The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-01-30

kept lowering about it and looking in
His inquisitive eyes had of course caught
sight of the pretty face in there alone, and
could see that he was making up his
mind to join her; but he seemed doing it in
a most careless and languid manner He
was no gentleman for that reason, said to
myself yet his dress was handsome, and the
hand that played with his long, dark beard
was small and fashionably gloved. Glancing
still into the far corner of that one first
class compartment, he fingered until the
last moment was come; then, quite leisure
ly, he walked up to the door, opened it,
entered the carriage, and in an instant the
door was banged to behind him. Without
the least hesitation l went up to the win
dow, and stood near it while the lamp was
fitted in the compartment The gentleman
was standing up within, drawing on dark
overcoat the young lady in the distant
corner was looking from the window as if
even the half darkness was better to look
at than this companion. Mortified good
deal at the failure of my scheme for her
comfort, Invent on to my van, beside which
the detective waited for me.
No go, you see," he muttered Grossly
"and yet it seemed to me SO likely that
they'd take this train"
81 don't see how it should seem likely"
| answered, for hadn't gone with him in
the idea. "It doesn't seem to me very
likely that three such slSillful thieves as you
are dodging, who did their work in this
neighborhood SO cleverly two nights ago,
should leave the station any night by the
very train which the police watch with
double suspicion"
Having nothing better to do, l wondered
a good deal how these thieves could arrange
their getting away while the walls were
covered with the description of them, and
every official on the line was posted in it.
There was no doubt about their being three
very dextrous knayes, but then our detec-
tive force was very dextrous too, though
they weren't knaves land do believe the
greater dexterity is generally on the knavish
side, and SO it was odd that the descrip-
tion still was ineffective and the offered re-
ward unclaimed. read over again the
bill in my pocket which described the rob-
bers. Edward Capon, alias Captain
Winter alias John Pearson, alias Dr. Glow:
thick-set, active man, of middle height
and about fifty years of age; with thick
iron-gray hair and whisllers, dark gray eyes
and an aquiline nose. Mary Capon,
his wife, tall woman of forty; with hand
some, fair face, quantity of very red hair
and cut across her under lip. Edward
Capon, their son, slightly built youth of
not more than fifteen or sixteen Though,
for the matter of that, / thought he might
have had cunning enough for twice his age)
with closely-cut black hair and delicate
features"
We all knew the description well enough,
and for two days had kept our eyes open,
hoping to identify them among the passen-
gers. But our scrutiny had all been in
vain; and as the train rushed on, felt how
disappointed the police at Euston would be
when we arrived again without even IT,
dings Of them.
Twas soon tired OF this subject, and went
back to worrying myself about the sad
looking, yellow-haired girl who had so evil
IDENTITY wished to travel alone, and been so
successfully foiled in the attempt by that
intrusive fop with the handsome beard
Foolishly kept on thinking of her, until,
as we were dashing along like lightning
through Che wind and darkness, only fifteen
or twenty minutes from Chalk Farm, the
bell in my van rang out with sharp and
sudden summons. never wondered for a
moment who pulled the cord. Instinctively
knew, and it was the carriage furthest
from my van! left my place breathlessly
as the engine slackened speed, and, hasten
ing along the footboard, hesitated at no
window until reached the one from which
/ felt quite sure that frightened young
face would be looking out My heart liter
ally beat in dread as / stopped and looked
into the carriage. What did / see? Only
the two passengers buried In their separate
corners The young lady raised her head
from the book she held, and looked up at
me astonished-childishly and wonderingly
astonished.
" Has anything happened to the train 9'
she asked timidly.
The gentleman reused himself leisurely
from a seemingly snug nap. "What on
earth has stopped us in this hole ?" he said,
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