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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 29, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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Dubourg, Teacher of Piano and Vio
lin." The front room was neatly furr
nished. There waa an air of good
taste and art about the apartment.
"In our humble way, my daughter
Leila and myself are quite favorites
of the people around" here," remarked
the musician. "We know their ways.
We feared that you a stranger "
Here the young girl cast a quick
look upon her father who, somewhat
embarrassed, did not complete the
sentence he had begun. Instead he
locked the room door and hastily
pulled down all the shades. Then he
drew a small surgical case from a
cabinet, but Durand said:
"See, it is a, mere surface scratch
on my hand."
"Yes, the abrasion is not severe,
but we must look out for poison."
"Poison!" repeated Dui-and with a
start, and then he understood the in
sinuation. Doubtless the man who
had fired the gun had sought tp kill
some enemy. Cases not rare where
poisoned missiles had been employed.
Nqt for a moment had Durand sus
pected that the shot might have been
meant for himself. .
The professor applied a solution to
'the grazed member and bound it with
a thin covering of gauze. Then they
drifted into a pleasant conversation
and Durand learned that the musi
cian and his daughter were well post
ed in Italian dialects and received
quite an income from writing and
translating letters v for their neigh
bors. As he thanked host and hostess
for their kind attention" and arose to
go, the professor directed an uneasy
and appealing look at his daughter.
"There were some little purchases
you spoke of this afternoon," he ob
served to Leila. "She would be com
pany for you on your way, Mr. Du
rand." Leila flushed, but put on her hat.
She accompanied Durand as far as
a well-lighted principal thoroughfare
and then bade him good night "
"I declare!" soliloauized Durand
with a whimsical smile as he reached i
his room, "what would my newspaper
friends think if I were to tell them
that a beautiful young lady acually
"saw me home!"
The Dubourg family held a decided
fascination for Durand and he called
at their modest home two afternoons
during the week following. The pro
fessor gave him much information
that fitted into his newspaper stories.
Leila enthralled him with her beauty
and musical genius. One afternoon
his stay lingered into the hours after
dark. Again as he arose to leave'
the. hospital roof Leila had "some
purchases to make." As they neared
his home a sudden enlightment flood
ed Durand's mind.
"Miss Dubourg," he said, "can it be
possible that you go to all this trouble
from fear that I may come to,barm?"
Leila hesitated, faltered. Then she
said:
"It is true. My father believes that
shot in the dark was meant for you.''
"Oh, impossible!" exclaimed Du
rand. "What couia be the motive? I
am entirely friendly to these people,"
"You have signed the name 'Zucci'
to your newspaper articles," spoke
Leila.
"Yes,I picked up the name some
where and nave'used it."
"You must change it."'
"And why?" interrogated Durand
in astonishment. '
"My father and I know a great deal
about our neighbors. It seems that a
eertain evolutionary set are suspect
ing that you are a spy. Your hap
hazard selection of that nom de
plume has in their minds connected
you with a hated and hunted detec
tive known as Zucci. Your life is in
danger."
A tender glow overspread the
young man's face as he realized the
respect and interest Leila's words1
conveyed. He left her promising to
find some way of setting himself right
with the community the next day.
Durand .noticed as he approached
the old building where he had leased
living quarters, that the store below.
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