Norine was as much amazed as any of them when she was told of the at- tempted abduction, and :she thanked Heaven indeed for the timely interfer- ence through which she had been so mercifully saved. Finding that fate had closed in around ,him, and his wicked career was brought to an untimely end, Clifford Carlisle con- fessed everything from the forging of the Barrison will to the attempt to make away with the young express agent—for the thirty thousand dollars in cash which he had about him—and promising to make full restitution if they would but set hint free and let him go his way. It was Joe who pleaded for the man who tried his best to be his slayer. "All is well that ends well," said Joe, "and since little Norine hos prom- ised to marry me at once, I can feel no resentment against even this anan. I say, let him go, if he will promise nev- er to come near the wes.ern plains again." Very reluctantly the villagers conoent- ed, and a hooting, jeering men followed the dandy of other days to the train to see him safely away from their locality. Foremost among them was Florice Austin, and her face was the last be saw as he crept aboard the train and the ex- press moved eastward toward the ris- ing sun. Norine kept faithfully her promise to Joe. In the hours of her peril she had learned his true worth, and that his was a heart of gold—not one of tinsel. And the love that awakened in her heart for noble, heroic Joe. she knew to be the true love of her soul, and she re- alized that it had been only the glamor of infatuation which she had experienc- ed for the handsome, debonair stranger who had come into their midst. The amazement of Norine on learning of the relationship between Mrs. Barri- son, the deceased, and herself was great —and greater still was her surprise to find herself the possessor of the great• wealth that was hers through her pour young mother who had been so cruelly disinherited long years ago. Daniel Gordon lived long enough. as did his good old wife, to see their darl- ing wedded to the man of their choice, and it is safe to say that not a jollier wedding ever took place in the far west. Soon after Joe purchased the Great Bear Gold. Mine for Norine, and to -day you read in the daily papers of our little heroine being worth many minions; and you alae read how good she is to the poor, how beautiful she is, how loved and admired --nay, idolized—by all with whom she comes in contact; and, know- ing her as you do, dear reader, you do not wonder at it, knowing how you have come to love her yourself, frons the first moment you caw those dear, dainty lit- tle hands accomplish the wonderful feat of fashioning a real horseshoe. There was never a more adoring hus- band than Joe; but while he clasps `hie dearly -won darling in his arms, strain- ing her to his heart as he covers her blushing face with kisses, he s>ghispers; teasingly, ofttimea: "They say you were false, but I still believed you true; your're any own bon- ny, sweet Norine " THE END. It is impossible to make a without breaking an old one. 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