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But the children loudly objeeted to
this. If Prue and Fairy went, they
would go! So down the stairs they
trooped, a timorous trembling crowd.
Prudence went at once to the tele
phone, and called up the residence of
the Allans, their neighbors across the
street. After a seemingly never-ending
watt, the kind-hearted neighbor left
his bed to answer the insistent tele
phone. Falteringly Prudence explained
their predicament, and asked him to
come and search the house. He prom
ised to be there in five minutes, with
his son to help.
"Now," said Prudence more cheer
fully, "we'll just go out to the kitehen
and walt. It's quiet there, and away
from the rest of the house, and we'll
be perfectly safe." To the kitchen,
then, they hurried, and found real
comfort in its smallness and secure
ness. Prudence raked up the dying
embers of the fire, and Fairy drew the
blinds to their lowest limits. The
twins and Connie trailed them fear.
fully at every step.
Every breath of wind ngninst the
windows drew startled cries fromh the
younger girls, and both Fairy and Pru.
dence were white with anxiety wi-hen
they heard the loud voices of the Al.
lans outside the kitchen door. Pru
dience began crying nervously the mo.
ment the two angels of mercy ap
peared before her, and Fairy told their
tale of woe.
"Well, there now," Mr. Allan said
with rough sympathy, "you just got
scared, that's all. Everything's sus.
piclous when folks get scared. I told
my wife the other day I bet you girls
would get a good frightr sometime, left
here alone. Come on, Jim, and we'll
go over the house in a jiffy."
lie was standing near the (lining.
-"t. , don". Tin Ufted this head sud.
lenly, and semed' to sniff a little.
('here wats tuIoubtedly a faint odor
)f tobacco In the house.
"Been any men in here tonight?" he
isked. "Or this afternoon? Think,
"No one," answered Prudence. "I
was alone all afternoon, and there has
Teen no one In this evening."
Ie passed slowly through the din.
ing room Into the hall, closely followed
by his son axud the five girls, already
much reassured. As he passed the
lungeon door he paused for a moment,
listening intently, his head bent.
"Oh, Mr, Allan," cried Prudence,
"let's look in the dungeon first. I want
to see if the money is safe." Her hand
was already on the lock, but he shoved
her away quickly.
"Is there any way out of that closet
besides this door?" he asked.
"No. We call it the dungeon,"
laughed Prudence, her self-possession
uiuite recovered. "It is right under
the stairs, and not even at mouse could
gnaw its way out, with this door shut."
"Who shut the door?" he Inquired,
still holding Prudence's hand from the
lock. 'T'hen, without waiting for an
answer, lie went on, "Let's go back in
the other room a minute. Come on, all
of you." In the living room he hur
rled to the telephone, and spoke to the
operator in a low voice. "Call the po.
lice headquarters, and have them send
two or three mien to the Methodist par
nonage, right away. We've got a bur.
glar locked in a closet, and they'll have
to get him out. Please hurry."
At this, the girls crowded around
him again in renewed fear.
"Don't he scared," he said calmly,
"we're all right. lie's In there safe
enough and can't get out for a while.
Now, tell mre about it. Ilow did you
get him in the closet? Begin at the
beginning, and tell me all about it."
Carol began the story with keen rel
ish. "I woke up, and thought I heard
someone in the room. I supiposed it
was Prudence. I said, 'Prudence.' and
nobody answered, and everything was
quiet. But I felt there was someone
in there. I nudged Lark, and she woke
up. 1le moved then, and we both heard
him. lie was fumbling it, the dresser,
and our ruby rings are gone. We
heard himi step aeross the roomi and
into a close(. Ile closed the door after
him, didn't he Lark?"
"Yes, he (lid," agreed Lark. "His
hand was on the knob."
"So we sneaked out of bed, and
went Into Prudence's room and woke
her and Fairy." She looked at Connie
and blushed. "Connie was asleep, and
we didn't waken her because we didn't
want to frighten her. We woko the
girls-and you tell the rest, Prudence,"
"We didn't believe her, of course.
We went back into their room and
there was no one there. But the rings
were gone. Whille they were looking
at the dresser, I remembered that I
forgot to lock the dungeon door. wherc
we keep the money and the silver.
wave, and I ran downstairs and
slammed the loor and locked it. an'
Sthe Most Extensiv
vent hack Ip). . ulun-t neair a noun,
Mr. Alsan laughed heartily. "Well,
your burglar was in that closet after
the money, no doubt, and he didn't
hear you coiing, and got locked in."
