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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 05, 1913, Image 19

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Inder. She felt resentful towards her
lover for a new reason.
He had sent her a note chiding her
for declining to see him when he
called. Ned added a line saying that
he would like to make an explanation
of some things that his lady love had
probably misunderstood.
Lizzie would possibly have relent
ed and would have sent for him, but
not two hours since- the Bellows maj
chine had come whizzing down the
road, Miss Olive at the wheel and the
perfidious Ned by her side.
"I shall never speak to him again!"
resolved Lizzie as her father drove
There were no lights in the house
and she closed and locked the front
door. Then she went out into the
garden and planned to sit in the rus
tic. Bummer house and wait there till
the folks returned.
That cherished spot, however,
brought up poignant memories of
.hours when Ned had been by her.
side., Lizzie in a desolate, unhappy
way, went way over to a corner of
the garden where a network of vines
inclosed an old-fashioned tree rieat.
The loneliness and seclusion led to
tears now. Lizzie fairly cried herself
to sleep.
It must have been an hour later
when the chug-chug of a machine
aroused her.
"It's an automobile and it'a stop
ping here," she murmured. "They
are strangers and they have driven
the machine into the shadow of the
trees. Oh, dearl"
Lizzie shivered as she thought of
the reports from the next township
of a band of robbers who had raided
a score of farmhouses while the oc
cupants were absent.
Two men silently and mysteriously
stole past the gate, glanced up at the
grim, silent house, fvent around to its
Bide and then the affrighted Lizzie
heard a window raised.
"Oh, . they are robbers, sure
enough!" she gasped. "They have 1
1 broken into- the house. What shall
I do?"
A sudden inspiration came to her
mind as she glanced at the automo
bile. She. did not believe she could
quite run one alone, but she knew
a good about its construction from
casual observation.
"I can creep under the fence, reach
the machine and they can't see me,"
vshe planned. "Then 111 hurry down
the road and give the alarm."
Lizzie reached the stalled -machine.
She leaped nimbly to its step. For
only a moment her hand was busy
groping over its mechanism. A little
flutter of excitement and satisfaction
escaped her lips as she slipped some
thing into her pocket. Then Lizzie
sped down the shadowy road Jwith.
fleetness. '
"Oh, dear! I wish I had gone the
other way but then the robbers
might have seen me," she breathed,
as at a turn the "first window light
that showed was in the Darrow f arm
house, a quarter of a mile away.
Lizzie halted as she came directly
up to the house. There was a light
In only one room and beyond its open
window Bat the only occupant of the
house. It was Ned, at a table, writ
ing. Lizzie faltered. Then the urgen
cy of the occasion impelled her to
action. She'ran into the full radiu
of the bright famplight streaming out
into the garden.
"There's robbers at our house and
the folks are all away," she cried out,
and. Ned was on his feet in an instant.
He was outside, a gun in hand, before
Lizzie realized it. '
"Tell me all about it as we hurry
back," he directed, and she thrilled to
leel the firm, steady clasp of his hand
on her arm as he iir:. her to the
Lizzie could never tell -afterwards
how she blurted out her story or how
she acted during that wild run. She
lost all her resentment, once again in
that dear companionship.
- "There they are," she fluttered, as
they came in sight of home and the
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