The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1869-11-25

Are you aware, she observed half mis-
chievously, that there is another tunnel
beyond, great deal darker, 100, than the
one we have lefL?'
/ 1 know it, said I With tender glance
at my fair enslaver. We are drawing near
il fast
Once more placed my arm around the
waist OF the young lady, and wrapped in
the goo@l of. the tunnel, took sweet
pledges from her lips It was gratifying
to my vanity-all good looking men are
vain, YOU know-to perceive that my love
ly companion clung more afectlonately to
me than before; indeed. | had scarcely
time to tear myself from her arms, when
we entered once more into broad dayligh
She had let her vail drop over her face and
could detect the Crimson flush through
the fac network Of lace. Her voice be-
trayed agitation as she whispered
1 have gone too far with you, sir; alas!
you have ceased to respect me.
My sweet charmer, he calculated, let
us De friends; give NE your name and ad
dress
My name and address you must never
know; | already feel half frightened to
thlak low far l have permitted myself to
We nture with stranger. Forgive and for
get!'
a firtl coquette!'
No, mol! she returned hurriedly, press
ing my hand. L am not Hirt, but dare
not. let the acquaintance proceed further.
lave pity on me! have pity!'
She looked so plea6inkly, so entreating-
ly with those soft eyes cleaning through
the silken meshes of Der vail, that could
not persuade myself to be offended with
her.
AT last she reluctantly consented to give
me her name, and handing ne pretty
embossed card, Tread:
Kate Darrell, N University Place. ;
The train had reached Thirty second
street, and L could readily see that my lair
lnamOrata grew every moment more rest
less and disturbed. First she peered out
OF the window; then she would half rise,
and cast hurried, fearful glances behind.
Already | was beginning to share the
comfortable feelings Of my companion, as
visions OF az angry papa aourishing cane
over me, rose wildly before my mind s
eye, when suddenly Miss Darrell uttered
an exclamation. and darted from the car.
L wondered at the ease and dexterity
with Whlch she descended, for the car was
propelled quite rapidly by horse power;
but my wonder and surprise were consider
ably increased when, short time after
stern looking individual entered the car
from the other side, inluisitively scanning
the face of every passenger.
'Hailo! said he rather grufly pausing
before ms, has young lady been occupy
ing this seacY ts @
Yes, sir, Il replied, somewhat discon>
ctftcd. )
Light Jockey, maron silk, and gray
cloak?' 10 -
I believe that was her costume I re-
pied sulkily. s-a'a es t
By Gadl she's given me the slip
again.! ~ ID 1855
/ Given you the slip?'
Yes, the jade, she is sharp as a needle. ;
Pray, said L, with slight sense of suf
location, may be SO bold as TO enquire if
you are the father of that young ady?'
'fatherl the devil-no, sir am de-
tective.'
Then continued [, with desperate
calmneas, who is that young Lady,
Bless your soul, she is Nancy Daconrs,
the fashionable female pickpocket. BY
Cad, sir, she has been playing her points
on you
The detective grinned, and the passen
gers, gradually omprehending the 'situa-
ton, smiled provokingly. So my beauti-
full travelling companion was nothing mofs
than member OF the swell mob, and l.
while fattering myself upon making = con
quest, in reality had been the victim Of a
designing deceiyer, and while was snatch
ing those kisses, she had dextrously re-
lieved NE of my watch and purse, and az
| never saw her or my valuables again, it
may be readily believed that was there
| after not quite as eager for rail- DAD fiirta
ton.