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~m. a. | threats out. Coming to town in disguise, they had put up ab the Lew-drop Inn, at least had taken supper there, and during that meal Billy Bobsled slip a sleeping-potion into Cibuta John’s cup of coffee. Then about midnight Giant John climbed up to the shed-roof of the hotel, and entered Ci- buta John’s room. There he secured the silver dagger, and broke a piece from one of the spurs to leave in the judge’s room. He meant to kill two birds at one shot. He would kill the judge, and Cibuta Jobn would hang for the crime. “Tts a lie! A lie!” Giant John screamed aloud in terror. ‘‘ Perhaps this is a lie too, my friend,” said lawyer Skynn, as he advanced and fitted the lit- tle piece of cloth with the button attached—the i that had been found by Jeff Parsons and om Billings—to the very place in the giant’s coat from where it had been torn. ‘‘ Perhaps this is a lie, but I rather guess not !/” It was proof conclusive, and both men confes- sed their guilt, at the same time begging for mercy. Every man present was of one mind. Ropes were quickly procured, and taking the prison- ers about half a mile up the valley, out of sight of the women and children of the town, they had a grand ‘ hanging-bee.” The two rascals were buried side by side, and not even a stone placed to mark their unhonored craves, ‘‘That settles that case,” said Bill Twicker, as they returned to town, ‘‘and Jedge Huckle- bee is avenged!” ‘‘ An’ ther country is well shut o’ ’em, too!” ceclared Jem Patterson. And yet another surprise awaited the people of Ante-Bar that night. When the stage-coach arrived, init came an old man who at once inquired for Levi Pop- penneimer, Mr. Poppenheimer was right on hand. The two shook hands, and then entered the post-office where quite a crowd was waiting for the mail. Gerald Keyne was there, and the old Jew di- rected the old gentleman’s attention to him in a careful manner. ‘* Yes,” said the old gentleman, ‘‘ it is he.” __ Instantly the old Jew crossed the floor to where (<eyne stood, and *‘ covering ” him with a cocked revolver, exclaimed: ‘‘Gerald Keyne, alias Rodney Blake, bank- thief and forger, you are my prisoner p And ere the man could recover from his surprise, bandcuffs were snapped upon his wrists. ‘“ Who are you?” he cried. The supposed old Jew threw off his disguise, and answered: ‘‘T am Bill West, the detective!” Keyne gave up at once. ‘hen the old gentleman came forward and ex- plained. He was the president of a Western bank, and Rodney Blake had been its cashier. Some months previously he had absconded with about fifty thousand dollars of the bank’s funds, and Detective West had been on his track ever since. How well he played the part of an old Jew, has been shown. eran was lodged in jail, and the next stage took him away from Ante-Bar to serve many & year in prison. His mad love for Clara St. Clare had brought him to Ante-Bar, and the same cause urged him to work hard to secure Cibuta John’s conviction for murder, thinking if he were re- moved his chance for winning the lady would be better. ‘‘ Good-by, honored sir,” Phineas Skynn said, as Keyne left the town. “I would enjoy being for the prosecution on your trial, I can assure you. Oh! Wouldn't I make it warm for you! Good-by.” ‘‘Good-by, lawyer!” » called out Detective West. ‘Don’t forget your friend—the old Jew!” And the stage was gone. CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION. Oncr more Ante-Bar settled down to its usual state of peace and quietness, and several weeks slipped quickly by. Clara St. Clare had recovered from her in- jury, and the school was iu a flourishing con- dition. The school-mistress had changed her quarters, and was living with Nettie Hucklebee. The two were now the best of friends, and Cibuta John was happy in the love of both. Snowball White was there too, their servant and protector. It was generally known now that Cibuta ome ee ——— eeneeetlliieed - rs Cibuta John. John’s choice was Nettie, and many were the lonely masculine hearts that longed for Clara St. Clare. But at last one day the charm was rudely broken. Cibuta John, Nettio Hucklebee, Clara St. Clare, and Snowball White, too, all came down to the post-oflice to meet the stage-coach. This was an unusual event, and it was natu- rally supposed that some one was expected to arrive. Out of pure curiosity a larger crowd than usual gathered there that evening. At last the stage came, and the moment the door was opened out sprung two merry chil- ei one a boy of six and the other a little girl of five. Instantly Clara St. Clare rushed forward and caught them in her arms, covering their faces with kisses. Then followed a handsome man of about thirty years of age, who had to assist himself with a cane. Instantly the ‘‘schoolmarm” threw herself into his arms, Jeff Parsons, Tom Billings, and a dozen others felt like going down for their weapons and de- manding satisfaction there and then, But they evidently thought better of it. In a moment the school-mistress turned her radiant face toward the crowd, ond said: ‘** People of Ante-Bar, allow me to introduce my husband and children, This man, gentle- men, is my husband, Mr. James St. Clare. And these are my children.” ‘Three cheers o’ welcome!” cried Jem Pat- terson. And they were given with a will. It was noticed, however, that Jeff Parsons and Tom Billings did not join in with their usual vigor. “And,” said Cibuta John, when he could make himself heard, ** allow me to inform you, kind friends, that Mrs. St. Clare is my sister.” Three cheers more were in order, and prompt- ly given. It was even so. And now to explain. When the people of Ante-Bar advertised for a school-teacher, their advertisement happened to fall under Cibuta John’s observation. He at once forwarded it to his sister, Mrs. St. Clare telling her to apply for the place, and he would go to Ante-Bar to protect her. Mrs. St. Clare’s husband had met with an ac- cident, and had been unable to work more than a year, and the lady gladly applied for and ac- cepted the situation. tr. and Mrs. St. Clare, with their children made their home at the Hucklebee mansion, and Mr. St. Clare looks after the late judge’s inter- ests for Nettie, assisted by Cibuta John. Cibuta John has large silver interests there now, and was recently elected to the office of sheriff of Ante-Bar. At some, not-far-distant day there will be a wedding at Ante-Bar, and Nettie Hucklebee will Pmone nt i, J pnt lnny _ Mother Wolf’s prophecy seems in every wa likely to come hee 4 pew The ate wich still en me a cain on the mountain, and is kindly cared for by th of the town, : Si tack Phineas Skynn has an office at Ante-Bar, and gets along fairly well. He isa *‘ character” in every sense of the term. Jim Patterson, Bill Twicker, Jeff Parsons Tom Billings, Bob Burdock and others are still citizens of Ante-Bar, and still strive to uphold the honor and dignity of the town. And Uncle Daniel Derrick, the rhyme-making postmaster, Heaven forbid that we should for- get to mention him! He is still postmaster at the Bar, and as full of rhyme as ever. A hundred times a day choice gems of poetry fall from his lips. Nor would it do to close our romance and ‘not give one more selection from his bounteous store. But what shall it be? Ab! Here is just the thing—the remark he made when told of the execution of ‘*Giant” John Jones: Now, when come letters from afar— Marked fer John Jones at Ante-Bar, Pll know they’re fer Cibuta John; Because th’ other John is gone.” Our story is told. Often of an evening, when the citizens of the town congregate in Bob Burdock’s store, to ‘‘smoke, and tell lies,” their conversation turns upon the incidents we have related; and it gives them pleasure to tell, to the gaping tenderfoot, of the ‘‘red-hot” times at Ante-Bar that fol- lowed the coming to their town of Cibuta John, the Prickly Pear from Cactus Plains. THE END, 15 —————— Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. 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