got past the little shop and stared
excitedly in all directions. He sud
denly observed her and ran up to her.
"Have you noticed a tall, thin, dark
young man pass by here carrying a
bundle done up in a shawl?" he shot
out quickly, forcibly.
"No," replied Mrs. Howard, recoil
ing from a sinister face set with evil
eyes that seemed to glow into her
The man disturbed her nay, more,
alarmed, She closed and doublelocked
the front door. The rear one had
been left open to insure a circulation
of air. She hastened through the un
lighted rear room to secure it also. As
she closed it Mrs. Howard felt some
wet, cold substance upon its knob
smeared across her hand. She went
back to the front to inspect it
"Blood!" she gasped and trembled
all over. Then she earned the store
lamp into the middle living apart
ment. It was to confront a new
amazing disclosure. Upon its floor lay
a man "tall, thin, dark!" Across
his forehead" was a lurid gash. In one
arm he shelteringly held a shawl-enveloped
burden. She made it out to
be a cherub-faced infant, slumbering
The spectacle dumfounded her and
then appealed to her deepest emotions
as would a thrilling and entrancing
picture. The man suggested a poetic
nature. In a sense his face was beau
tiful. The child was like some stray
cherub dropped from the skies. It
was clear that the young man was
Insensible. He stirred and she drew
back. He raised up ana stared about
in a dazed way. Then he shivered
Plainly, across the pavement in
front of the store echoed the sharp
clamp of that metal-ended false limb.
It passed, repassed, faded away in the
It was just here that the wound
ed man discovered the' woman. He
painfully arose to his feet His elo
quent dark eyes appealed to herk
"Madam," he faltered, "forgive!
See, I have affrighted you. The in
trusion the shock the blood oh,
forgive. Because of the little one,
as you love children, protect this
dear, innocent child. She is pursued
by murder. She is last of a doomed
family. Madam, do not be terrified
Allow us to shelter here till the
scourge has passed the dread, men
Mrs. Howard fancied she under
stood. At least the imperiled child ap
pealed to her. As to the man, his
open, beautiful face fascinated her
She hastily drew down all the cur
tains. She went for towels and a
bowl of water. He seized her hand
and kissed it fervently when she
dressed his wound. She thrilled at
the contact of his grateful lips.
By sections his tragic story came
out He, Arlo Badein, had been the'
friend and companion of one Victor
Ramonez. An old-world vendetta pur-
sued Ramonez and his lovely wife.
The man with the false limb had
located them and murdered them.
Nearly at the cost of his life Badein
had saved the child.
There was but one thing to do, he
told Mrs. Howard. He must remain i
until he could get word to the grand
father of the little orphan in Portu
gal. Would she shield him, penni- ,
less, until Don Castro Romanez ar-.
rived to take the menaced child out '
of the country? Ah, surely the don .
would reward her! i
Because 6t her good heart and
womanly sympathy, Leila Howard
consented. Badein aided her -in
making candies for the little store. ,
He assumed the domestic cares.
Then one day the don came. He
took the child away, but not until he ,
had talked long and earnestly with
Badein. They departed together, hut ,
with an eager lovelight in his eyes,
Arlo Badein promised Mrs. Howard tb
She sat listening to the footsteps -that
evening as usual. Suddenly her
heart beat fast. Tripping feet came
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