The Washburn leader., 1907-09-27

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dences, and came In shivering, late tu
dinner.
The congressman were all there.
gathered around one large table
which had been set apart for them.
As Dorothy passed on to the family
board she became conscious of an in
tent gaze fixed upon her: an irresist-
ible something drew her eyes toward
the men-toward one. at least. anG
their eyes met.
The color left her face. her eyes grew
sick with fcar-the fear of arrest To
be dragged like Il common thief to
prison to answer the charge of SNUG
Cling! The thought was unbearable.
She blamed the law that made it a
crime to wear ones own garments in
to ones oH'n country.
Slipping into her seat she leaned to.
ward Fan with shuddering whisper:
"He is here! The one with short,
pointed beard. Don't look-and don't
tell your father or mother"
Fan glared in the direction of the
congressman. singled out the Vandyke,
which at that moment was oblivious
Of her critical scrutiny in an interest
Ell discussion of vcnison, and whisper
ed back:
"IIe does not look fcrocious enough
to bite"
But Dorothy could not see the joke;
it was an hour of agony for her. When
at last the meal was over and they
could get away, the two girls ran up
to the safe seclusion of Fans room,
where they talked it over breathlessly
and in whispers.
They decided that Dorothy should
steal away under cover of darkness,
take the first train for Easton and SO
make good her escape.
AS to the sealsllin sack, the cause
of so much agitation, it was secretly
slowed away in one of Mrs. Prices
lavender bags; Dot enveloped herself
in borrowed cravenette. hiding her
face behind an automobile veil.
With tiinid step the two conspirators
slipped down to the lower hall. They
could hear the mems voices as they
exchanged stories around the Office
| fire.
Just as the girls reached the lower
step, with freedom almost within
reach, the Office door opened and Dots
pursuer stepped forth.
| pardon me, is this Miss PRICE," he
asked courteously. "Your father said
would find you in the sitting room.'
| "Oh--cr-yes. stammcred Fan. try
| ing to push palpitatin Dorothy past
him.
/ He seemed such Il pleasant, polite de-
tective that for one reckless moment
Fan entertained the idea of appealing
to him in behalf of the innocent Of
fender, but before she could speak he
pulled letter from his pocket.
"It is for Miss Price and is from my
sister, Nellie Dayton" explained he.
'sNellie Dayton your sisterw both
girls exclaimed in surprise.
| "Yes," he said cordially. "When she
learned that was coming up here for
few days shooting with some friends
she insisted that become her courier.
She also intrusted to my care kodak
picturesque of her own work, be-
lieve. 1t is group of picnickers.
among them yourself and your friend
here. recognized Miss Graham when
I saw her at the station at Easton, al
though it is three years since have
seen her. was strongly tempted to
make myself known at once, but saw
that she did not remember me-"
Dot threw back her veil, disclosing a
bright smile and face beaming with
relief
Il wish you had, Mr.. Dayton" she
said, impulsivcly extending both
hands. SIT would have saved me such
scare.'
"NEhat?" inquired Dayton, mystified.
"Not afraid Of me?'
''N-no-of Your beard,' laughed Dor
othy, in which Fan Joined. You were
a beardless senior when l met you
three years ago, you know"
$50 was. Why, did not think Of
that. What chump l am"
Several days later, when Brother
George" came to Glen Echo with a
significant ring for Fan Price, she told
him in confidence that his prank was
likely to cost his sister her freedom.
Imprisonment? he asked in a horri-
fed whisper. ''That is severe punish
ment for smuggling one article"
''That depends upon the article snug
gled," Fan limited. with wise side
glance. II am afraid our Dorothy has
been guilty of smuggling other things
than sealskin coats. and she began
three years ago."
''Three years a smuggler! Then she
deserves the limit for such an ofEense." :"
Deserves It? She would not be hap
py without the full penalty of the law
imprisonment for life! There, told
you so," Fan added mischfevously as
Dot and Mr.. Dayton strolled into view.
Here she comes now with her jailer."
Her Faith In Drugs.
Faith in drugs was the subject nm
der discussion when IN elderly physi-
clan who had ispoken against the prac-
tice of dosing by laymen told this
story: IT had patient once who COM
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