In a few minutes they heard foot
steps around the house and knew the
officers had arrived. Mr. Allan let
them into the house, four of them, and
led them out to the hall. There could
be no doubt whatever that the burglar
was In the dumgeon. lie had been
busy with his knife, and the lock was
nearly removed. If the oficers had
been two minutes later, the dungeon
would have been empty. The girls were
sent upstairs at once, with the Allan
boy as guard-us guard, without re
gard for the fact that he was probably
more frightened than any one of them.
The chief olicer rapped briskly on
the dungeon (oo'. Then ihe clicked his
"There are enough of its to over
power three of you," he said curtly.
"And we I.. ve men outside the house,
too. If you ilt your firearis on the
floor, and hol both hands over your
head, you'll be well treated. If your
hands Ire not up, we fire on sight. Get
your revolvers ready, boys."
Then the oflicer opened tie door.
Evidently the birglar was wise enough
to appreilate the futility of lighting
against otits. Ills hands were above
his head, and in less than it second he
was secu rely mna itacled.
The chief oflicer had been eying himn
closely. "Say !" he exclailmned. "Aren't
you Limber-Linb (rant?" The burglar
grinned, but did not answer. "Ily
Jove !" shouted the ofileer. "It is!
"Aren't You Limber-Limb Grant?"
e Line of Christmas
-ts About Them. Bi
3HOP EARLY AND
Call the girls down here," he ordered,
and when they appeared, gazing at the
burglar with mingled admiration, pity
and fear, he congratulated them with
"It's Limber-Limb Grant," he ex
plained. "There's a reward of five
hundred dollars for him. You'll get
the money, as sure as you're born."
Then he turned again to the burglar.
"Say, Grant, what's a fellow like you
doing on such a fifth-rate job as this? j
A Methodist parsonage is not just in
your line, is it?"
Limber-Limb laughed sheepishly.
"Well," he explained good-naturedly,
"Chicago got too hot for me. I had
to get out in a hurry, and I couldn't
got my hands on any money. I had a
line lot of jewels, but I was so pushed
I couldn't use them. I caine here and
loafed around town for a while, be
cause folks said Mount Mark was so
fast asleep it did not. even wake up
long enough to rend the (hilly papers.
I heard about this parsonage hunch,
and knew the old man had gone oifl to
get mol ire relIgiol. 'T'his afternoon at
the station I saw a detective from Chi
cago get oil the train, and I knew what
that meant. But I needed soiie cash,
iUid so I wasn't above a little job of
this kind. I never dreamed of gettimt
done up by a,buneh of preacher's kids.
I went upstairs to get those fatilly
jewels I've heard about, and one of
the little ones gave the ilarmi. I ai
ready had some of them, so I caie'
down at once. I stopped in the dun
geon to get that money, and first thing
I knew the door banged shut. 'Tliat's
all. You're welcome to (lie five huin
dred dol !ar's', ladies. Someone was
bound to get it sooner or liter, and
I'm partial to the ladies, every time."
Mr. Starr on Thursday morning had
taken the early eastbound train to
Burlington. Ile attended the evange
listic services at the tabernacle in the
afternoon and evening, and then went
to bed at the hotel. He slept late the
next morning. When he finally ap
pea'ed the clerk camne at once from
behind the desk to speak to him. Two
or three other guests, who had been
lounging about, drew near.
"We've just been reading about your
girls, sir," said the clerki respectfully.
"It's a pretty nervy little hunch! You
must be proud of them !"
"My girls!" ejaculated Mr. STarr.
"Ilaven't. you Seen the hnorning pa
per? You're Air. Starr, 'the Methodist
ninister at Mount Mark, aren't you?"
"I am i But what lis happened to
my girls? Is anything wrong? Olve
me the paper !"
