New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1916-09-20
Jack added caustinlly. Through n
upper rear window"

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ed. Cynthia had given It to me, but
then there was mistake. and and Z
had to get in" she went on exc1tedly.
Il simply bad to. 1t was night, and
there was no place else to go. I don't
know a living soul In this town. and
Ia lost my money. all Of 1t. or. rather,
Cynthia had taken my money and my
watch and rings and everything"
Anger died out of Jack Hayden's
face. and pity took its place as he
listened to the girls confused and i'm
probable tale. But the hatpin?" he
asked dryly. You're rather expert at
that trick, aren't you?"
i've often got III that way" she re-
piled. Its quite simple with GER
tain sort Of window catch. The outer
shutters were locked in the lower part
OF the house. That's why had to
climb up by way Of the tree
"And your name?' Jack inquired
tersely.
The girl flashed her white teeth at
him. Celia Celtone.'' she said.
To him the name sounded as fanciful
among his sisters acQuaintances.
you might" he suggested hopefully,
have some means Of Identification. q
card. perhaps, in your purse?"
His prisoner raised her brows. Gym
thia has my purse, too" she said. Then
with sudden, graceful. beseeching
gesture. she put out her hands to him.
Pity died out Of Hayden's heart.
you consummate actressv' he ex-
claimed.
| The girl turned from him quietly.
WELL" she asked, what are you go
| ing to do about it?''
Through the silent house came the
/ long and imperative summons Of q
| bell. Jack swung about impatiently.
/ You'll have to come with me-" he
j. said. "It's the front door,"
I. Deliberately Miss Celia Celtone set
: tied herself in great chair. her hands
I firmly grasping its sides. II won't go
STEP" she affirmed
VERY WELL" Jack answered shortly,
and advanced to the open window. Il
am here" he called. mo, this way;
round to the right. That's It. Now,
who is there?~
Messenger" answered q concise
voice from below. Come down and
sign for a package
Jack muttered an 1mprecation as his
sleeve caught upon a nail. you win
have to come with me now" he stern
" told his prisoner: but. as he released
his sleeve and turned about, no rebel
lious young woman awaited in the
great chair. The room was empty.
Headlong he rushed down the stair.
The street door stood open. which
way?" he wildly inquired Of the mes
senger, but as that person was just
| rounding the path Information could
not be gained from that source.
Mechanically Jack signed the book
held out to him. Tuning silently that
this hooking. reckless maid should
have so outwitted him. Still absorbed.
he drew the wrappings from the bum
| die delivered at so late an hour. fail
| ing to notice in his abstraction that
the name Of the address was not his
own. A woman's dainty purse pre-
scented itself to his view, while from
note. The handwriting was unmis-
takably his sisters. He read perplex-
| eddy:
Dearest Celia-we art rushing on to-
ward Buffalo, and from there l will for
ward your purse with it's valuables and
very necessaries. have scandalized the
| passengers by laughing continually, since
| our hasty parting at the station. can't
| forget the panic-stricken expression of
| your face as my train moved off so un-
expectedly-you reaching after your de-
parting purse, I waving it frantically in
your direction. I declare I should have
thrown it at you had it not been for your
watch inside. Why. oh, why, dear girl.
! could you not have been satisfied with my
assurance that I had dropped the house
key into your purse, without handing it
| through the. car window that might
show you just where had placed it?
can only hope that you, poor, penniless
child in an unknown town. will at least
have the courage to wait upon my door
| step until the messenger brings this to
| you. Remember I shall not rest until
you telegraph tomorrow. Lovingly,
| CYNTHIA
Helplessly big Jack Hayden col
lapsed into a chair. Remorse and
shame and regret settled deeply upon
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sourceful little woman at the muzzle
I Of six shooter. had sneered at her
unfortunately truthful tale, had driven
her from her only possible shelter
alone into the night. Her little white
blouse was very thin. he remembered,
and her jacket still chung to the porch
palings where she had relieved herself
Of it. Ye' gods and little fishes. but
he had been an ass and several kinds
of fool! Where could she go at this
hour of the night?
/ Desperately Jack wandered among
the flowers Of the garden. Something
moving at its farther end attracted his
attention. but it was only the ham
mock swayed by breeze. Closer in
spection revealed white object in the
depth Of the hammock and-yes-it
was she, the little outcast girl
Persian kitten cuddled drowsily against