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N0 ALTRUIST. Esther McLean brought the after- noon mail in to Cunningham. She put It on the desk before him and stood waiting, timidly, afraid to voice he‘: demand for justice, yet too desperate- 1y _:_1nxious to leave with it unqukeli. ' He leaned baicvk in éxlrivefchahk his cold eyes challenging her. “Well, he barked harshly. She was a young, soft creature, very pretty in a kittenish fashion, both sensuous and helpless. It was an easy guess that unless fortune stood her friend she was a predestined victim to the world’s selfish love of pleasure. And fortune, with a cynical smile, had William MacLeod Raine was born in London, England, in 1871, of Scottish parentage. At the age of eleven he moved to the United States where his father owned a sawmill and a cattle ranch. After graduating from Oberlin College in 1894 he went to Seattle, from which place he moved after a few years to Denver, Colorado, where- he married and took up newspaper work and short- story writing. “Tangled Trails" is a detective story of excep- tional merit. always satisfy the l'zousendfb Tamgfiad Tméég Surpagging SEALED PACKET S ONLY BVERYWHERBINCANADA ASK FOR THEN BY NAMB ISSL MATCHES CHAPTER I. all others in Delicacy and Fragrance. 511905 team 115%.- you 57111!de (Copyright S’Y WILLIAM “No. Not till I get good and ready. I’ve told you I’d look out for you if you’d keep still. Don’t come whining at me. I won’t have it.” ((But_’7 Already he was ripping letters open and glancing over them. Tears abrimmed the brown eyes of the girl. lShe bit her lower lip, choked back a sob, ‘and turned hopelessly away. Her misfortune lay at her own door. She knew that. Butâ€" The woe in her heart was that the man she had loved was leaving her to face alone a night as bleak as death. flm “Spit it out," he'ordered curtly. “I’ve got to do something. . . soon. VVon’t youâ€"won’t youâ€"-" There was a wail of despair in the unfinished sentence. James Cunninghamuwas a grim, gray pirate, as malleable as cast irpn and as soft. He was a large. big- knc boned man, aggressive, dominant, the kind that takes the world by the throat and shakes success from it. The con- tour of his hook-nosed face had some- thing rapacions written on it. A poker game was on at the club and Cunningham sat in. He inter- rupted it to dine, holding his seat by leaving a pile of chips at the place. When he cashed in his Winnings and went downstairs it was still early. As a card~player he was not popular. He was too keen on the main chance and he nearly always won. In spite of his loud and frequent laugh, of the effect of bluff geniality, there was no Cunningham had always led a of intelligent selfishness. He had ally got what he wanted becaus ally got what he wanted because he was strong enough to take it. No scru- pulous nicety of means had ever de- terred him. Nor ever would. He played his own hand with a cynical disregard of the rights of others. It was this that had made him what he was, a man who bulked large in the sight of the city and state. Long ago he had made up his mind that altiiu- ism was weakness. He went through his mail with a swift, trained eye. One of the letters he laid aside and glanced at a second time. It brought a grim, hard smile to his lips. A paragraph read: There’s no water in your ditch and our crops are burning up. Your whole irrigation system in Dry Valley is a fake. You knew it, but we didn’t. You’ve skinned us out of all we had, you damned bloodsucker. If you ever come up here we’ll dry-gulch you, sure. The letter was signed, “One You Have Robbed.” Attached to it was a clipping from a small-town paper tell- ing of a meeting of farmers to ask the United States Distrjct Attorney for The promoter smiled. He was not afraid of the Government. He had kept strictly within the law. It was not his fault there was not enough rainfall in the watershed to irrigate the 'valley. But the threat to dryâ€" g'ulch him was another matter. He had no fancy for being shot in the back. Some crazy fool of a settler might do just that. He decidedlto let He dictated some letters, closed his desk, and went down the street to- ward the City Club. At a florist’s he stopped and ordered a box of Amer- ican Beauties to be sent to Miss Phyl- lis Harriman. With these be enclosed his card, a line of greeting scrawled on it. an inyestig‘ation of they ‘i: rigatxon project promoted by James Cunningham. an' agenf attend to his Dry Valley affairs hereafter. 