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'Tes, pajpa," said Leila meekly,
and went into'the house 'crying.
Then Hob'ert Taylor walked delib
erately across a pet flower bed, kick
ed a sleepy dog, roared, at the hired
Vi,man to oil that noisy lawn mower,
and plumped down into a hammock
nursing one foot with a desolate
The ailment of that foot was tan
gible in a trivial way. He had stum-
- bled over a porch step and it was
sensitive .and swollen. However, it af
forded him a net pet complaint "The
beginning of dropsy, I feel it, I know
it," he had groaned to his wife. "Bad
symptom bad case!"
' For a week the only consolation
Leila had was a note from Ned, slip
ped under a loose stone near their
favorite trysting place the fence.
Always his affectionate words of
cheer and liope wound up with "I'll
win him yet."
The ex-merchant nursed his ach
ing, tender foot as a pet affliction. He
- kept Leila so constantly suspiciously
in sight that the poor girl did not
see her devoted lover for over a week.
One day Mr. Taylor decided to walk
to the bank to deposit a large amount
of cash and some valuable securities
he had received by express.
For a day he groaned, growled and
complained about the dangerous ex
periment when he fussily started out
' on his mission, he gloomily predicting
a possible fall in the street a dizzy
spell the probable uselessness of his
"I'm pretty bad," he mourned,
"when I have to go at a snail's pace
"Why not take the automobile,
papa?" suggested Leila meekly.
"And let that reckless chauffeur of
ours dump me out or shake up my in
jured limb,so I can't use It for a
month? Not much!" and he went off
with the bearing of a cripple, but his
outrageous temper just as vivid as
Three nights previous an attempt
had been made to burglarize the Tay
lor home. The faithful dpg that its
master had kicked had scared the in7
traders away. His own pet ailment
instead of that incident was in Mr.
Taylor's mind as he proceeded on his
way. Instantly, however, the latter
flashed into his thoughts as he passed
a vacant lot two blocks from home.
"Hands up!" sounded an ominous
Three men had suddenly sprang
Into view from behind some shrub
bery. One pointed a revolver at Mr.
"Keep a look out," he directed one
of his accomplices.
Then to the third: "Get away with
the stuff, and the. man addressed
wrenched from the grasp of Mr. Tay
lor the portfolio he carried under his
arm and started to move away.
"You keep quiet for a spell, or I'll
bore a hole in you," threatened the
He cam'e a 'step nearer to his vic
tim. Mr. Taylor was fairly terrified.
However, the thought of being de
spoiled of 'over $10,000 in tangible
property added a frantic desperation
to the situation.
In pressing upon him the leader of
the footpads trod upon his sore foot.
A roar issued from the sufferer. He
saw blood, he grew reckless. A fren
zied impulse swayed him.
Swinging one arm as inthe days
before he had acquired the whimsies
of a nervous man, Mr. Taylor brought
his fist with a sounding crack directly
across the face of his captor. The
rman went head over heels to the
The lookout sprang now at Mr.
Taylor. The blood of the latter, how
ever, was fairly up.
Whack he landed out that power
ful arm of his again. He thrilled to
realize the latent strength he had
nursed. His second assailant went
"Stop thief r next yelled the re
tired merchant, and he put down the
street after the fellow who had moved
away with the booty.