I Five minutes later Mir. Starr and his
suitcase were in a taxicab speeding
toward Union station. and within eight
minutes he was en route for Mount
Mark-white in the face, shaky in the
knees, but tremendously proud in
Arriving at Mount lark, he was in
stantly surrounded by an exclamatory
crowd of station loungers. The name
of Prudence was upon every tongue,
and iher father heard it with salisfac
Goods in Our Histor
iy Now and Have U
AVOID THE RUS
tion. In the prsonIage he founti at
least two-thirds of the Indles' AId so
ciety. the trustees and the Sundlay
school supet'rintendnt, along with a
m1iscellatneous atssorItmnent of ordinary
mnemberws, heixed up with P'resbyterians,
Baptists and it few unclassified outsid
ers. And Prudence was the center of
She was telling the "whole story,"
for perhaps the fifteenth time that
morning, but she broke off when her
father hurried in and flung her arms
about him. "Oh, papa," she cried,
"they mustn't praise me. I had no
idea there was a burglar in the house
when I ran down the stairs, and I lion
estly can't see that much credit is
]tut Mount Mark did not take it so
cahrIIly. And as for the Methio'Hst
(hriclh--well, the Presbyterian people
used to say there wasi "no living with
thew Methodists, since the girls caught
a birgliar In the parsonage." Of (cou'se
it wits iiportaint, from the Metthodist
polint of view. i'ictures of the par
siina ge anti the church were in all the
papers for miles atrorud, and)( lt their
very nx t meeting the trustees delided
to got the piaoi the Sinday school had
been needing for the ilsIt. hundred
When the five hundred dollars :1r.
rived from Chigo, I'rudeice f'elt Ihat
personally she had no real right to the
mloney. "W\e must divide it," she in
sisted, "for I didn't iarn it a hit Imore
than any of the others. But it is
perfectly glorious to have five hundred
dolhirs, isn't it? Did you ever helve
flive hundred dollars before? Just take
it, father, and use it for whatever we
need. It's family money."
Neither the younger girls nor their
father would consent to this. But
when Prudence pleaded with them ear
nestly, they decided to divide It.
"I will deposit two hundred and fifty
dollars for the four younger ones," he
said, "anid that will leave you as
So It was settled, and Prudence was
a limppy girl when she saw It safely
put away in the hank.
Sometimes, Methodists, or I'reshyte
rians, or heretlcs-whatever we may
he-we aire irresistibly Impelled1 to the
conclusion that things were stilply
bound to htppen ! Iowever slight the
cause-still that cause wits predestined
from the beginning of time. A girl
may by the sheerest accident step
from the street car a block ahead of
her destination-an irritating aceident.
But as she walks that block she may
meet an old-time friend, and i stranger,
And that stranger-ah, you canl never
convince the girl that her stepping
fi'om the car too soon was not ordered
when the foundations of the world
After all, it was very simple. Acros
the street from the parsonage lived I
girl named Mattie Moore-t common
yr and the Prices are
s Deliver Later.
unloveliy, unexe~lting gil, who tatught
a c(ountr' school five miles out from
Iown, and role to 11n1(i froili her school,
morning and evening, on a i .cy.-l'.
One evening, early in June, When the
world wtas fair to look up., it wis
foreordained that Prudence slould be
turning in at the parsonage guite just
as Mattle loore whirled up, opposite,
on her dusty wheel. Prudencee stopped
to interchange polite inanities with her
neighbor, and i Mattle, wheeling the bi
cycle lightly beside her, came acrosa
the street an1d stood benenth the par
soinage mauplIes with Prudence. They
talked of the weather. of the coming
"Sometime Will You Let Me Ride Your
summer, of MIattie's scho ol. rejlicirg
that one more week woul'i bria: frees
dom from books for Mattlie nd the
younger parsonage girls.
Then said Prudei'e: "'i it great
fun to ride a bicycle? I love it. Som.
time will you let mle rile your wheel?"
"Why, certainly. You may rule now
if you like."
"No," said Prudence slowly, "I used
to ride, but am afraid it would not do
now. Some of the letulers might
see me, and-well, I am very grown
up, you know. Of course," she added
clever-oh, very. You'll like her, I ame
sure-much better than you do me, of
course." Prudence was strangely)
"I am sure I won't," said Jerrold
Hlarmer, with unnecessary vehemence.
"I don't care a thing for college girls.
I like home girls." Jerrold flipped
over abruptly, and lay on the grase,
his face on his arms turned toward
her fCaie. 'hey were quiet for at while,
but their glances were clinging.