The Carlisle independent., 1917-08-23
sessed her heart since she entered up on her life of crime.

LeOntlne was forced to ackn0WleQge that. The personality of the man thawed the ice of her reserve, and the little point of doubt sank deeper and deeper down in the recesses of her 1 soul.
 Who was this man Ravengar? Three times he had interposed to aid her in her perplexity and distress. She had come to expect him to appear in such l times. If Jerry had never entered ! her life. -.
 Suddenly she became aware that a | stranger had entered the roadhouse 1 garden. He was standing beside Se- bastian, who looked up at him impa- ii 2ntly.
 Excuse me, but are you not MT. Sebastian Navarre?" he asked.
 Well, sir?" demanded Sebastian, an- moved at the interruption.
 There is man of this name wait | ing outside to speak to you"
 He handed him dirty piece of pa r per. Sebastian glanced at it and turned white. Then, with an energetic i gesture, he tore the paper into pieces and flung them down upon the floor. 1 Without word to Leontine he clapped on his hat and followed the stranger. Leontine stared after her husband in wonder. Then, moved by a sudden i'm pulse, she stopped and picked up the 1 scraps of paper. She pieced them to- gether upon the table and made out the name, "One-Lamp Louie."
 What Leontine saw vividly was the face of the little crook who had torn the confession from her hands and destroyed it outside the gaming house. At once her suspicious leaped into life. She ran out of the garden. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen, but she heard faint cry for help con- ing from a lonely spot some distance below the summit of the hill, among the dense bushes.
 Hurrying forward along a little trail, she saw presently the automo- bile, standing beside a gypsy wag- on. Beside this her husband was wrestling with three men. It was a distant picture; she could discern Se- bastian only by his characteristic pose of anger, and again his cry came to her, sounding faint and far away.
 Instantly Leontine dashed through the trees, tripping over roots, forcing her path through brambles, her mind intent on loyalty to the man she called her husband.
 The kidnapers had whisked Sebas- tian into the auto and pushed it down the mountain path before he was well aware of what was happening to him. The trail connected, some distance down the hill, with a disused road, which, in turn, ran into the main road two miles further away. This road led into the mountains, and, it was there that the crooks meant to extort Sebastian's confession.
 An unexpected interruption in the shape of a fallen tree compelled the car to slow down. Instantly Sebastian seized his opportunity to leap to the ground. It was then that Leontine heard his cry for aid.
 "Shut up!" yelled Romano1r, dash ing his fist into Sebastian's face.
 But Sebastian, whose fears were stronger than his cowardice, broke away from his pursuers, again crying for help. And it was at this juncture that Leontine, breathless and dishev- eled, appeared upon the scene.
 At the sight of her the men hesitat- ed. Then Romanoff had an inspiration. Behind Leontine stood the empty gypsy van, whose owners were doubt less picking blueberries upon the mountains. He caught the girl in his arms, bundled her inside and locked the door on her.
 Now we've got 'em, I guess" he said, barring his teeth in grin.
 And he started as his own words left his mouth for out of the bushes broke-Rayengar,, who had been left securely locked in Bianca's cellar.
 With blows right and left, Ravengar felled two of the crooks companions. While Romanoff dodged the third swing of his right arm, Ravengar un- locked the door of the van. He dashed inside. "Leontine he called.
 Romanoff's inspiration did not desert him. Before Ravengar had caught Leontine from the interior of the van he had turned the key on him. He drew back, panting, while his compan- ions, who had picked themselves up from the ground, stared dazedly about. Then, turning round, he realized that Sebastian had made good his es- cape in the confusion. Far up the hillside he saw Sebastian running. He ground his teeth in rage. T guess we'd better beat it home and think out what we are going to say" said one of the gang.
 And leave him in there with herr" grinned Romanoff, jerking his thumb | toward the van, from within which came the sound of Ravengar's fruit less blows. Not if l know it. Look" He pointed down the hill. Some fifty yards away the steep declivity ended