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Show "don't you use me rough, and don't you hit me on the beak." Xoxt evening at sunset the girl set out for her customary walk through the glen. She always went alone. Mr. Salsbury Jenkins had often offered to go with her, hut, although exceptionally excep-tionally gracious to him at other times, she had acknowledged his suggestion sug-gestion with a glance which, in another an-other person, would have been a stony glare. This time he did not offer. of-fer. He watched her cisippear in the woodland path and then he followed fol-lowed her. The glen was a wild and weird and lonely place, especially after sun- On the log sat Kenn5y auij Ch girl. "Dear little girl," the man was saying, say-ing, "next time I'll come with you, Instead In-stead of meeting you dov.n here." It was the trystiug place. "Darn 'em," said Mr. Salsbury Jenkins to himself, "that's what's brought her down here every night!" He carefully retraced his stepo. "Can you tell me," inquired Mr. Salsbury Jenkins later, of the hotel clerk, "what is the next train up to ' the city?" The clerk looked up. "Six fifty-five," fifty-five," he replied. Then, seeing who it was. "But, my, you're not going Mr. Salsbury Jenkins Idea. BY WILLIAM A. OSBORNE. (Copyright. 1H02. by Daily Stcry Pub. Col Mr. Salsbury Jenkins stepped out upon the hotel porch under the firs of inquisitive glances with an eaey nonchalance of manner, which conns only with long practice. He was t'J.e latest arrival. He lit his cigar a;id gazed with an indifferent curior.ity upon the crowd. Mr. Salsbury Jenkins Jenk-ins was an observer especially of women, and he speedily made up his mind that the girl in the pink dimity at the end of the piazza was the one girl in the crowd. Having reached this conclusion he rested not until he had been formally introduced having so soon? What's matter? Not afraid of the girls?" Mr. Salsbury Jenkins was not afraid of the girls, no hut of tho girl that was t, different matter. And, then, too, he was a bit ap-pr. ap-pr. heusive as regards the tramp. "After a:," sighed Mr. Salsbury Jenkins, "New York's the place!" "Duncan," said the girl to Kennedy, Ken-nedy, later, "do you mind, Duncan, if sometimes I call you Masterson." "Call me anything, my darling," re-turned re-turned Kennedy. "I'll come to you when you call." been formally introduced he improved his opportunity. A day or two later he sat on the railing looking down upon the girl, as she reclined in an easy chair. She laid down a book, with a sigh. "What do you think of it?" queried Mr. Jenkins. "Perfectly lovely," returned the girl. "Masterson, the hero, is such a fine fellow the kind of man who's strong and brave and risks hi3 life for women, and really accomplishes things. I could fall in love with a man like that. I'm tired of the rest. the kind who talk all day about books nnrl t h a thootor- tho mCfQ and fnlf r - - A t. ' Masterson was so different." Mr. Jerkins winced. For two days ho had held forth upon golf and the races, thu theater and books. Still, he thought, complacently, of his manly man-ly appearance, and he considered that he would push Masterson, the book's hero, close for second place. But It was up to him now to make an impression im-pression to prove his supremacy. He preferred to eclipse Masterson if possible. To t'dis end he racked bis brain. And then a s'jblime idea occurred (o him; the myre he thought of It the more he liked it and as he contemplated con-templated it, he thought it must end In but one way with the girl's arms Rrouud his neck, like the heroinp's Rbout the neck of Masterson. This idea was not entirely original he had read of it In fiction; but it was, he considered, without precedent in real life. It was to place the girl in a situation of apparent danger, from which, without danger to himself, he would gloriously rescue her. It was a great Idea and Mr. Jenkina worked it out. . "Well, mister," said the tramp, glancing doubtfully at Mr. Jenkins' "Stop, mister! No, no, no! Not on the beak!" down. Mr. Jenkins felt that keenly but he pressed on after the girl. Os-casionally Os-casionally he caught glimpses of her but finally he lost her. Suddenly he heard a wild scream a woman's scream her scream. For an instant it froze his blood. Then he braced up and sprinted on ahead, shouting as he went he, the deliverer deliv-erer in a reassuring voice. He reached the spot. The first thing he saw was the girl he caught sight of her through an opening in the leaves. She was standing near a tree, her eyes opened wide with Fright? No, with interest. She was gazing Intently In-tently at some spectacle, Jenkins knew not what. Her expression for an instant gave him pause. Then he stepped forward, cautiously, rather rath-er than impetuously, as he had intended. in-tended. As he did so, he heard fierce imprecations in one voice, guttural entreaties en-treaties in another. And then he saw that his tramp was being beaten and pounded unmercifully by some young giant, in the most approved manner. For awhile the tramp put up a real or pretended resistance then he weakened. "Don't, don't, mister," he pleaded. "Ain't yer got yer money's worth! Stop, Mister! No! no! no! not on the beak!" he screamed in agony. For his opponent had planted a vigorous blow upon that already fractured m;mber. He followed it by another blow that sent the. tramp sprawling. The tramp, seizing his chance, scrambled scram-bled to his feet, and scampered through the underbrush and out of si;ht. As he did so, the girl, with a cry, sprang forward and threw herself into the man's arms, clinging closely round his neck. "Duncan oh, Duncan!" she cried. "Duncan, my preserver!" The man b?!d her close, nnd bent down and kissed her, not once, but many times. A a he did so, Jenkins saw his lace, end knew him. It was Kennedy Duncan Kennedy, a mining engineer, a fmest at the hotel. I-'or the moment Mr. Jenkins was evercome. He sank upon the ground. WVm he recovered his equilibrium ne found that they had disappea-e-1 but, hearing the sound of voices on Ills riht, he moved in that direction. He came to a small opening. In tho middle of it was an old log. 'What do you think of it?" queried Mr. Jenkins. veil-padded shoulder "I'll tell you -how it is. I stood up once to have a man knock me down for five dollars it was John L. what did it. An' he bioke me nose. I don't want no more of it. I don't want you to use me rough." Mr. Jenkins reassured him. "Well, then, I'll go you, mister I'm not much on scaring women, but ( s'pose I could do it on a pinch. All ight, I'll go you. 0;;ly," he added. |