The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-02-05

You'll have to, or I'll slit that pref
ty white throat of yours" Kissed the
man warningly. Aha. there's purse!"
he shouted, as he made out a small
pocketbook lying on the shelf of the
dresser.
He snapped the lacquered box close
shut and placed it on the sink extern
sion, starting for the purse.
I've got to get out of town quick
I've got to have money!" he NUT
tered.
Crash,
There was only one thing to do. for
the intruder made a movement to
seize Una and thrust her out of his
path. And Una did that one forceful,
decisive thing. She swung around
her hand imprisoned in the nutmeg
jar. 1t landed on the head of the in
truder with such strong force that 1t
not only drove the man Keeling, but
broke into hundred pieces and sent
the blood squirting from a dozen cuts
in his face.
Una uttered a terrified scream at
the sight of the man lying like lump
Of clay at her feet. Then she glanced
at her hand as a sharp pain shot
through it and a warm, tricky sensa-
ton accompanied it. She wavered,
faint and shocked, as she noticed that
a piece Of the flying glass had cut a
long, deep cash in her wrist. Mr.
and Mrs. Wendell were away from the
house. She was alone, she feared the
man might recover. She mechanical
ly snatched up the lacquered box and
started towards the open doorway.
did you cry for help" was asked,
as she ran squarely into the arms Of
a young man. Why! What is this?"
he exclaimed. as he noticed the pros.
trate man. You are hurt-your hand
is bleeding dreadfully."
HE is a thief. l fear" began Una
weakly. He tried to rob me and
struck him, and"
Why, you are nearly fainting,"
spoke this new visitor solicitously
II know who you are-Miss Prince
My sister, Mrs. Mallory, next door,
spoke of you. | just arrived and
heard the scream. Go over there at
once and the thoughtful young fell
low whipped a towel from a near
hook, wrapped it around her hand
and gently led her down the steps.
II must secure this rufian before he
wakes up
Una struggled through the hedge,
but she was swaying unsteadily as
she reached rustic bench and sank
to 1t, to be surrounded by half a dozen
of the startled guests of Mrs. Nal.
lory.
why, what is this?" spoke the lat.
ter, as she noticed the toweled hand,
but Una had tainted away before she
could explain.
She awoke to find her wounded hand
neatly bandaged and herself lying
upon a couch Of the Mallory home.
The kindly widow was tanning her,
while her brother was standing near
by, looking exceedingly solicitous.
you dear, sweet grit" cried the
exuberant Mrs. Mallory, as Una
opened her eyes. do you know what
you have done?-saved all my jewels
which that dreadful thief had stolen
just before he tried to force you to
supply the money to take them out OF
town with him."
The next day Unas injured hand
prevented her doing any work. Earle
Henderson came over to inquire as to
her health. His hands were strong
am well, so he held the book she had
brought to the shady tree bench and
read t. her.
And SO Tor a week he contributed
his company and devotion The day
the injured hand was released from
bondage he kissed it. and the mex,
day he selected one of the slim pretty
fingers to fit on an engagement ring