Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1892-09-29

prise.
"Oh, l beg your pardon, DIR. Leo
pardi," he said, with a stress upon the
name.
| He darted u glance at him as he said
this that sufficiently conveyed his feel
ing. 1t was to be war to the knife.
DR.. Leopard looked at him in return
with deadly hate.
"You are mistaken, sir" he said botly
without moments hesitation. "My
name is not Leopard"
Henshall felt that his ruse had sue
ceeded In what he chiefly intended. He
had broken the fatal current which
streamed from DR.. Watson's eyes, and
which was slowly but surely unnerving
the fair girl who struggled so bravely
against the malign influence.
He stepped close to his ear and hissed
into it: "If you do not withdraw at once
and cease prosecuting that innocent girl
will bring one that will prove you are
DIR. Leopard and a thief and villain.
Go, quietly and at once, and 1 will do
nothing more at present, but otherwise
beware, for 1 know you much better
than you do me. Col"
Leopardis brown face grew sallow
white and his eyes looked like an angry
snakes.
II will be even with you some day."
he said in a low tone of intense re-
vengefulness. 81 never forget debt
like this"
Then he turned and said something to
Mr.. Crawford, who had been watching
his daughter too persistently to have re-
marked this side scene After a mo-
ment apparently of hesitation on the
old mans part he turned, and with an
agitated air left the hall with the doc
tor.
what did you do to that fellow"
asked his companion as Henshall re-
turned to his side.
81 scotched snaker' he said, his lip
curling with disgust and scorn.
Edna Lewis had completed her solo
triumphantly, and twice she was obliged
to return to bow her acknowledgements
to the applauding house. She was
deadly pale, and there was strained
look in the dark brown eyes which
pierced Henshall's very soul.
He could not leave her unprotected.
He must wait and see her safely home.
DR.. Watson and old Mr.. Crawford were
nowhere in sight, but that did not dispel
his fear
He waited until the crowd had disap-
peared. Then he saw slight figure,
gleam of white satin showing beneath
the long fur trimmed cloak, which he
recognized as the same that his ideal
had worn at the time he had rescued her
from Watson's prosecutions.
She was SO heavily yelled that he
could not detect single feature. He
approached her humbly, and raising his
hat said in the most deferential tones:
miss Neville, pardon my again in
truding upon you, but it is only in your
own regard that l do so. l have a cab
here for you, which will bear you at
once to your home and if you will per
init of my escort l shall feel safer to
know that you arrive there without any
molestation."
She bowed, but seemed too nervous to
speak. AS if distraught, one little
gloved hand futtered out toward him
and grasped his own, but it was instant
ly withdrawn, and she hastily entered
the coupe he had engaged.
She gathered her robes close to her,
and left place at her side for Henshall.
where shall tell the driver to go?'
he said as he leaned toward her.
In mufled, agitated tones the number
Of q west up town street was conveyed
to him. He hastily repeated it to the
cabman, and then boldly entered the
coupe and seated himself by her side.
The cabman drove off. Henshall's fair
companion kept her handkerchief to her
face, and seemed to labor under an
agitation that she could with difficulty
repress. He made no attempt to converse
with her. He had said as he closed the
door of the coupe;
"Dear Miss Neville, you will surely
acquit me of want of respect under the
circumstances. You know my one de-
sire is to be your most trusted guardian
should you need any. Do not try to
speak My only wish is to see you safely
housed"
The agitated girl underwent some vio-
lent throe of feeling, but did not attempt
w SPSeeh' io iiftt5c pO"lCi
along over the pavements, and soon drew
up at the door of large fiat.
Henshall sprang out and rang the bell,
The janitor opened the door, and then
only did the fair maiden spring lightly
from the coupe and run up the steps into
the hall.
She turned, with her hand upon the
door, removed her veil, and with
mocking smile called out: Thanks,
awfully! Good nightr
The next instant she had closed the
door in his face and was fitting up stairs.
Henshall, with muttered curse, turned,
paid the cabman, then, scowling, took
down the number of the house and strobe
away
The face he had seen was that of the
young singer at Louise Nevilles concert
"They must have changed cloaks," he
muttered to himself. Then. Us he walked
on, despite his chagrin, he had to laugh
TO BE CONTINUED.