Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-01-05
Two of
Them
They Met In a Vacant
House
BY AGNES g. BROGAN

The European war had brought an
abrupt ending to lack Hayden's impor-
tant commission, sending him back
unexpectedly to his own country. He
was not surprised, therefore, at finding
the old homestead vacated and his sis
ter Cynthia away, presumably upon
o. OF her customary visits.
Cynthia insisted Upon keeping up
Hhe old estate and living in solitary
grandeur, while her brother trayersed
the world in his civil engineering ca
pacity. His iatchkey fitted now into
the lock with old time easiness. Going
upstairs to his room, now evidently oc-
cupied by Cynthia, he lit a cigar and
threw himself into a chair for a smoke.
He must have been more tired than
he supposed, for the cigar turned to
ashes In his fingers and all became
oblivion. How long he slept he did
not know. 1t was a. slight grating
sound which first attracted his atten-
ton. Then as his senses became more
alert he discovered a black capped
head upon the outer side of the win
dow, within direct range of his vision.
There was no doubt the intruder had
climbed to the veranda roo and was
now at work loosening the clasp of
the window. Darkness and silence
had added to the workers assurance
that the house was empty. With fas-
cinated eyes Jack Hayden watched
the black cap as he withdrew farther
Into the shadows. As the grating con-
tinued a sharp instrument appeared
above the sill. and the catch was deft-
1y moved aside.
Jack waited no longer. One swift
backward reach for his valise, and he
stood revolver in hand against the
paneling of the wall. There was no
sound for a moment but his own rapid
breathing; then the window was flung
mp noiselessly and a slim ~silhouetted
figure slipped into the room. Stimuli
t~aneously with the click of the electric
button came a sharp cry, instantly fol-
lowed by a low exclamation from Hay
den. The figure standing under cover
of bis threatening weapon was the
figure of a girl. Little more than a
girl she seemed, at least, with her fair
hair curling in tendrils about the close
fitting velvet turban. which SO resem-
bled a cap.
! Her eyes met his. wide and startled,
while the hand switch fell 60 her side
1ohg and Jeweied 1afpin.
This W. the instrument. he realized,
which had unfastened the latch. The
girl, still facing him, withdrew almost
lmperceptibiy toward the open win
dow.
"Stand STILL" Jack commanded.
The shock of being confronted by
this small, appealing figure after his
tense, expectant waiting, unnerved
Jack Hayden strangely. His very fin
gers trembled at the revolyer's hilt.
ASit down." be ordered huskily. ST.
1ently the girl obeyed. From the win
dow his keen eyes searched the moon
lit garden, the portico outside, for a
possible accomplice, then his gaze re-
turned TO the girl.
~Why are you herep' he asked.
The young woman glanced over the
cleaning point of his revolver.
"Why are you?" she said coolly.
Hayden compressed his lips. San
swer me-" he insisted, before I call
the police"
The girl smiled sc~ornfully. you
won't do that" she said, ut would be
rather too da~ngerous-for yourself"
She leaned forward suddenly. Have
you taken anything yet?' she asked.
Because If you haven't and will go
away quietly no one need ever know
that you were here. I'm not as
calm as i look. Your revolver makes
me quite sick"
Hayden bent toward her. "What do
you meanF' he asked slowly. "What
do you take me forT"
"What would any one take you forT"
the girl retorted. 'Who but a burglar
is found armed at night In a vacated
houseT'
Jack stared, then laughed shortly.
$50" he said. you think there are
two of us?"
The girl sprang to her feet. 1.-TWO
of us!' she cried Indignantly. do you
saare to think that r.
certainly not" Jack answered sar-
cnstically. 81 merely supposed when
you so skiilfully pried that rear win
dow that you had dropped in to pay a
friendly call upon my sister, who is
very evidently not at home"
The girl stood breathlessly regarding
him. "~Your-sisterl' she murmured
unbelievingly. Cynthia Hayden your
sister,"
In careless proof Jack handed to her
the double photograph. For a time she
looked from the original back again to
The picture, then, with crimson flush
ing face, returned the picture to him.
I'll did not know" she began blum
deringly. that you were here. I'm
"a paw friend of Cvnthiq'S Won SEQ.