The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-01-28


realized that the unaceustomed position
Of his arms was a most uncomfortable
one. a twinge of pain contracted his face
and he sighed.
Does it hurt?" asked the holder Of the
revolver, with a grim pleasure in the sit
uation
1T does Scott acknowledged feelingly.
ION the whole" observed the girl 1T
is probably less painful than term in
/ the penitentiary.'
Il have no doubt that you are right
Scott agreed politely.
Silence fell between them after this.
They were still for so long that a little
mouse crept out Of the closet and
scurried Ike a neek of gray cloud across
the room. The girl cried out and drop
ned the revolver. ALLOW me. said Scott,
and ne picked il up and returned it to her
Then he again raised his hands
A becoming flush routed the girls pal
Tor. 7 guess you needn't do that any
longer" she said And perhaps you
would be more comfortable if you sat
down"
Thank you, Scott said gratefully, and
dropped into a chair. rubbing his aching
arms with unfeigned relief. After
minute or two he was shocked 10 dis
cover that the girl was In tears
Il don't see" she scbbed, why any
one who can be as courteous as you, and
] as considerate, should ever have taken up
burglary
..Niv dear girl" cried Scott. I'm no
more a burglar than you are. l am a
nwf
realize by this time Miss Anne Bagsby
Is nv aunt and I stopped OF here this
morning on my way East 10 pay her a
few DAYS visit There is 20 be supper
at the guildhaH in which she Is inter
ested. and as they were short Of spoons
one Of the women sent me after hers
1T couldn't have been the girl be
gan. and then she stopped. There was
"a sound Of footsteps in the hall A we'll
built. mlddle-aged man came into the
ldining-room with a cheerful, We'll,
Amy and then stopped stocksull in
surprise
with a dexterous movement. the girl
! had pulled the folds of her dress over
| the revolver Uncle Charlie she fall
/ tered. this is a friend OF mine. nephew
Of Miss Anne Bagsby.'
The middle-aged man advanced cor
I p
I Mr.. -." He threw a reproachful glance
( at the girl blushing in the background.
/ Scott seized his outstretched hand.
/ Scott. Chester Scott. Ny aunt is in
/ terested in a church supper. which is 10
/ take place this evening. and as they were
short OF spoons, she sent ne out to Dor
row some. Miss Amy has kindly con-
scented to loan me two dozen and TO give
me her company at the supper
ooh. indeed Well I shall hope to see
| you again. Mr. Scott Are you staying
! lOug2" asked the middle-aged man, quite
unconscious Of a dramatic display Of in
dignation behind his back.
Il may stay some time. I'm not quite
sure" said Scott cautiously. And now,
| Miss Amy, I'm afraid if we don't start at
once they'll send out a searching party
for us"
When they were outside she handed him
| the revolver. You have the spoons and
/ you might as we'll have this, too" she
/ said defantly. And if you turn out 20
be a Rallies sort Of person. I'm dis
! graced."
He laughed at her tenderly. you know
/ you believe in me-" he declared, with
/ out any more explanations. And some
! thing in his glance struck sparks from
hers.
Aunt Ann was watching for him on the
| guildhall steps Chester Scott, where
! have you been so long with those
! spoons?" Then. recognizing his compan-
/ ion, she stared helplessly why, Amy
/ TraynOri'
Miss Traynor and I are going for a
! little walk, said her nephew, but well
be back with good appetites for supper.
! Here are some spoons which Miss Traynor
has kindly loaned"
He handed them over. and the pair
moved on. Mrs. Anderson laughed at
/ her friends bewildered air.
so that was the attraction" she said.
I didn't even know that Chester was
acquainted with her, sighed Aunt Anne.
Il was taking all the credit of his coming
to myself
Mrs. Anderson laughed again. Il guess
! it's settled thing all right" she said.
Judging from the way he looked at her
and the way she blushed at him Well.
/ I'm glad if Amy Traynor has found some
/ body to suit her al last Now perhaps
some Of the other girls will have a
| chance
Copyright 1907 by Mary McKeon)