Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1866-08-09

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on his fingers. Third, he wore
nustsche and no heard. Fourth, h
manners were precisely Of that quie
pnbtrusive kind that Mrs. Bore
hid named.
| There, There are four reason
which influenced me in my eonciu
SION; ani whether wise ones or no
il themselves, they were the basis G
ny judgment. So it was not intui
tibn.
I fThe train moved slowly away, an
presently We plunged into the blscI
drksess of that long and gloom
Tunnel. Shall ever forget it?
All my senses were keenly on tn
stert- I drew off my gloves to b
! prepared for action, if / should b
called on. Ihsd barely done SO whel
felt movement OF the hand an,
arm Of my companion.
aIastantly I put oct my hand; i
touched hissshef made motion L
draw it away; but / grasped it firmly
by the wrist, and with my other hant
endeayored to draw my pocket boel
/ from his clutch; but he would no
yield it. l felt as strong as tigres:
in that exciting moment, and cluus
with both my hands to HE, deter
mined to scream for help il be tried
toleaye the scat
Oh, how slowly the train seemed
TO drag on through that intermiuablC
tunnel. Would the light never come:
Atlength the light did come.
turned my eyes on the msn with q
look that l meant should pierce him
to the quick. He returned my gaze
with interest -
swell, Sirr' said /.
swell, Madam be rejoined.
"My pocket t-book, if you please,
Sir" l altered, with whitening en-
phssis.
t,s'Your pocket bookF'
d.'Yes, Sir, and again endcavored
to draw it from his grasp.
"Gently!" said he; - bolieve the
pocket book is my ownl''
Why did not faint 1 hardly knew,
for it WAS indeed. true; the pocket
book he held in his hand vas not
mine.
i dropped his hand quickly, and as
quickly thrust my own into nv pock-
et Hound my porte,monnaie was
safe .l
nOh, Sir" 1 cried. in unspeakable
ichsgrin; "whst can ! ssy TO you?''
NO need to say anything, Mad.
am," said he, in the kind tones of q
true gentleman. II perceive the
nature Of your mistake You thought
me pickpocket 1t is uncompli-
mentary," he suiled, "but not mex.
eusable."
the remainder of the days ride
WAS q most,delightfnl one. Weeks
,sf ordinary aequalntanceship in So
ciety could hardly have placed us on
q more confidential footing than did
this ridiculous blunder of mine.
was determined to show my COM
panion that hsd q trusting faith in
his true gentlemanliness, all the more
unreserved because of the base sus-
picion l had entertained; and / did
show it.
We chatted all day long. He was
going TO Avon too; and it seemed he
knew Brother Fred quite well in
business way, having met him in
Wall Street. He gave me his busi-
ness card, by which l saw that his
name was William Baird. When he
surrendered me into mothers hands
al Avon, he said, with droll look
"Your daughter came near having
her pocket picked, Mira. Howard.
Hence our acquaintance"
Then i had 10 tell the story; and
not to conceal any part of my folly,
I did not even omit to mention the
reasons which had influenced me in
believing Mr.. Baird to be 3 pick [,
pocket.
"The rings I wear, Miss Howard"
said Mr.. Baird, 'do look little |
fashy, perhaps"
"0h no." said "three such plain |
gold rings as those"
"But they are each gifts from val
ued friends, and worn for their sake. !
not because / have : taste for such /
(
Well, this is the story of my adj /
venture last June, and it was enough /
20 last me a lifetime; for my pick I
pocket" las often call him) stole !
ny heart, and we are to be married I
n the fall. need not explain who /
s to be my travelling companion next !
in the ride to our summer re- |
,ort.-Harper's Heskly. !