The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-06-18

M|XED-UP ROMANCE
BY DONALD ALLEN.

I'D give 800 to see him"
You are a little goosel"
He must be handsome and gal.
liant"
Hes low -browed criminal"
Il hope they won't catch him"
"rd HE to be the one to shoot him
down."
III they arrest him. I'll help him to
escaped"
Look here. young lady. you don't
want TO make an idiot OF yourself over
this thing! You can climb rope lad
ders. play ghost and scare the cook
into Ats. but you stop there. There
won't be anything In being arrested.
IT'S for father to talk 10 me"
ITS for me. and am talking"
There was Mr.. Dalzelle. widower:
there was bis son. Bob. twenty years
old there was Aunt Phyllis at the
head OF the house: there was Kitty.
aged eighteen. and there was the
cook
Brother and sister were having
breakfast together when the above
conversation took place. As a rule
brothers pay little attention TO their
sisters. but bob had taken II upon
himself To begin to boss when he was
seven years old
Another country Raf'ies had broken
loose. and was plundering the county
residences for miles around lie had
not reached the Dalzelle place yet
but IN time he must, and hob bought
a revolver and carefully loaded II and
placed Il under his pillow and then
slept 40 soupdly that Mr.. Raf'ies or
any other gentlemanly burglar could
have stolen the chimneys on the
house
The cook moved her bed and bureau
against her door every night. and
slept With her mouth open and ready
to scream
Aunt Phyllis had four extra bolts
put on her door. and neve, neglected
her prayers.
Mr.. Dalzeile hid the sugar tongs In
vase and went TO bed feeling that
Il was rather mean 10 serve Raffies
such n trick
II was Miss Kitty who made a hero
OF the despoiler. and the newspapers
were good deal to blame for that
They said he must be gentleman
and a college graduate; they said he
was handsome and debonair: they said
he carefully avoided house, where
there was illness. for huruanity's
sake. The girl was appealed TO. II
was romantic IL wasn't butter at -
cents a pound and short weight at
that, but II was a young man of birth
and breeding driven to burglary to
get food for his starving mother, or
something OF the sort.
Miss Kitty sympathized with him
and admired him.
II Raffies would only call during the
daytime and relate his sad story she
would cheerfully give him all the
change In her savings bank and try
and get him Q clerkship In q groce-"
in the nearest village. She sat for
hours on the veranda. but he didn't
appear She lay awake half the
night, but he had business elsewhere.
On the night preceding the CONVEX
sation at the breakfast table. Mr.. Raj
fies had plupdersd house half q mile
away. and In a most charming way
had begged an old maids pardon for
having found her asleep with her hair
In ruri papers. This was the cap
shelf OF romance
n Miss Kitty were TO 20 down and
Oft on the bridge would the knightly
sobber appear
n she were to saunter into the
woods would her Robin Hood be
there!
II don't care a snap what Hob
says!- she exclaimed at her other self
IN her mirror "If there II any way
I can help Mr. Rafiies TO escape the
police and then reform and be good.
I'm going to DO It,"
Half an hour later the cook told
her that a. many a. twenty omcers
had Rallies surrounded In an old barn
about a mile away. and the fellow WAS
sure to be captured.
He needs help and he shall have
~" said the girl to herself; and ten
minutes later she was speeding away
In her runabout.
There were half dozen men around
an old barn. but there was no Raj
nes there. II he had been there he
had vanished. When Miss Kitty was
told this her face lighted up with
such relief that after she had paused
on one of the officers asked:
And who in the devil 10 thatr''
The Dalzelle GIRL" was answered.
rs she related TO Rafnes'"
Don't think So"
But she seems mighty we'll pleased
that he has outwitted Us again
"Oh. that's the girl Of n"
Miss Kitty sped on rejoicing. Raj
nss was still free. They might have
run him 30 far that he wouldn't ~
turn. and the thought brought disap-
pointment. One can't ruminate very
well In driving an auto or . runabout
and after going three miles she turned
In TO an old and abandoned house To
sit ON the broken steps and ponder
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