The Green Forest tribune., 1915-04-16
Macdougal, on His Way to Prison, GrappIes With Sheriff and Jumps From Train! Still at Large, Though Searched For by Posse of Police-
CHAPTER VII.

The windows of Mrs. Rheinholdt's s town house were ablaze with light. A crimson drugget stretched down the steps to the curbstone. A long row of automobiles stood waiting. Through the wide-fung door was wis ible pleasant impression of flowers and light and luxury. In the nearer of the two large reception rooms Mrs. Rheinholdt herself, woman dark, handsome and in the prime of life, was standing to receive her guests. By her side was her son, whose twen- ty-first birthday was being celebrated.
 T wonder whether that professor of yours will come?" she remarked, as the stream of incoming guests slack ened for moment. He hates receptions" the boy re. piled, but he promised he'd come never thought, when he used to drill science into us at the lectures, that he was going to be tremendous big pot"
 Mrs. Rheinholdt's plump finger toyed for moment complacently with the diamonds which hung from her neck You can never tell in a world like this," she murmured.
 Here he is, mother!" the young man exclaimed suddenly Good old boy! I thought he'd keep his word
 Mrs. Rheinholdt assumed her most encouraging and condescending smile as she held out both hands to the pro lessor.
 Tt is perfectly sweet of you, pro lessor" Mrs. Rheinholdt declared.
 Mrs Rheinholdt breathed sigh of relief as she greeted her new arrivals.
 The professor made himself univer- sally agreeable in mild way, and his presence created even more than the sensation which Mrs. Rheinholdt had hoped for. In her desire to show him ample honor she seldom left his side.
 q am going to take you into my husbands study" she suggested, later on in the evening. "He has some spe- cimens of beetles"
 Beetles" the professor declared, with some excitement, occupied pre- cisely two months of my time while abroad. By all means, Mrs. Rhein- holdt!"
 We shall have to go quite to the back of the house." she explained as she led him along the darkened pas sages.
 The professor smiled acquiescently. His eyes rested for a moment upon her necklace.
 2 You must really permit me, Mrs. Rheinholdt," he exclaimed, "to admire your wonderful stones. I am a judge of diamonds, and those three or four in the center are, I should judge, unique"
 She held them out to him. The professor laid the end of the neck lace gently in the palm of his hand and examined them through horn-rimmed eyeglass.
 "They are wonderful" he murmured, wonderful! Why"
 He turned away a little abruptly. They had reached the back of the house and a door from outside had just been opened. A man had crossed the threshold with coat over his arm and was standing now looking at them. ree
 How extraordinary! the professor remarked. "Is that you, Craig?"
 "Yes, sir" he replied There is a rainstorm, so I ventured to bring your macintosh"
 Every thoughtful Che professor murmured approvingly 'T have a weakness" he went on, turning to his hostess, flor always walking home after an evening like this. In the day time am content to ride. At night have the fancy always to walk"
 "We don't walk half enough" Mrs. Rheinholdt sighed, glancing down at her somewhat portly figure. "Dixon,"