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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 10, 1912, Image 18

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OPPORTUNE BURGLARY
1 By John Richelsen.
George Van Pelt was conscious
that his face was growing flushed.
"In spite of what you wrote,"
Elizabeth insisted, with a deter
mination that was altogether
new to him, "surely you would
have been able to get back here
to see me during these two years
if you had really wished it as
much as you claimed."
"You know how I was tied
down," he reiterated. This re
peated explanation ought certain
ly to satisfy her and relieve him
of embarrassing questions. "And
tonight," he added, "I did not
even stop to see my brother be
fore coming here to surprise you."
Turning toward him, she ask
ed, searchingly: Do you still
think as much of me as you did
when we first became engaged?
Tell me truthfully!"
He was nearly caught off guard.
"Why do you ask that?" he evad
ed. "Haven't I told you often
enough ?"
The meeting was not proving
;o affectionate as he had expect
ed. In a way it was a relief. He
'ntended to be true to her, not be
rause he loved her, but because
he had given his promise.
"What if I have met another
girl?" he protested to himself.
"And even if I would rather be
with her tonight than to pretend
to love Elizabeth? I can't be ex
pected to get enthusiastic over a
solemn duty. It's enough that I
am willing, -if necessary, to keep
my word."
He foused himself. "Certainly
I'm glad to see you again," he de
clared, weakly and inappropriate-
iy.
She was raising her head to re
ply when a terrific crash, like the
breaking of many dishes, came
from the adjoining room.
"What's that? Didn't you say
every one was out?"
Elizabeth turned pale with
fright. Thieves must be in the
house. As he jumped to his feet
she besought him to stay with
her and not risk an encounter.
He, however, tore himself away
from her arms and with a bound
opened the folding doors that di
vided the parlor from the dining
room. Then he heard the foot
steps of some one making a rapid
flight down the cellar steps.
Without a moment's hesitation
he gave pursuit, and in the dim
lignt of the -cellar beheld the thief,
cowered in a corner. The man
had no time to draw a weapon
before George tackled him. The
question of supremacy was set
tled after a short wrestling on the
floor, and twisting the thief's
wrists behind his back, George
made him walk submissively up
the stairs.
When the kitchen light shone
into the face of the burglar
George let his fingers slip from
their grip. "By the Harry ! You !
Kid!"
Elizabeth had fallowed as far
as the kitchen door and now
stood motionless and ghastly
white. George met her eyes.
"Elizabeth, the thief is my
brother!"
A sharp twitch of his heart
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