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Show THE TRESPASSER ; i1 By LOUISE OLIVER. l'rlscllln, ns fresh ns the morning, gripped the KtoerlnR wheel of her roiid-stcr roiid-stcr preparatory to turning n sharp curve In the rowl, when around th corner cntnrmltetl a sinnll boy who shed apples ns he ran, hlouse, pocket and arms full to overllowlng. The look of terror In the fugitive's eyes went to Prlscllln's heart. Involuntarily Invol-untarily her foot went to the brake and her hand to the door. "Hop In 1" she cried, and Dickie needed no sec- ond Invitation, but tumbled In, apples 'vT'W and nil, Just as a man came around ' the corner brandishing a hastily pro cured switch, A As tha llttlo car whizzed past, he caught n glimpse of his enemy riding away to safety and peace bcsldo the pretty representative of a family he hod no reason whatever to love. "What was ho nfter you for?" queried quer-ied Prlscllla a little sternly. "Why," answered Dick, "I was going along the road and I got klnda hungry ond I saw those trees In the orchard all full of apples and a good many on the ground, and I thought I'd eat one. But there was so many and I didn't know which ono to take, so I thought I'd take several. Say, you're nwfully nice to save me. Don't you want an apple?" "Ho, thank you. But I'm going to take them all, little boy, You see,, you didn't menn to 'steal, but you did, and after I take you home' I'm going to take the apples back to Mr. Crlswell." Once In town, they sought the street upon which the culprit lived and Prlscllla Prls-cllla delivered him to his mother, and then with her cargo of stolen fruit she turned back to the farm. "I rather wish," she sold thoughtfully, thought-fully, "that It were anyone else but that old Mr. Crlswell. IIo Is likely to be very unpleasant. I wonder If Bob's at home!" The name drought a soft flush to her cheeks, but In the depths of. her blue eyes lay the shadow of trouble. Her thoughts went back to' I the tliAe when her father's farm Joined the Crtswell's and when she and Bob had gone to the district school together. to-gether. They had been companions always, al-ways, then sweethearts. But coal had been found on a strip of land between the two farms, a strip which both families had claimed to own for years. Tho coat had mado a bad situation worse, and Bob and l'rlscllln were forbidden for-bidden to speak to one another. "I've brought back the apples the llttlo boy took," said Prlscllla to Mr. Crlswell when he came to the door to answer her ktiock. "You folks aren't always so particular particu-lar about giving people what Is Justly theirs," remnrked the old man oddly, l'rlscllln turned to go. Ikr silence) merdy Infuriated ttie old man. "I . Just want to tell you," bawled he, gm !9 "that If you ever wrlto another letter B to Bob I'll burn It, so you might us m well save yourself the trouble. No 9 wonder you can sport around hi an M automobile of your own, spending HJ money that Justly belongs to other II people." HJ Ono day, a week later, Prlscllla In I her car was passing the Crlswell farm H when she picked up a passenger, In fact tho same passenger who hud been fleeing from Mr. Crlswell's wrath a few days before. "Ooi!ffc my way, Dickie? Whero havo you beeu today?" to-day?" "Cntchln' chubs down in Crlswell's creek." "Tho old man will get after you again for trespassing 1 What huve you got there?" "That! Oh, I guess it's coal. Say, tho funniest thing. I almost forgot about It. While I was slttln' there on tho bnnk above tho creek two men came along and stopped. They didn't see me, hut I could hear what they were talking about. Ono of them says, 'It's coal nil right.' An' tho other ono says, 'Yes, the vein runs over this way, too. You were right, Bill. All our digging nln't for nothlu' uow. Old Crlswell mustn't know a thing mi' wo'll .buy his farm for a .figure ho . can't rcfuso." Prlscllla turned her car. "Dickie, I saved you ono day, now you do something some-thing for me, will you? I'm going to toko you to Mr. Crlswell and I want you to tell him ull you told we." So Prlscllla and Dick drove back to the Crlswells and Dick told his wonderful won-derful tnlo. "Humph I Thcso men nro In tho kitchen now," said tho old man, "tho sncakln' thieves. So, sonny, you say you can show mo tho ploco they've boon dlggln' and I've got realty truly coal on my Ian? Just watt! I'll tell them I hnvo to havo n week to think it over. Then I'll go with you to tho spot. Miss Prlscllla, If you and Bob enro to go along, maybo you'd llko to hunt him up. He's somewhere around tho barn." "Bob, oh, Bob, whero nro you?" called j'riscllla blithely. Bob stuck his hend over the edgo of the hay loft. ,4 "Havo I died nnd gono to heaven, or i, 9 lmH "' millennium come? It Is really you, Prlscllla, dear? What's happened?" hap-pened?" "Como down nnd I'll tell you," sho laughed. Your fnthcr sent mo to get youl I think tho millennium 1ms come.'.' Dlcklo's story proved to bo true, Mr, Crlswell mado a fortune from his coal nnd ho Is now trying to moko up for his gruff iimnnor toward his' pretty new daughter-in-law. And" Dickie can hnvo nil tho apples ho wants. (Copyrleht, 1910, liy tho MrClnre Newspaper Newspa-per Hyndlcaio.) I |