1i her All ikerchicf iY 5106 M EVERY LEAF PURE 33‘ OD RAIN 'ays led a life He had usu- H282 There came a soft thud of a hard fist on fat flesh, the crash of a heavy bulk against the door. After that things moved fast. Hull’s body re- acted to the pain of smashing blows falling swift and sure. Before he knew what had taken place he was on ;the landing outside on his way to the stairs. He hit the treads hard and rolled on down. Tiny red capillaries seamed the face of the fat man. “An’ I told you I was gonna have a divvy. An’ I am. You can’t throw down Cass Hull an’ {jEt away with it. Not none.” The shallow protuberant eyes gl‘ittered threatenâ€" ingly. “Thought you knew me better,” Cunningham retorted contemptuously. “When I I won’t, I won’t. Go to a lawyer Sigma think you’ve got a case. Don’t come bglly-aching to me.” over the collar. “You know damn well what I want. I want what’s comin’ to me. My share of the Dry Valley clean-up. An’ I’m gonna have it. See?” The face of the fat man was apo- plectic. “Like sin I’ll go to a lawyer. You’d like that fine, you double- crossin’ Sidewinder. I’ll come with a six-gun. That’s how I’ll come. An’ soon. I’ll give you two days to come through. Two days. If you don’tâ€" hell sure enough W'illr cough.” “You've had every I told you that before Whatever else could b; said about Cunningham be was no coward. He me_.t_ the yaving man eye to eye. “I don’t scare worth a cent, Hull. Get out. Pronto. And don’t come back unless you want me *0 turn you over to the polic_e for a blackmailing crook.” astonished me. It may be only a coin- cidence of names, butâ€"” “Now you’ve wrapped up the black- jack so that it won’t hurt, suppose you go ahead and hit me ove: the head with it,” suggested Cunningham dryly. r Cunningham was past \lifty-five and his hair was streaked with gray. But he stood straight as an Indian. six feet in his socks. The sap of strength still rang strong in him. In the days when he had ridden the range he had been famous for his stamina and he was even yet a formid- able two-fisted fighter. But Hull was beyond prudence. “I’ll go when I get ready, an’ I’ll come back when I get ready,” he boasted. ten by the $3] with two OH in the same 1 A man coming upstairs helped him to his feet. “What’s up?” the man asked. Hull glared at him, for the mo- ment speechless. His eyes were veno- mous, his mouth a thin, cruel slit. He The lawyer promoter too feeling other in narrowed and a clench( cles stood on He 1m 10w w Minard’s Liniment for Dandruff here he lived 111111 The u d t! Th {he I t the From Jnni he lawyer knew he was dismiss‘ nningham paced the room for moments, then rang for a m‘ 31'. He wrote a note and gave .e boy to be delivgred. Then the club. Hun Ished past at you wan gham curt] man thrust A heavy yer told what he I( took it with no ev 1er than that whic 'ed eyes hard as ched jaw in which out like ropes. )bliged he come e. He 5 nteenth past him into ‘oom >ane: er bac} Jilding. mg: aim 1T ; his bull neck for- roll of fat swelled “You know damn It. I want what’s Ith cent you’ll get. rvant he share Iors who live the n( Hull. 113 :et he w: Apartn‘ a note 1 on the ‘ nnc 'be " perhax other tim een V I‘l ew promoter he room. lemanded he saii xsmlssod lat T} amondr IO mus aSIde 1H man it he pushed the newcomer aside, opened the door of the‘ apartment opposite, went in, and slzimmed it after him. The man who assisted him to rise was dark and immaculately dressed. “I judge Uncle James has been ex- ercising," he murmured before he took the next flight of stairs. 0n the door of apartment 12 was a legend in Old English engraved on a calling card. It said: “Sit down.” The young Beau Brummel hung up his hat and cane, sank into the easiest chair in the room, and selected a cig- arette from a goldâ€"initialed case. “At Your service, sir,” he said languid y. The you glanced :11 his sparkl devil did J he had sai lar signifi‘ He strok “Glad to ( sir.” HUN» AA“ Most of us would be a bit happier and possibly more useful if we could sprout a few new ideas in our intel- lectual garden. pus Ridge, who is blessed with four- teen children and usuain has from one to seven of his wife’s hungry kins- folk visiting him “buit I held off getting married for quite a. spell, b’cuz I was afeared I couldn't stand the monotony of having to live with one person all my life." The Bride: “What! to smoke?" 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