Sept. 3, 1915. 
“How kin I take my hands down and still keep them 
up?” Webb demanded wrathfully. 
Allan chuckled. “Excuse me, that would be difficult. 
Miss Holland, I’m afraid I’ll have to tiouble you. I’m 
Sorry. Where are they, Webb? Hurry now; -I’m 
waiting.” 
“In the pocket of my shirt,” he growled reluctantly, 
a look of mingled wrath and chagrin disfiguring his none 
too beautiful countenance. 
Marie rose slowly to her feet, and crossed to where 
the constable stood. With a look of loathing that she 
didn’t even try to conceal, the girl slipped her hand into 
the man’s pocket, and brought forth a small parcel tied in 
an old red bandanna. 
pO pent Aan: directed. 
Fumbling with the clumsy knots, the girl slowly 
opened the package. From where Allan stood, he could 
see the flash of the stones, in the flickering light, and knew 
he hadn’t made a mistake in spotting his man. 
“What’s there?” he asked. 
“Four rings, two diamond pins, and a_ string of 
pearls,” she replied slowly, her eyes dwelling on the beauty 
of the jewels. 
“Correct,” Allen nodded satisfied. 
them to me.” 
The girl smiled slowly and put her hands behind her 
“Please give 
Dack, Who are your Aren’t they just as safe with 
me: ~You said you were a friend of the Pattersons, 
now——”’ she hesitated. 
“That’s right; don’t give them to him,’ Webb broke 
in nervously. ‘‘He’s the thief.” 
“Keep quiet,” Allan commanded, and directed his 
speech to the girl. “Things do look queer, | admit. I’m 
a detective from New York, whom the Pattersons sent for. 
I’ve spent the day at their house, and decided that from 
the clumsy way the thing was done it must be an amateur, 
so thought it must be one of the villagers who did the 
deed. So 1 came back here, and pretended that I had just 
arrived.” He threw back his coat. “There’s my badge. 
As for you, Webb, you’re under arrest.” 
Silently the girl placed the packet in the detective’s 
hand. 
“Thank you,” he said softly. 
will you take the pistol while I tie him up?” 
obeyed. “Have you any rope?” 
“Under the counter, behind those shoe boxes, you'll 
find all you want,” she replied, trying to steady her voice. 
Allan nodded, and taking a pair of handcuffs from his 
pocket, briefly ordered the constable to lower his hands. 
“Now,” he said slowly, as he slipped the bracelets on, 
“Mr. Webb, it will be a long time before you break into 
any more houses, or try to force a young woman to marry 
you.” 
“You mind yer business; I did it for you, Marie,” 
blurted the constable. “I did it all for you. I knowed 
they'd give a reward for the return an’ | thought if I got 
nuff money, then mabbe yer would marry me. An’ now 
if ’m——” . 
“Now, Miss Marie, 
The girl 
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“You keépy still’ Allan ‘called, as he hauled out the 
rope and dexterously tied Webb’s feet. ‘The deed accom- 
plished, he smiled cheerfully at the girl, who leaned weakly 
against the counter, the pistol grasped in her long, thin 
fingers. 
“You have been very brave,” Allan praised as he 
relieved her of the weapon. ‘Thank you once more, and 
specially for trying to shield me, when you thought I was 
the thief; oh, yes, you did,” as she tried to protest. 
‘“‘I.was never so scared in all my life,’ she confessed. 
“I never touched a pistol before. 
Mr. Allan laughed comfortingly. “Never mind that. 
It wasn’t even loaded, or I shouldn’t have given it to you. 
‘Tomorrow we can drive over to the Patterson’s and you 
can claim the reward.” 
“Mes clainea  rewardt..) Marte--exclained:s “But 1 
didn’t do anything. It was all you.” 
“No, but for you ts 
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don’t speak of it again or [’1]/—— 
“All right, but I know what I can do.”, He paused. 
“He'll be safe here for the night, won’t he?” motioning 
to where Webb lay, glowering at them. “Say, Webb,” he 
went on, “that’s where I turned the tables on you, 
didn’t [?” 
The girl cast a pitying yet oddly impersonal glance 
at the prostrate’ figtire on the floor. ““Oh,» yes, he can’t 
possibly get away.” - She turned impulsively to the detec- 
tive and held out her hand. “J want to thank you. You 
don’t know the persecutions I’ve suffered since I’ve been 
here, and you have saved me from them by arresting him.” 
Allan took the little extended hand between his own, 
and looked down on the fair young face raised to his. 
“I’m very happy to have been of service to you, and I can 
never tell you how you have assisted me. The Pattersons 
will be overjoyed at the return of their jewelry.” 
Marie crossed the store to blow out the lamp that 
still burned brightly. 
“Why, the rain is stopping,” she cried. 
Allan moved over to where she stood. ‘So it is.’” 
“Hey, ain’t you people ever coming up to supper?” 
called old Anne from the top of the stairs; deaf for years, 
she had been oblivious to the noise that had been made 
downstairs and only knew that her well-cooked supper was 
getting cold. 
“Come,” said Marie softly, threading her way anong 
the boxes, barrels, odds and ends scattered about, ‘or 
everything will be cold. After supper I'll walk up to old 
Mrs. Camp’s with you. I guess she'll put you up for the 
night,” she added with a mischievous smile. 
“First,” whispered the man, “promise me that you will 
allow me to come to Grantville very soon again to see you. 
Please,” he pleaded, his eloquent eyes bent upon her. 
And Marie, looking up, saw a wonderful light shining 
in the deep blue eyes, that seemed to be devouring her. 
Intuition told her what to say, but the man had to bend 
his head to catch her scarcely audible words, as she shyly 
promised. 
The Industrial School for Crippled and Deformed 
Children of Boston will keep its Manchester shop open 
another week. Wonderfully interesting handiwork is 
en display. Fine artistic baskets of all descriptions and 
many pretty and useful articles suitable for Christmas 
presents are displayed. The industrial committee has 
spent its money in supplying material to make these arti- 
cles and is very anxious that they be sold this summer in 
order to bring in funds to buy material for the coming 
school work, which begins in October. The older pupils 
do cane seating and orders for such would be very much 
appreciated. It is one of the most worthy institutions of 
3oston, for all can see that the little cripples are nour- 
ished in mind, body and soul by being cared for in such 
a day school and the advantage of learning a trade and 
being paid a small sum for their work is an inspiration 
to them. G. Grafton Minot is president of the school and 
the treasurer is E, Pierson Beebe, 6 Beacon street, Boston. 
