Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1911-01-05

dc IeaueO against the wall, with
folded arms. and surveyed the carpet
| gl0omily.
III you wouldn't mind sitting down
90 can rest my elbow on the desk
It tires my arm holding this thing out
so. Thank you" she said as Jack obe-
diently sank into chair.
III you're going to call the police I
hope you won't mind doing so at once.
because II | can clear myself in time
want to catch the $50 western ex-
J press"
Il have called them.' hesitated the
girl
| How"
"As soon as you came in found
the buzzer on the burglar alarm that
connects with the police station and
signaled They should be here very
soon" She was quite white now, and
the hand that held the revolver trem.
bled visibly.
us there telephone in this room?"
asked Jack presently.
Eyes" replied the girl.
you wouldn't let me call up CEN
trail and discover where my cousins,
the Mertons. are? If Pm in the wrong
house. Why
SIS there any doubt about that?" Her
face was slightly contemptuous.
"A good deal of doubt" asserted
Jack boldly. This room is as famil-
lar to me as my own home. I've spent
weeks here. l know every chair and
table. for the Mertons are not given
to changing their furniture. If you
would take the trouble to look you
might find a picture Of me somewhere
about the premises"
81 think not. except here" She laid
! her hand on the paper. with provok-
| ing smile.
"Do you mean to tell me that this is
not Mr.. Fred Merton's house?' de.
| manded Jack.
Really. if it's any advantage for
you to know. wish could tell you
the name of the owner: only. you see,
my friends have rented it furnished
for the summer season. and only ar
rived this morning. and did not hear
the name of the owner if it has been
mentioned. And so it is possible that
this is Mr.. Merton's house. 1 daresay
you are quite familiar with good
many houses
Let up Oh THAR growled Jack, quite
out of temper. "No use hitting fell
low when he's down, you know"
| 81 beg Your pardon said the girl,
her face coloring adorably, "but you
must think me very mean. I've really
been talking at random. l thought 1
heard sound Her head was bent
in listening attitude.
Burglars" suggested Jack, with a
grim smile "Or. what might be worse
for me, police-ugh!'
/ A strained look came into the girls
face as footsteps advanced swiftly
1 down the Hall toward the door. She
arose and leaned toward her captive.
! I'm sorry. hope you'll come out
| all right. wish it had not been |
who had to-
Thanks said Jack dryly. .T'n
probably come out after I've served
time! AS in the case of the girl in the
| musical comedy song. you know, Il
| must be captured by somebody, and it
| may as well be you Well. here goes.'
There was the sound of voices out
side the door-feminine voices-and
then the door opened and skirts rustled
silkily forward
Jean. you poor child were you
! frightened to death staying all alone
here Mercy. what's this? Oh, put
down that pistol"
Three young women. pretty as pic
lures, handsomely gowned. fluttered
toward the loveliest girl of all as she
dropped the revolver to the desk. She
arose and pointed slim forefinger
toward Jack Merton.
"That is Pussy Harry, wanted by
the police. have captured him
She tainted away then, and it was
Jacks privilege to gather her up and
i lay her on the leather couch before
confronting the bevy of hysterical girls,
who had fed to distant corner.
I'm Jack Merton" began that gen.
tleman with what dignity he could as.
,7SAiAAS. cldO L We UCCA luz W DER.
suade this young lady that
!. of course it's Jack" cried the tall
est girl, tossing back her veil. "It's
Peters cousin. Tell me what has hap
pened"
I, Jack found his hands grasped by
the welcoming hands of his cousin,
Peters bride, and he found no diff
Guilty in convincing his listeners of his
identity. The girl on the couch was
recovering and sat up. listening to the
conversation with flaming cheeks and
sparkling eyes.
1--WE went to the matinee and left
Jean alone. All the servants were out.
She's been reading that lurid newspa-
per and-well, really. Mr.. Merton. it
does look like YOU explained Mrs.
Fancher when Mrs. Peter had made
the proper introductions. ~ don't
wonder Jean was frightened. But
what pluck she had! just fancy hold
ing that revolver, and it is loaded,