The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-06-22

the sofa, and Mr.. bryce and the nurse wer
: both on their knees in a moment.
''The precious. why if he hasn't beef
asleep all the time" said Mr.. bryce, kissing
/ the warm, rosy cheek; take him off to beC
directly, and bring him down to breakfast
: in the morning" at9g ID ioa ta.
} Mrs Harris just only escaped meeting
Jaggers on the stairs up which he was com
, ing, followed by Betty with faripg tallou
} candle. and looking carefully on every
stair. m'a "al
Il beg your pardon, sir, he said wi tn {
} scared look, as he opened tue room door
but have you seen my keys anywhere?
must have dropped them somewhere in the
room, / think"
"No," replied Mr.. bryce, "Tve seen moth
ing-most extraordinary he said to him
self, thinking of the child and forgetting
Jaggers.
lit is sir, very extraordinary" said the
clerk cropping on the floor and patting the
carpet with his hands. u know had them
when came up here and can't open my
desk where | keep my money"
'Oh never mind, Jaggers,' said Mr..
bryce sleepily. ''uere are couple OF
sovereigns. live find the keys, you can
have them on Boxing day; and if not, we
will have a new lock- Come, good night
Ill go down and bolt the Office door after
YOU, e. i1
Jaggers entreated his employer not to
take so much trouble and delayed SO long
that the old gentleman began to grow a
little impatient. At last he got rid of him
by giving him permission to come earls on
the following morning. when, if his keys
We're not discovered by the servant in sweep
ing, he might pick the lock. 4g
Mr.. bryce was in brown study, sitting
looking at the fire and slipping glass of hot
negus, when Mrs. Harris knocked at the
door. ~
Excuse me, sir, but have you missed
your keys 2"
Hang the key S." said Mr.. bryce, absent
ly. Il beg your pardon, Mrs Harris, sit
down moment was thinking what
Gould buy our little 10y for a nice Christmas
present
''But these keys, sir? l took them out
of the bosom of baby's frock when
undressed him. How lie got them can't
tell"
Mr.. bryce took the keys in his hands and
looked at them mechanically; then he start
ed and singled out one particular key held
it nearer the light, at the same time com
pairing it with one of bunch which he took
from his own pocket. He had turned stern
and pale.
Il want you to come down stairs with
me- Mrs. Harris" he said; 'these are the
keys MIR. Jaggers has lost, and I'm afraid |
shall want a policeman"
First the door of the great iron safe let
into the wall. Mr.. bryce knew that it was
a cunningly made lock, and thought that
no key but his would open it. 1t opened
easily with Jaggers' key, however; and from
the low'r drawer was missing all the property
which i'll those days was often kept in such
places bills, gold and notes to the value of
four thousand five hundred pounds.
With feverish haste, the old man unlocked
the desk and the brass bound box within
it. The latter contained all the missing
property, evidently placed there for imme-
date removal In the desk We're found
bills, letters and correspondence glance
at which disclosed long system of fraud
and peculation. Above all among the loose
papers, were the letters that Robert sent to
his father, and those which had been written
by himself in repentance of the harsh part
ing which had been brought about with his
lost son.
While they were looking with mute
establishment at these evidences of Jaggers ;
villainy, there came low knocking at the
door, and two men entered, one of them, a
broad brown bearded man in a half sea-
faring dress; the other policeman.
"a clerk of yours named Jaggers" said
the latter Il want to know whether he
has robbed you, or if you have reason to
suspect him. This party has given him in
custody on another charge"
There YVES loud scream, and Mrs. Har-
ris fell into the arms of the stranger, who
mad taken her aside to whisper to her
''She is my wife, said he to Mr. bryce.
Il am the person to whom you wrote, and
| have brought the remittance with me from
Australia o-nn -..4
They all went up stairs together, except
the policeman, whose question was answer
ed by recital of the events of the night,
and the present ola sovereign.
Bring down the boy and let me look at
bis dear little face" said old bryce, when
they were sitting round the fire.
The child was brought down tenderly,
and still asleep. s.a-rlI * -in
God bless him !" said the bearded
stranger. "1e's not like either of us, Ag
gy."
Like either of you !" said Mr. bryce,
surprised SLOW should he be like your
husband, Mrs. Harris ?"
Don't you know me, sir ?'' said the
stranger, taking Mr.. Dryce's hand and sit
ting in the fire light I" My name is
Robert bryce, and this is my child, whose
mother left it to the mercy of heaven, and
found that it had reachedi its natural home.
Forgive us, sir, for our chid's sake" .a, j.
Old bryce was shrewd man, but it
took an hour to make him understand if
all; events had come about so strangely.
swell, y said Robert at last, '.Pam glad
you we're in time to save the money!" =,
!" Damn the money - calculated the old
man : at least too much of it," he added,
correcting himself. ''This baby's hand
has unlocked more treasures for me than
all the Bank of England could count on
summers day.