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BEGIN HERE TODAY In a convict ganr toiling on a road on the outskirts of Walla Walla is BEN DARBY', serving a five-year sentence for robbery committed while a victim of amnesia due to wounds received in the war. A chance meeting with EZRA MELVILLE, an old friends of thp prisoner, results in recognition. Melville pleads with GOVERNOR McNAMARA to have the prisoner examined. The memtal test is made by FOREST, a noted alienist of Seattle A small box is brought forth and Darby remembers its contents, the Victoria cross given him to- valor in the war GO ON WITH THE STORY M'NAMARA focused an Intent graze on Ben. then on the alien-1 ist. “It is, then —as you guessed.” “Absolutely. The night of his arrest marked the end of his trouble;; you might say that his brain simply, snapped back into health and began to function normally again, after a period of temporary mania from shell- j shock. In other words, he has been slowly convalescing since that night; under the proper stimuli I have no | doubt that everything would come hack to him." “And our friend here—Melville—offers to supply those stimuli.” “Exactly. And It’s up to you to say whether he gets a chance.” Thoughtfully the executive drummed his desk with his pencil. Presently a smile, markedly boyish and pleasant, broke over his face. He turned slowly in his chair. “Darby, I suppose you followed what the doctor said?" he asked easily. “Fairly well, I think." “I’ll review it, if I may. It seems, Ben, that you have been the victim of a strange set of unfortunate circumstances. Due to the efforts of an. old family friend we've looked up your record. You served in France ■with Canadian troops and there you won among other honors the highest honor that the Government of England can award a hero. There you were shellshocked, In the last months of the war. I I !•: l i iis “SO YOU NEEDN’T RETURN TO WALLA WALLA, DARBY, I’M GOING TO PAROLE YOU.” “This good friend of yours has a plan outlined that he’ll tell you of later, that will not only be the best possible influence toward recalling your memory, but will also give you a clean, new start in life. “So you needn’t return to Walla Walla, Darby. I’m going to parole you—under the charge of your benefactor. Melville, from now on it’s up to you." CHAPTER II Hiram Melville’s Will There was .a. great house-leaning in the dome of the heavens one re-

