The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1914-06-19

eyes simultaneously.
"Youse We got a steady head on
yer" he remarked. But that amt
wot came here ter say. W'ere's yer
dough?"
81 haven't any"
Here now, none o. that" her visitor
said threateningly out with 1t. I'm
a desperate character, l am, and I'm
willin ter take chances. Bring out yer
cash or"
'My good man." Clytie responded
patiently. 81 can't bring out what
haven't got Shoot me if you feel in
clined There are people in the next
studio you know-men. They'd ruslf
In the minute they heard the explo-
sicn-"
Burglaribus lowered the pistol and
looked at her intently.
"Youse We got head on yer, as.
said," he remarked, But stranglin'
don't make no noise, an reckon III
just hev' ter choke yer till yer feel
like tellin' me a little more" He
moved toward her.
Hold on" said Clytie firmly. Il
don't see any fun in being strangled.
Eut truly there's hardly any money in
the rcom--only nine dollars and
seventy-eight cents altogether, and it's
in that little safe underneath the table.
But you can't open it YOURSELF"
mo, but youse kin open it for me-"
purglaribus responded.
He laid his pistol down, leaned his
elbo.y on the table, and watched ely
tie with calm interest as she stopped
for the little safe.
See" she said kneeling and hold
ing it toward him. Just feel Isn't it
heavy?"
Burglaribus "hefted" the safe. The
next moment his head came in con-
tact with the hardwood floor of the
studio-and when he recovered hjs
balance he was alone. Clytie had
frantically grabbed his good right leg,
yanked it from under him, then had
rushed to the door and slammed 1t be-
hind her. Burglaribus, swearing ter
ribly, rubbed his aching head and
looked for way or escape. But It
was too late. The studio door was
flung open and the men in the next
studio" rushed in.
Burglaribus was promptly nabbed
and escorted to a police station.
For the next fortnight Clytie was
besieged by interviewers of all kinds
and sorts. She sold several small pic
lures at prices which made her wish
that a sneak.thief or so would visit her
weekly, and with the proceeds Of one
of them took a few lessons in self
defense.
She became quite an enthusiast on
the subject and acquired several real
ly clever tricks, then settled down to
her painting and gradually forgot her
sudden rise to prominence. She was
painting and whistling gaily one morn
ing when the door behind her opened
softly.
She turned and beheld a middle
aged stranger of sinister aspect. He
regarded her for a minute in silence,
then put his hand in his hip pocket.
another one!" she gasped plung-
ing into the adjoining studio. "Oh. an
dWlul-lOOhlHS DchtSl. hcl MIN, qulShs
The three men promptly dropped
their pipes, gossip, etc, and rushed to
the rescue, Clytie followed.
"Confound you!" yelled Burglaribus
the Second. Call this a free country?
Are you all lunatics here? Can't a
man call on his relatives without be-
ing knocked down and walked on?
Can't he"
At the word relatives" the men
slackened their hold and looked at
Clytie
why" said Clytie, amazed and in
dignant, you don't, suppose a silly
bluff like that will help you. You
know I'm no relative of yours. Oh,
don't let him get his pistol"
Here" he howled as Clytie's
knights promptly collared him afresh,
zone of you jackasses put your hand
in my pocket and get my card-case
out confound you"
The brother artist did as requested,
and produced a silver card-case from
which he drew forth a card bearing
the name "Jehu N. Woolston, Scanti-
grease, Oregon"
why. Woolston was my mothers
name, said Clytie family.
That young idiots mother was my
cousin said Jehu Woolston wrath
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