Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-07-25

toilet; its merely a matter of a few
minutes explanation. Won't old Jach
char, though? o. great Scott. j
chucked out couple of odd ones!"
Two obviously odd shoes lay ex
posed to his Mortified gaze. There
must have been a second pair in the
room, near the first. Paul, still in a
hopelessly decollete state, was staring
at them as if fascinated, when again
there was the sound of some one ad-
vancing down the passage.
In two magnificent bounds he
reached the door, and flung himself
against it.
Its all right" he said, confusedly.
I'm awfuily sorry | gave you the
wrong one! Which OF the others do
you"
Open the door," said a voice, ..or
H.
I'm sorry, but really it's impos-
sible. II will explain later on
II you don't stand back shall
shoot"
A SILVER ran down the young mans
spine. Heavens, what Tartar. No
wonder Jack hadn't written.
Mrs. Dudley" he began.
Are you going to move. or must !
fire through the panel? One-two-
| thr-"
10 argue under the circumstances
was mere waste of breath. Paul bare
ly had time to make frenzied dash
for the eiderdown quilt which lay on
the bed, and swathe himself in its
folds, apron fashion, when the door
swung back, and girl, white faced
and erect. stepped into the room. In
her right hand she held big revolver,
and behind her followed a dog about
the size of small pony.
Put up your hands!" she com
manded.
But"
Put them up, quickly!"
Dash it ALL" he protested, cant
you see that the blessed quilt'll slide,"
1T won't if You squeeze right
against the wall"
Paul leaned back obediently, and
raised his hands.
Il don't know if you usually treat
visitors in this way" he observed.
ut seems trifle drastic, on the face
of it."
I'VE do when they come unlimited,
Mr.. Burglar BILL" retorted the girl.
MY godparents christened me
Paul." said the young man, meehy.
Possibly. They couldn't be ex-
'pected to know what profession you'd
adopt"
And my second name is Macarthur"
How cunning. Have you a third %
Paul sighed.
viii you allow me to explain mat
|ters?" he demanded.
Explanations are too SLOW" she
sighed; "and 1 didn't expect to spend
all the evening looking at a man
dressed like a red Indian. | see
you've been having real good time.
You've eaten the tea that Mrs. Ma
honey got ready for me, and brought
a bag for the things you couldn't eat.
And if that isn't reason enough to
send you to the lookup, j should like
to know what ISL
Il should prefer to see Mr.. Dudley
first"
He won't be back for some time.
and papa and mamma are in the same
car. You'll see Mrs. Mahoney soon.
She's gone to try to find a police
mani"
I'm getting abominably stiff stand
ing like this, Mrs. Dudley
She flushed family.
my name is Elizabeth Clayton"
90 said Paul growing slightly hot
in turn, Il beg your pardon. | was
under the Impression Anyway.
would you mind if put down my
arms?"
We'll" she said. 4grudgingly; but it
doesn't foYow that shall put down
mine. Pop said shouldn't have the
grit to hold up real burglar, but |
guess he was wrong"
Paul did not contradict her. He
dropped into a chair and drew the
eiderdown about him in comfortable
folds.
Leaving burgling out Of the ques-
ton, do solemnly assure you that
am personal friend of Mr.. Dudley's,
and that wired from town that l
was coming down for day or two"
when did you send the telegram"
"At noon today
Then it should be waiting in the
hall. II it is" she drew herself up.
and Paul realized for the first tine
that his captor was a strikingly hand
lsome young woman, "I-weil, | guess
IN go straight back to New York. IL
it isn't Watch him, Benny she
concluded, and sped to the door.
Benny strolled over to where the
prisoner was huddlec, yawned and
collapsed at his feet.
"The telegram hasn't arrived said
Miss Clayton cheerfully, re-entering
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