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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 21, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 17

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was old. It may have been caught,'
way up in some branches. It has
probably been riddled by this time."
But, consciously flustered by the
bright, smiling eyes of the woman,
the professor jammed his hat down
over his head and started on his self
appointed quest.
He kept looking aloft as he went
down the road, but there was no sign
of the missing sheet. Before he real
ized it he was in the woods. It began
to rain, but the professor was a per
' severing man.
"Aha! I've found it"
He had come to a fringe of bushes
beyond which lay a mucky stretch.
Twenty feet out, caught in a clump
of reeds and trailing in the muddy
slime, was a sheet the sheet, of
course!
The professor had low shoes. He
thought of the lady in whose behalf
he was laboring and became- reck
less, experiencing a keen sense of
chivalric devotion. He waded and
sank in the boggy soil, but he goj the
sheet. It was not torn, but the' mud
had stained it arid all he could do
was to wad it up in a sort of dis
reputable roll.
"I won't take it back to Mrs. Briggs
in this condition," he decided.
"There's the town laundry. I'll have
it done up nicely and send it er, no,
1111 take it back myself. It may en
tertain her to know how far the wind
carried it"
Several people stared broadly at
the wet, muddy and disorderly pro
fessor. He reached the laundry. The
sheet would be all ready for him that
evening, he was informed.
It wds a few minutes after eight
0 that evening when the professor
reached the Briggs cottage. It had
warmed his heart every time that
day he had thought of the winsome
: lady. His ardor cooled as he neared
the house. Its front was shaded and
dark. A light showed in the sitting
room. He stole around the side of
the house and peered in.
"Gracious!" he uttered and shrank
back, fairly appalled:1 '
A beetle-browed individual occu
pied the apartment. He had just pried
open an escritore and had taken
thence a small lacquered and iyoried
box. He tucked it under his arm,
picked up from the table a big re
volver and started to leave the house
by the side door.
"A burglar!" gasped the professor.
"And I am unarmed! He is coming.
Ah! a thought!"
Quick as lightning the professor
tore open the package containing the
sheet. He grabbed up from the
ground a piece of stick. He enfolded
himself in the ample folds of the
sheet Holding the fragment of wood,
against the light contrast of the
sheet resembling the barrel of a pis
tol, as the burglar opened the door
he extended his hand.
"Drop everything, or your doom is
sealed!" he voiced in a deep, sepul
chral tone.
"Ghosts!" yelled the burglar in a
wild scrqam, dropped both pistol and
box, and took to his heels. The pro
fessor, rushed forward and secured
both. Then, not knowing why, he
pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang bang bang,
bang!
The side door of the next house
opened. Its owner, a brawny fellow,
alarmed by the pistol shots, stood
peering all about Following him
was his wife and Mrs. Briggs and her
two children.
"There's something white moving
about the house!" chattered the
man's wife.
"Hey! what's all this?" challenged
her husband, advancing.
"Your sheet," spoke the excited
professor, removing it from his
shoulders.
"Your box," he added, tendering
the object indicated.
"My jewels, my bonds, all safe, but,
oh, how careless I was to leave them
almost open to anybody!" cried Mrs.
Briggs. "But what does it all mean?.

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