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nv tie answered. sue
Burglaribus opened his mouth and
eyes simultaneously.
"Youse We got a steady head or
yer" he remarked. But thai amt
wot l came here ter say. W'ere's yer
dough-"
Il haven't any"
Here now, none O.. that. her visitor
said threateningly. "Out with 1t. I'm
q desperate character, I am, and I'm
willin' ter take chances. Bring out yer
cash Or"
MY good man." .Clytie responded
patiently. Il 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 rush
in the minute they heard the explo.
sion"
Burglaribus lowered the pistol and
looked at her intently.
"Youse we got a head on yer, as
said" he remarked. But stranglin'
don't make no noise, an 1 reckon I'll
Just hev' ter choke yer till yer feel
like tellin' me a little more" He
moved toward her.
Hold on" said Clytie firmly. II
don't see any fun in being strangled.
But truly there's hardly any money in
the room-only nine dollars and
seventy-eight cents altogether, and it's
in that little safe underneath the table.
But you can't open 1t YOURSELF"
mo, but youse kin open 1t for me-"
Burglaribus responded.
He laid his pistol down, leaned his
elbow 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, "iust 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 his
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. B%urglaribus, swearing ter.
ribly, rubbed his aching head and
looked for a way Of escape. But 1t
was too late. The studio door was
flung open and the men" in the next
studio" rushed In.
Burglaribus was promptly nabbeo
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. e
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
awfullooking beast. Get him, quick"
The three men promptly dropped
their pipes, gossip, etc.. and rushed to
the rescue, CIytie followed.
"Confound you!" yelled Burglarious
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,
'one 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 nam, "Jehu N. Woolston, Scanti-
grease, RECON"
"Why, Woolston was my mothers
name" said Clytie family.
THAT young idiots mother was my
cousin" said Jehu Woolston wrath
fully. 1--WE made nay pile out West,
and as I've no near relative Of my
own, 1t struck me that I'd come to
New York and hunt that child up
And a nice welcome l got!" he FIN.
ished. giaring vindictively at the Grim
son Clytie. "a nice welcome"
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