The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-19

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
heI hand imprisoned in the nutmeg
jar. 1t landed on the head of the in.
truder with such strong force that it
not only drove the man Keeling, but
broke into a hundred pieces and sent
the blood squirting from q dozen cuts
in his face.
Una uttered 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 warm, tricky sensa-
ton accompanied it. She wavered,
faint and shocked, as she noticed that
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
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 thief, fear" began Una
weakly. HE tried to rob me and |
struck him, and"
Why, you are nearly fainting,"
spoke this new visitor solicitously
Il 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 fel,
low whipped towel from near
hook. wrapped it around her hand
and gently led her down the steps
Il must secure this rufiian before he
wakes up"
Una struggled through the hedge
but she was swaying unsteadily as
she reached rustic bench and sank
to it, to be surrounded by half 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 nea,
by, looking exceedingly solicitous.
You dear sweet girl" cried the
exuberant Mrs. Mallory, as Uns
opened her eyes. do you know wha
you have done?-saved all my jewels
which that dreadful thief had stoler
| just before he tried to force you t.
supply the money to take them out o
town with him.
The next day Una's injured hant
prevented her doing any work. Earle
Henderson came over to inquire as t.
her health. His hands were stron,
an well, so he held the book she hat
brought to the shady tree bench ant
reaC ( 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 prett,
fingers to fit on an engagement ring