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.. THE CORAL NECKLACE
By John Bundy Matthews.
Old Zekiel Grow, butler, coachman,
in fact general major domo of the
Brunelle household gave a shiver and
a gulp. Then his long scrawny fists
went up in the air.
"Now then, blow the top of his
head off, if he lets out a whimper or
movjes a ninch. The mischief!"
One of the two highwaymen had
abruptly entered the hall of the Bru
nelle home that calm summer after
noon to startle poor, faithful old
Zekiel half out of his wits. The light
face mask he wore had suddenly
come loose. Old Zekiel stared, sput
tered, looked appalled. Then the
main malefactor ran up the stairs.
He evidently had studied the lay of
the ground previous to this actual
moment of the raid. Instantly he
chose the most pretentious and bou
doirlike of the sleeping apartments.
A score of pretty tokens of feminine
vanity and daintiness upon the bu
reau guided the intruder.
The latter pulled open the drawers
with true professional rapidity. He
tossed over their contents swiftly.
At last his hands closed about a rich
ly inlaid box. It was locked, but he
drew a chisel from his pocket and
roughly pried off the cover.
"It's a rich haul, just as I knew it
would be," he chuckled gleefully
"now for a get-away!"
The marauder transferred the glit
tering baubles in the box to his pock
ets, tossed their former receptacle
into a corner of the room and de
scended the stairs in three bounds.
Old Zekiel stood as he had left him
rigid, erect, looking into the barrel
of the gleaming weapon presented by
thief No. 2.
"Gentlemen " began Zekiel, mild
ly and beseechingly.
"Stow that!" growled the man who
had led in the foray. Then he whip
ped out a revolver from his hip pock-1
et, dealt Zekiel a sharp blow on the
head with its butt and the old man
sank to the floor dazed, half stunned
and as if in a trance saw the two
robbers mount their horses outside
and swiftly disappear.
One hour later Judge Brunelle and
his daughter drove up to their home
to find old Zekiel in a frantic state of
agitation. The judge looked serious,
and pretty lone sat down and cried
as if her heart would break, when she
ascertained that the neartless de
spoilers had made off with all her
jewelry and keepsakes.
"It was Black Donald," asserted
ZekieL "Judge, I saw him I know
"Nonsense!" dissented the Judge.
"Black Donald went "to New Mexico
two years ao."
"Then he's come back again," de
clared ZezieL "I'd swear to him,
The judge forthwith consulted the
police. Two years previously, back
in their mountain fastnesses, the des-