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By George Elmer Cobb
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
A shot, a cry, a general commotion
and Leslie DurandSras. the center of
an excited group. It was among the
most sordid homes of the Italian dis
trict of the great city, and after dark.
A week previous he had come into
the section, primarily appointed by a
commons commission to ascertain
The Building Rocked, Every Sash in
the Place Was Shattered.
the prospects of founding a commun
ity house. In addition to this, a daily
newspaper had engaged him to write
a series of articles on life in the ghetto-like
Durand had rented the suite of
rooms over a cheap store. He was on
his way home, when suddenly a loud
report startled him. A hail of large
shot showered past him. He ran to
the spot where he had seen the flash
the mouth of an alley. No one was
visible down its dim length, but near
the street himself and the crowd
quickly gathered found a sawed-off
shotgun, abandoned by the would-be
assassin or excitement agitator, as
the case might be.
"It is the Vendetta!" was the sur
mise of an aged man.
"Against whom?" it was chal
lenged. "Ah, that is so whom, indeed?"
muttered the old man. Then, amid
the babel of many Italian voices dis
cussing the sensational episode, Du
rand quietly drew to the edge of the
His arm was touched gently as he
started once more in the direction of
home. He turned to see a man past
middle age on crutches. Beside him
was a girl of about eighteen.
"Your hand is bleeding," he ad
"Why, so it is!" exclaimed the lat
ter, for the first time noticing where
one of the scattered leaden missiles
had grazed the back of his fingers.
It is nothing, for I feel no pain," add
ed Duran carelessly;
"It should be attended to, neverthe
less," returned the other seriously . ''I
am something of a surgeon, Mr. Du
rand. My little home is nearby "
"Why, you know me?-" observed
"By name and sight oh, yes,1' was
answered with a friendly smile. "In
.a little community like. "this every
stranger is remarked."
Durand began wrapping a hand
kerchief about his hand. The young
girl stepped forward to assist him.
He knew not why, but the gentle
touch of her dainty fingers, the look
of interest in her clear blue eyes
caused him to assent to the reiterated
invitation of the old man, evidently
her father, to visit their home and
have his slight injury attended to.
It was a quaint little cottage far
back from the street to which Durand
was led. There was a neat glass sign
on the door reading, "Prof. Gabriel