Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-01-19

leave the papers, trusting that fatuitous
blindness which so often lads criminals to
retain the damning proof of their guilt. The
justice Of romances suggested itself to my
mind; you know the true willis always hid
den somewhere undestroyed, the fatal letter
always found, the deed or certificate lost for
years, but not forever, and | felt sure these
letters would wait for me. Was not the
servant of Nemesis? So l re-locked the
desk, lifted the true key with its bit of blue
ribbon to its hiding place again. and placed
the false key in the lock. Then crept away
to think it all over
In the hall | met my sweet, sad Louise,
with that new look of desolateness in her
face. kissed my hand to her. She stop
ped instantly, and winding her dear arms
about my neck said, softly, You will always
love me, won't you, Charlie?'
Yes, [ will. and every one else shall too, !"
answered stoutly, at which her smile was
sadder than tears could have been, and pass
ed on.
You may be very sure kept close watch
of the yellow haired Emily during the days
which followed. Many a lone revery of hers
had me for spectator, peering through a
key hole or the crack of door, or with one
eye bent on her from behind curtain. |
knew her reveries meant mischief One
afternoon my vigilance had its reward. My
mother asked Emily if she would get her
some silk when she went out, and Emily
answered sweetly, Il thought | should not
go out this afternoon | have headache /;
but rather than disappoint you ="
Ofcourse my mother interrupted her with
letting her 90. A little after | asked, Just
to see what she would say, "Will you buy
me little ivory skull this afternoon, Emily,
if give you the money? There's man
things"
I'm not going out, Charlie" she said
shortly.
Under these circumstances thought best
to be on guard in the drawing room, SO [
went quietly down, climbed over the back of
the antique sofa, and so down into my lurk-
ing place. There. with that horrible, fas-
cinating book, "Frankenstein, under my
head, lay dreaming and waiting. Pres
emily the door bell rang. and Philip came,
inquiring for Emily, only Emily. l heard
her quick step on the staircase, and she gil
ded into his arms could it be that it was
into his arms? A subtle instinct told me it
was so. Philips voice was changed from
the old light tones, and there was no tender
ness in it, though he called her darling"
Here is the package, he said. which |
wish you to return to Louise with my for
giveness. She will soon see her heartess-
ness has not destroyed my happiness - aud
he laughed bitterly.
Dear Philip murmiured Emily's false,
sweet Toice.
Emily, you are the only true woman
know after all My lite shall be devoted to
you"
"-And you love me, Phiiip?' she asked
longingly. r"O
you know my loves not worth much !;
such as ii is now you may have it, Emily, y
and his tones we're reckless. Let us have
it over at once. Can you be ready TO- night
1T eevenIss'
Yes" SIZE answered breathlessly.
II will have a carriage here at that hour
When the clock strikes you must come down
all ready. You will find me there and will
carry you away 1T 6nce. A pleasant surprise
to Louise tomorrow morning to find her
lover SO easily consoled! Shs hardly knows
how frequently We have met.
DO pot rIarry me only from pique -
said Emily, with touch of sadness which
was real, think.
Il simply ask you, will you marry me,
Emily?' was all his answer; and Emily
said Yes" without hesitation.
did not want to come out and denounce
then, then and there | had better plan
so Philip went at last, no wiser than he came,
and Emily fed to her room full of her plots
while climbed out of my ambush, and lay
down as any one else might on the sofa,
thinking my own thoughts. l wanted those
letters now, quick, too-how could l secure
them? could think of no opportunity till
tea time, unless fortune favored. Fortune
did favor about an hour after, for young
lady in silk and velvet came to call ON Emily
As the servant besitated, not having receiv-
ed instructions, called out from the draw
irg room, Emily is at home; she is up in
her room. I'll call her,
So the young lady swept in and took a
seat I'm high glee went up to Emily 5
room and raped On the door.
Emily, there's Flora McFlimsey down in
the drawing room to see you.
Tell her I'm not az home, Charlie.
20, but ! can't, Emily; | have already
told her you were up stairs, and L would
call you.
Then suppose l must go down ! she
said, in a tone of vexation, and came out,
carefully closing and locking the door after
her. So much the better! knew another
way to reach her room-by going through
my mothers, and my mother had gore her
self for her silk, so there was no danger of
being waylaid. This plan succeeded, and l
stepped boldly into the pretty chamber,