Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1911-02-14
When Burglars
Met

Patricia Weldon held the receiver
10 her ear and listened to her chum's
voice.
Pat, dear, do you mind running
over to our house to put few show.
els of coal in our furnace? Tom
wants me to stay in town for dinner
| We will be out on the nine-fourteen.
It's an awful thing to ask you to do,
dear, but we don't want the fire to
go out on such a cold night. You
don't mind? You are a darling. Pat,
and don't forget that when you go in
by the cellar door to close IL gently
sometimes the lock slips mad locks
itself. Be careful. Good-by, dear"
Patricia hung up the receiver. She
decided to go over to the house her
self and attend to the fire. The Stone
home was just across a small lot
She slipped her long fur coat over her
tea gown and after locking her own
door she went over to the house of
her friend.
She found no difficulty In opening
the cellar door and removed her
heavy coat and left it on the smooth,
white stairs before venturing to the
blackness Of the cellar. Patricia went
bravely on toward the furnace and
began to shovel the coal
In the big living room above man
sprang quickly to his feet.
BY Jovel There's somebody
proving about in the cellar!" He
tiptoed over to a huge bag lying on
the couch and took out q large, ugly
looking shotgun.
III just surprise him at his own
game-even If the gun isn't loaded
The man crept cautiously down the
cellar stairs, the noise of shaking
down the fire drowning his footballs.
Patricia Weldon took one last look
into the fire and, turning suddenly,
found herself looking into the muzzle
OF shotgun. She promptly did the
first thing that entered her head. She
fell In faint to the floor.
The mans gun fell almost before
the girl dropped He rushed to her
side and with something very much |
like a swear word on his lips picked |
up the huddled mass of unconscious |
beauty and with shaking heart but
steady arms carried it up the stairs.
When he stopped, halfway up, to |
kick the fur coat out of his way, Pa |
tricia found her senses. She felt her |
self being rather reluctantly put |
down on the couch in the living room. |
The man sat down beside her then |
and with mans awkwardness began |
to fan her with a magazine.
Wake up, grill For goodness sake
wake up"
Patricia felt instinctively that his
next move would be for water, and as
she had no desire to be soaked she
opened her eyes slowly and effec-
lively.
who are you and how do you hap
pen to be in Mrs. Stones house?" she
lsked.
Who are you and how do you come
o be in my sisters house?"
The man laughed.
Patricia jumped up. Alice Stones
'rother! She has never even men,
Toned that she has a brother!"
Nor has she mentioned to me that
he has a new chum!"
If the light of understanding dawned
n both minds at the same time
either spoke of IT.
Il have just come in from a hunt
1g trip and before that | had about
ircled the globe"
81 suppose the gun you were about
D shoot me"
WAS not loaded. I can't tell you
ow sorry l am to have frightened
on so. / couldn't see any one until
on fell-the turn was sudden"
1T was stupid OF me to faint. I
ad come over to fix the fire for
lice"
IF you feel equal to 1t now, / will
ct your coat and take you home" ,
he man leaned forward In his chair.
Patricia looked up. Are you mar, {
ed?" she asked suddenly.
mo. Are your"
No" 4
Then they both laughed.
Because" Patricia continued, II /
refer, in this instance, to be sensible q
lther than strictly proper. There is {
D one home at my house and there
no one here to get your dinner =
ow. am not much Of a cook but | ,
tend to get your dinner for you"
he girl looked him squarely in the I
res. There is not bit Of sense In {
,ur sitting alone here and me alone '
ERE, especially when" b
When what2 A light had come h
TO Dicks eyes. II
when I-when you are my best