siders an impression that they had come as escorts. The girls were so upset over it that Laura wrote me that Jessie was actually sick. Two days after that, when the girls were out walking one evening, Jasniff and Merwell followed them, and right on the main street, near the post-office, they came up and commenced to talk and Merwell said to Laura, loud enough for half a dozen folks to hear: 'You've got to keep your word—you can't go back on us like that.' And Jasniff added: 'Yes, you girls were glad enough to let us give you a good time before, down at the Rainbow.' The Rainbow is a ten-cent moving-picture place, and a low one at that. Of course there wasn't a word of truth in it, but Merwell and Jasniff gave folks the impression that Laura and Jessie had been going out with them, and you know how such reports spread in a small town like Crumville."
"The hounds!" exclaimed the senator's son, wrathfully. "They should have been run out of town!"
"Why didn't the girls tell your folks?" asked Phil.
"They did, as soon as they got home, and my father, Uncle Dunston, and Mr. Wadsworth went out to look for Merwell and Jasniff, but they were not to be found. But that was only the beginning. The next day an old lady came to the house with a letter she had picked up in the post-office. It
