The Lakeland evening telegram., 1914-05-23
, sound like a sneeze In the old


house.
The girl whirled and glanced over
her shoulder. There was yawning va
cancy where the door had once hung
but there was nothing she could see
in the room.
Her father was an insurance man
and employed clerks. Why not give
Raffles a position there until he couin
better himself. She would speak 10
him that very evening. Mr.. Rahes
would have to change his name and
stop running out nights, but there
was no doubt that he'd cheerfuily
make the sacrifice.
A yawn from the old house.
Mercy, what was that!
The girl arose and started to move
off, but bethought her of tramps anu
sat down again. She had no fear OF
the wayfarers by daylight. One OF
them had turned in there the night oe-
fore, but he might not even wake up.
If brother Bob knew that she mad
come out hoping to aid Raffles what a
row there would be, But how was ne
to know And if he did find out she
would stand right up and sass back
and let him know that his days OF
bossing her were over with forever
4 sneeze and a cough!
Miss Kitty jumped to her feet and
faced the doorway.
The next moment she was facing a
man of thirty who was cursing under
his breath. He looked tough. He
looked wicked
who the blank are your he de-
manded as he looked from her to her
runabout and back.
II am Miss Dalzelle," she STAN
mered
What are you doing here?'
Il came out-to-to-"
you came out to play the spy FOR
the offlcers!"
NO, sir. | thought-thought-'
What in blank do | care what you
thought? Raffles isn't caught yet, and
isn't likely to be- Much obliged for
the runabout?"
Here. Here!" she cried as he
started from the vehicle.
No time to talk"
But you can't take that"
But | have! Give my love to all
the bonehead officers who are trying
to find my tracks In the mud"
He had gone, It was Raffles Of the
romance!
Miss Kitty Dalzelle sat down and
wept. She had INDUCED in charm
ing illusion for days, and it had been
knocked skyhigh in about sixty sec
onds. 1t was hard blow, and the
maid was still weeping when an auto
halted and some one touched her arm
and gently asked:
Can l be of any assistance TO
you?"
1t was young man Of pleasant face
and voice, and he had no chauffeur
with him.
"A man has run away with my
runabout! was gasped.
1T was yours, Ell? He passed me
two miles back, and am afraid he
won't stop for 80 miles. He looked
to be a hard case"
THAT was Chevalier Rafiles."
You don't say!"
He was hiding in this old house"
Il declared"
do you know my brother, Bob~
I'm afraid not, though l can ten
better after hearing your name. Mine
is Duke Winwood."
And am Kitty Dalzelle, and
have brother. Bob. You won't tetl
him, will you?"
Never in this world! Now that
your machine Is gone, am ready to
convey you home in my auto
But what explanation can give
regarding the loss of the runaboutT
was the innocent query.
We'll talk it over as we go"
1t was talked over. Raffles made
good his escape. The runabout was
never recovered.
Something mighty funny about all
this!' said Bob after Mr.. Winwood's
seventh or eighth call Sis lets 60 OF
one hero and picks up another in less
than an hour, and is getting too chesty
for anything
When the engagement is announced
Bob will get full explanations.
Copyright 1914, by the Mcclure Newspa-
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