The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1874-11-27

,hat this apps.i.ion was noen.uSi III, ~ Ruth
dener,s boy, who was great ANY ], az Ma ma, /
In these adventures, and who plaSeu "a. h's spd
bv the customary means Of saeeS ., tho
no,e with phosphorized mange," u, J'.annad
ton. This gardeners boy tnen aus s.ayL;na
lint the instant he began 10 DC sesu ' Ssr,,ht
among the tombs. R'golot raiseu !,
JOYOUS laugh-without quan ,.na ~ moot
iumped from bis grave, ana "a'heu w 49, eor
him. The ghost was not uhp.ePta,,,e a ,yi
this move, and reccded; higoios io'p Sa.
The ghost, thoroughly mystned. oIoke
ground; then. seeing the FreDchmah con-
tinue to approach, turned tail ana ran. hele'
upon Rigolots merry voice rang out 10 re-
terated peals, and he called out, with Won
derful intrepidity and archness:
"Come. don't be afraid of me, my good
ghost. / am only mon. Accept c'g1-
ret"!
Ruth was abashed rs we made our way
home. There was no doubt Rigolot had got
the best of the first bout, and suggested
the propriety of dispensing him from tne
burglar ordeal. But the arrangements had
already been made. The gardeners boy, a
young city gentleman named TuttIe, VINO
had been sworn into the conspiracy, ana my
self had all rehearsed for climbing into klgo'
lots balcony with, Grape masks on our races !,
and both Ruth and futile anticipated 700
much good fun from this perfof nance
| TO be banked of it. Well, 1t was gooo Iun,
after all, especially for futile. pass over
the congratulations which Rlgoiot received
on his return from the ghost expedition, ana
come at once to the small hour OF 3 ID the
morning, when the gardener, Tuttle, ana l,
found ourselves climbing q ladder under
Risolot's balcony, each with horse-plstoi 10
his hand. futile led the way, and being
provided with glszier's instrument for cut
ting glass, coolly removed pane, passed ms
hand through the aperture, opened the VIE
dow, and walked in. He had some difficulty
in suppressing bis grlns, but he did not grin
long.
have never heard for certain what actu-
ally ensued; but 1t seems that Rigolot was
awoke by the noise, faint as it was, and see
ing burglar, Qhere was night-llght on the
chimney-place,) eaped aut of bed, flew to q
drawer, and extracted revolver, thence
let fly the whole six barrels at Tuttte with
outa word Of warning. In saying six bar
relS, however, it is fair TO mention that Tut.
lie did not wait for any barrels after the
| first !; for in one bound be was on the bal
cony, and in a second he had dropped bead
| long onto the fl5wer-bed, twenty feet below,
| without so much as touching the ladder.
| The gardener and | followed in state OF
| emotion which you may be left to imagine /;
| for we heard the bullets crashing with fear.
| ful bangs through one pane after another.
But possibly Rigolot did not really aim at
any of us; for it was noticed atterward that
all the bullets went through the upper paneS.
| Well, Rigolot triumphed in two trials, but
| ~ hnfn
| that day. ALI the morning there had been
| panic.stricken talk among the city-men about
! the presumed burglary Of the night, and
| Rigolot had given his version of that start
ling episode to couple of policemen who
| were sent for from the village. He was calm
| in his account, and strictly modest. In fact,
his attitude was such as would have given
any ordinary young lady the highest opinion
of him. And yet, toward o'clock Ruth
Cumleigh, her face sparkling with mischief,
suddenly passed through the room where l
! was, and, beckopiDg to me with her finger,
said:
"Just stand behind the door, Mr.. Trefoil
and you'll see."
Rigolot was seated, reading. He rose and
abruptly exclaimed
"Wbat is the matter, Mademoisele? You
are crying"
$50, never mind me, Monsieur Rigolot ;
it's only for papa l care; he has just re.
ceived letter announcing his ruin"
"Good heavens Ruined -
"Yes, complete ruin. 1t seems he will
not be able to save shilling. o, dear to
think he should suffer like this !"
"Ruined !" exclaimed Rigolot with an
! extraordinary outburst of feeling. cab,
Mademoiselle, forgive me for saying hard
zing, but am half glad Of this. Yes had
long loved you, but you were rich, and |
| feared my attentions might be miSjudged.
But now zat l am richer IAN you, say, my
beautiful, darling Ruth, you will be mine!"
And hereon /, behind the door, heard
something not unlike kisses, protests, then
more kissing.