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markable night that flashed like a jewel from the murky desolation of a rainy spring. The Seattle citizenry, for the first time in some weeks, recalled the existence of the stars. A magnificent moon rose in the East, too big and to obright to compete with. No living creature who saw it remained wholly -unmoved by it. But to no one in the city was the influence of the moon more potent than to Ben Darby, once known as “Wolf” Darby through certain farspreading districts, and now newly come from the State capital, walking Seattle’s streets with sis ward and benefactor, Ezra Melville. Forest had given over the case; it was Melville’s time for experiments tonight. All the way out he had watched his patient, sounding him. studying his reactions; and all that he had beheld had gone to strengthen his own convictions. f “I don’t see any harm in tellin’ you that the guesses you’ve already made are right. Your name is Ben Darby—and you used to be known rs ‘Wolf Darby—for reasons that j sooner or later you may know. Abner Darby was your father. Edith Darby was your sister that ain’t no more. You went awhile to Mac Lean’s College in Ontario. “Now, Ben, I’m going to put a proposition up to you. I’m hoping you’ll see fit to accept it. I don’t j see it makes a whale of a lot of difference whether you get your memory back or “The reason I’m goin’ to take you where I’m goin’ to take you is for your own good.” “I’m willing to take your word for that, Mr. Melville.” Ben Interposed quietly. “And I might say. now’s as good a time as any, to let up on the Mister.’ My name is Ezra Melville, and I’ve been known as ‘Ezram’ as long as I can remember, to my friends. The Darbys in particular called me that, and you’re a Darby. "I’ll say in the beginning I can’t do for you all I’d like to do. simply be ; cause I haven't the means. On this j expedition to come we’ll have to go on the cheaps. No Pullmans, no hotels —sleeping out in the hay when we're caught out at night.” Ben tried to cut in to ask questions, but the old man's words swept his own away. “To begin at the beginning, I've got a brother —leastwise I had him a few weeks ago—Hiram Melville by name.” Ezram went on. “He was a prospector up in a place called Snowy Gulch—a town way up in the Caribou Mountains in Canada. Some weeks ago I got a letter from him. The letter's right here. “I'm mighty glad that I've got some thing, at least worth lookin’ into, to let you in on. I only wish it was more.” “Why should you want to let me in on anything?” Ben asked clearly. The direct question received only a 1 stare of blank amazement from Ezram. j “Why should I —” he repeated, seem- j ingly surprised out of his life by the j question. “Shucks, and quit inter- I ruptin’ me. Maybe I’m gettjn’ a little ! too old to do much. I want a buddy—some one who will go half way with ! me.” “Therefore T suppose you go to the I ‘pen’ to find one,” Ben commented, j wholly unconvinced. “I’m going to make this proposition I good,” Ezram went on as if he had j not heard. “Listen to this:” Opening the letter, he read labori j ously: Snowy Gulch, B. C. Dear Brother Ezra: I rite this with what I think is my dying hand. It’s my will too. I’m at the hotel at Snowy Gulch—and not much more time. You know I’ve been hunting a claim. Well. I found it — rich a pocket as any body want, worth a quarter million any how and in a district wheffi the Snowy Gulch folks believe there ain’t a grain of gold. It’s yours. Come up and get It quick before some thieves up here jump it. Look out for Jeffery Neilson and his gang; they seen some of my dust. I'm too sick to go to recorder in Bradleyburgh and record claim. Get copy of this letter to carry, put this in some safe place The only condition is you take good care of Fenris, the pet I raised from a pup. You'll find him and my gun at Steve Morris’s. I felt myself going and just did get hear. You get supplies horses at Snowy Gulch go up Poor Man Creek ! through Spruce Pass over to Yuga River. Go down Yuga River past first rapids along still place to first creek you’ll know it cause there's an old cabin just below and my canoe landing. Half mile up. in creek bed, jis the pocket and new cabin. And ! dcn’t tell no one in Snowy Gulch who i you are and where you going. Go quick brother Ez and put up a stone for me at Snowy Gulch. Your brother Hiram Melvin©. “And you haven’t heard—whether your brother is still alive?” “I got a wire the hotel man sent I me. It reached me weeks before the | letter came, and I guess he must have ! died soon after he wrote it. I suppose you see what he means when he says to carry a copy of this letter, instead of the original.’’ “Os course—because it constitutes hit. will, your legal claim. Just the fact that you are his brother would be i claim enough. I should think, but this i simplifies mattery for you. You’d better make a copy of It and you can leave it In some safe place; And of course this claim is what you of sered to let me in cn." “That's it. Not much, but all what | I got. What I want to know Is—is it's a go.” “Wait just a minute. Before we i go any farther, tell me what service ! I’ve done you, what obligation you’re under to me, that gives me a right ,to accept so much from you?” t It might have been In the mooni light that Kzram’s eyes glittered peri eeptibly. “You’re in my charge,” he l grinned. “I guess you ain’t got any j say cornin’.” “Wait—wait.” Ben sprang to his \ feet, and caught by his earnestness. Ezram got up, too. "I sure apprej ciate the trust you put in me.” Ben went on slowly. ‘ “For my own part i I'd give everything I’ve, got and all j I'd h4pe to ever get to go with you. It’s M chance such as I nevei* dared 5

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believe would come to me again—a chance to go away and get anew start in a country where I feel, instinctively, that I'd make good." The dark, vivid eyes seemed to glow in the. soft light. “Forgive me if I talk frank: and if it sounds silly I can’t help it,” Ben continued. “You’ve never been in prison—with a fiveyear sentence hanging over you—and nobody giving a damn. “But I can’t take all that from a stranger. You must know how it Is.

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OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

A man can’t, whi;e he’s young and strong, accept charity—” “Good Lord, it ain’t charity!" the old man shouted. "I’m gettin’ as much pleasure out of it as you.” His voice sank again; and there was na line of mirth in his face. “It was long ago, in Montreal,” Ezram went on, after a pause. "I knew your mother, as a girl She married a bett<u' man, but I told her that every wialir >f hers was law to me.

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