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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 12, 1913, Image 14

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as he and his friend reached their
hotel Jater, "you seem to have made
A hn ' ' ' , '
"Think so?" smiled Dale, coolly, "t
must .say she's a delightful piece of
perfect .feminity. Of course, though,
she -wishes to make dear Lucy's
brother the guest of, honor!"
,"Humph! growled Harold, and
went to bed wretched anil jealous,
and decided that he had stumbled in
to an unpleasant pit of his own making.
Every time after that, whenever he,
met Miss Morns,v Harold felt like a
man who had losfa precious treas
ure. Lucy had not exaggerated-'the
loveliness and sterling mehtal quali
ties of the little witch who treated
Harold most courteously,-but babblqd
joyously of "her deaf .friend-, Lucy,"
so close to the willing ear of "her
dear brother," that more than once
Harold felt like challenging his" com
rade as a recreant and traitor.
"Yes, I'm going home tomorrow,"'
declared Harold, a week, later. "I've
made a fool of myself and missed the
chance of my lifeu I think you had
better back out ofthe dilemma, too,
Dale," he advised, anxiously., "The
girl has a beautiful, confiding spirit,
and may may take a fancy to-you."1
"Nonsense!" jeered Dale. "It's just'
her natural thoughtfulness 'for
Lucy's brother,' don't you see."
Harold groaned. "He hung about Jn;
a state of real wretchedness the next:
day. He saw through the treesis'
friend and Etta boating, on-the lake".
Laterhe viewed themes winging in a
hammock, happy, jolly, all sunshine.
He was returning from a solitary
tramp down a country road, when he
ran across Dale rushing along in a
great state, of excitement.
"Say, Harold!" he -burst forth,
"here's work for the friends of Miss
Morris. Somebody broke into the
house this afternoon and stole all her
jewelry. Among it is a ring that be
longed to her dead mother, treasured
by her as a priceless relic. I'm just
going to inform the police. Three
inen -were seen hanging, about .the
place " , ,
"Three men?"' repeated Harold
with-a quick start, but his friend,
catching sight of a local, constable,,
dashed off' to interview him. 7-
That hint, "three men," was acted
upon instantly by Harold. He had-r
met just that number of rough look
ing strangers, one of them carrying
a gun, an hour previous proceeding
down a country road away from the
village; He took up the trail.
That next hour was a brisk, events
.fulone for hhn. Harold traped two of
theitutq ,acampfire in the woods. As
bQ- stood at the top of a short hill
regardingtnein, the third of the
group" came alnog. Tp evade him
Harold. crept. into, a hollow, rotted log
lying on the-iillside. ( The man dei
scehded .ancr'joined "his fellows. Har
ok) sjtaited to; creep-Jbut of the log.
In. going, jsp jhe disturbed its equili
brium. Over and'OYer with its inmate
it j rolled' downwards.- -( There were
yells of excitement and pain. The
ldg moweddown the thre.e men like
grhs3, struck a tree, .split ,open, and,
half stunned, the hero .pf the occasion
rolled out... :
Harold made a da'sh for a jewel
case one of the thieyes had dropped;
nefct for the gun. Qne-pf the men was
limping, a second had afbleeding face,
the third was battered up .quite as
badly. ' f
k- "MarchWto, :the. ,tbwnl" ordered
Harold, extending the weapon, and
an .hour later hV had safely caged
his captives:
He was solemn as an awl as he re
turned the jewelry to Miss Morris.
Her gratitude and friendliness warm
ed up ;his heart Utile. "She insisted
that he was .thoughtful, valiant, and
had done her a grateful service. Then
he spoke of going away, and her
lovely face" fell. He could hot help
it reserve to the winds ! He wasja
forlorn human being, and he told his.
love. She listened, blushing, divinely,
but with a strange little smile play
ing about her charming face.r

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