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First, because, he reasoned, Leonle
was the most modest, though charm
ing, young lady In the world. Next
for the reason that he doubted if she
cared enough for his society to en
dure his dull company through a long
It was true he had called on her
several times, had loaned her books,
and at the Sunday school picnic she
had been very gracious toward him.
When he compared his quiet, sedate
makeup with some of the brilliant
village beaux, however, Elmer Duns
combe felt that he was in a decided
minority. Sensitively he had tried
to smother the budding love that had
taken root in his heart.
With all his analysis of the present
situation he could not get Leonie and
the strange invitation out of his
mind. Perhaps little Marvin had said
more than he had teen told to say.
At all events, a feV minutes before 8
o'clock that evening Mr. Dunscombe
strolled in the direction of the Tripp
home. An irresistible loadstone
seemed to pull him along. f
Then the timorous young man
trembled quite as he noticed a light
in the ell of the house, where seated
in an arm chair was Leonie Should
he venture? Yes no. Finally he
mustered courage sufficient to open
the gate. His heart beating mightily,
he started around for the side en
trance to the house.
He stood in the shadow near the
steps, debating with himself as to the
wisdom of a calL He-could see the
face of the lovely girl in the arm
chair now. Leonie was asleep. Her
sweet face reminded him of a beau
tiful rose. He longed to kiss those
Mr. Dunscombe started back as a
muffled figure darted around the side
of the house.
"Hey, you!" spoke quick cautious
into the grasp of the astounded Mr.
Dunscombe, dashed away and the
startled reverend "woke up."
"Why, it's a burglary!" he gasped.
"That man took me for a confederate,
who is somewhere around. They have
chloroformed Miss Tripp and are
looting the house! I must act!" and
he dashed up the steps. The screen
door was hooked on the inside. Mr.
Dunscombe tore it open with a
wrench, darted across the floor to
the telephone and took up the re
ceiver. "Central!" he shouted, "send the
police at once to Mr. Tripp's home.
It is being burglarized!" he added excitedly.
Then, with a distracted look at the
helpless Leonie, he ran at a baseball
bat belonging to Marvin standing up
In a corner of the room, seized it and
ran out on the porch.
But his call had been heard. He
noted a racket as of some one coming
down the stairs. Then a sharp whis
tle and two slinking forms made for
the street and disappeared amid the
All the thoughts of Rev. Mr. Duns
combe were for Leonie now. He re
turned to the ell room. There was
a dead taint of chloroform in the
air. He threw up all the windows.
He dashed into the kitchen and re
turned with a wetted towel. He placed
it across the brow of the insensible
girl. She moved, sighed faintly and
breathed more freely. He hovered
about her, anxious and distressed.
Soon some one would come, he felt
Bure, in response to his message of
alarm. Ah, these were precious mo
ments. That lovely face drew him
nearer nearer. He could not help
it! The tempting lips were so close!
He pressed one fervent kiss upon
them and then drew back, aghast at
tones, "take this stuff and keep a his impusive temerity his conscience
close lookout. The girl is doped and named it "treachery."
it's a chance to ransack the rest of There was a knock at the door
the bedroomB." and there he confronted Lettie Bond,
The speaker thrust a small bag , gazing in with wonder-filled eyeSj