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VOL. XXXVIII. NO. 39.
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CHICAGO,
s
SATURDAY,
ILL., SEPTEMBER 24,
1910.
> “THE WITHERED: HARD,’ A STRARGE-AND THRILLING STORY, NEXT WEEK.
DOULTON AT SEA,” IT 1S A REMARKABLY GOOD ONE.
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[copyright 1910 ‘by W.D. Boyce Col
CHA Lee
© DHE MOUNTAINEER'S DAUGHTER.
LUE, mountains against
gold and crim
Sky, foliage rich with the wor-
ge i fa W
ag the Ae ead moved slowly up the moun-
tain
st one ure was an artistic one and
ot nature always appeal led to hin,
orgotten as his
large,
+ ing oddly, but charmingly, with the:
+ contrasting kt aaa sere E
ohn Byrd, Harold’s compan
: ine Tittle darky, who had raccompanied them
from Strasburg, the ne: “town, dropped
the lines upon his lap to valgnity that they
d their destination.
for the
/ “ Esther, the
By Emma Howard Wight eed
oid experi
surprise and reli
ounted
i The x
wl peculiar t:
fps. a smile that cau
at her bea
He and John
buggy an
rittes, suit cases
he girl) tur
hon se, returning ina
of glass of cider and some codktes for
be gatem nent of Pete.
‘0 young men
“ wepleage to walk into
ell be along presently.
Harold walked slowly through the sm
front door of the log house,
yard to the
res, saat is Hite Dorn’s house,’
© was low and sweet an
strangely refined,
Mountaim
leaving his friend to recompense the ex-
ectant Pete for his services as driver and
enced a sensation both of guide.
lief, though he could hardly
the jatter “sensation.
"the girl
Upon entering the house, Harold found
himself in what wa
With-just a touch of the
‘othe dwellers in the moun-
charm,
Dorn's house,” de- The ri
n“ag-
mipmen heah what war
Ain't dat so, as: a rough dresser
» Pete," the girl replied, with tle on
fireplace com-
sed Harold to wonder anew
room. In front
o which several big logs
Byrd had gotten out of the were spread a magnificent
@ gathering
and o}
ned and passed
few. moments with a
the re-
@ then turned to the
‘The one smail window faced the west and
e Foom was filled with a red glow from
the setting
Harold was standing | looking about him
w hen J John Byrd e:
s like we mi ght ‘be pretty comfort-
able OD “nere on the mountain the latter
exclaimed, as he gave a glance about
the room. nd, no doubt, “we shall have
rare sport.”
and 3
‘the house, dad ain't
nal
Beauty
“It will Indeed be rare sport if we cun
Succeed in carrying away With us such a
rophy as Ania.” declared: Harold, a3 he
a smile, ‘0 the bearskin at
e
“You're right about that!” John Byrd ac-
quiesced,
es, she is very beau’
Plea, rather quietly,
Young men presented a striki
rat ” rola re-
ing:
contrast as they stood together in the low=
ceiled ro: Byrd was a thin, wiry-
looking vowing fellow, with a a shrewd, plain
face. Varren was very ndsome,
Gtaihtetic b build, with a Mond patrician face
hat was singularly attractive,
Harold went and stood by the window:
‘he red glow from the setting sun had
faded from the Foo! oom. leaving it fire- sightes
The toj antain: was bathed in a
glow of golden light. while the gray pall of
twilight Be ereavily upon the spot where
the log house stoo
Harold watched thoughtfully the shadews = ~~
creeping the aan until they blot-
ted out the golden li
reckon you all cee Srungry?
Harold turned quickly from the window
at the sound of the low, ie
girl had entered the room
I must admit the s
ment,” he said.
culated te give
oft impeach:
“This mountain alr is c
one an appetit
girt de-
RE nate what
ad's comin”
vidently the hitchen.
now.”
As She reappeared
in a few, moments.
