The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1872-09-13
No, it wouldn't be right" | said,
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No, ii wouldn't be right" l SAID,
hesitatingly.
heard him chuckle:
First step toward it; she begins to
talk OF what is right"
thought Of my poor girl out to work
by the week, and so anxious TO get an
education, and I'm sure it isn't to be
wondered at if did begin to think OF
setting a price. But | said not a word
Look here! III put five hundred
dollars in good sound gold under the
door, and you can count 1t as l push 1t
through piece by piece, if you'll only
let me out of this cursed hole. I'm
smotheIing."
"Try some chloroform," whispered
through the keyhole.
Course the chloroform wiz you let
me out 2"
had light by this time, and had
slipped into calico-wrapper and my
slippers.
"If | got the money, how could let
him out of the closet ?" | wondered.
81 shouldn't dare to meet him he'd
rob me again, and perhaps murder me. I"
But | SAID, I'll take the gold," resolv-
ing that would try to get out of it some
way, Just for the sake of poor Rebecca,
who so much wanted to go to school.
"Your heart is in the right place" he
said, and the next moment big round
gold piece came through the wide crack
under the door
| couldn't withhold an exclamation
of delight.
ats right enough now, isn't it? he
sneered. "Thercs nothing like gliding
over our sins little. Bah all the
worlds alike! Here goes another, and
another. Count fast, my pious damsel.
| dare say there's no confessional in
your Church"
is there in yours ?"
dwell, if there was, gold gets into
that sometimes, they say. Hold fast
there you've got the last clinker: now
set me free"
"Wait a minute"
" But | won't wait. | swear | won't"
"Can you help yourself?" | said,
coolly.
"Well, no, not much, but I'm smoth.
ering in here. Can't you take pity on
a poor fellow"
"Sit down flat on the floor" | said.
heard him plump down as obedient
as a schoolboy.
What neXt?"
| turned to the kitchen-door to see if
the lock was all right. Then | turned
the key with a sharp click, which
sounded to me like the report of pis.
toll.
"There !" l cried, and sprang into
the kitchen, locking the door behind
me.
He came out OF his prison swearing
like trooper.
"Sharp old Satan, she's locked her.
self up somewhere" trying the kitchen
door as he spoke. Goodnight, Mad
anne De'il-good-night You've got
the best of this. You have robbed me.
Good-night-get down and say your
prayers"
And | did. What is more, | CRIED
like baby over my money, thinking
what 1t would bring to US.
never saw the strange burglar again
and in few weeks Rebecca was com
fortably established at school. No one
ever knew wh.re the money came from
An uncle died about that time, anC
some of my neighbors shrewdly sus
pected that he had left us something
but had nothing to say upon the sub
.ject.
About six months after my adven
ture, brother Joe came to me one day
and said that he had been stopped II
the street by strange man that morn
ing, and that he had begged him to say
to Madame Qumby that the friH of hei
nigttcap ,oaS just a little too ,0idei So say
ing, he passed on. "What did i
mean" Joe asked.
Nothing, only that he was crazy"
answered, quickly ; but my face was a
red as blaze.