Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1874-05-28
But why. sir. impos siblef"

( Dut. ht. oNtIr. Nou atc ulal - 1
! the world, and know that woman is not
! proved honest because she bewitches you"
/ But, Belts, admit that though am an
! Old fool, my wife is a thorough woman,
and rs rule. suspects all her own sex,
/ yet she is positively fond OF Marie"
| Marie is clever little puss. Wherever
/ she has lived. rs man or woman. the whole
family have adored her. | have always
| thought" he went on, with sort of
| chuckle, "'that no fact about women is
more damning than the good ones are, as
a rule, the duh ones. Put spirit, sparkle,
| intellect, into any one of them, and she Is
! certain to play the devil. Has Marie
1 shown an interest in these burglares ?"
| There could be no doubt of her having
| questioned me conc erning them with in
tense cagerncss, and If spoke to my wife
about any apprehensions while she was
! present. Marie never lost worl.'
Does she know about your silver: Has
/ she any charge of your wife's diamonds: 2"
! | started. That very morning / had
shown her my safe behind a false book
/ case in my study, and asked her opinion
whether any one could mistrust those inuo-
| cent-looking encyclopedias, or suspect the
existence of a closet six feet equarc be-
tween my room and the library. | was
ashamed Of my own greennesss. but made
! a clean breast of it to Belts, who was good
enough 10 refrain from any expression Of
Lis nt,fufou Of ,,,,- ,I,.rr.t3,p
MY word for it," he cried, .'she has
been waiting to find that secret, and now
she will leave your house within forty
eight hours. Her pretcxt will be rea-
sonable one, and she will promise to return
but when she does return she will bring
her gang at her heels 10 rob your home for
YOU.
The ldca Of connecting our pretty Maria
with such outrages filed me with horror.
rejected It strenuously.
believe or not a you like" he return
ell With a ,hruy $50 long as YOU only fol-
lOw my advice. Just ont OF curiosity, take
home little dog with you, and see II
Marie does not set to work to bewitch it
OF leaving your house telegraph to me"
Our Interview lasted another hour.
When len him went to dog fauciers
and bought q little yclpin- black-and tan
spaniel and carried him home with me.
ir was approa ching dinncr-tirne when ar
rived. and my wife was in her room sitting
before the mirror with Marie biaidns her
hair. cu:crcd was my habit, and .It
down by the fire, AMI let tie 4irl draw on
my boots aud bring my slippers in her
usual way. Il seemed an uumanly treason
10 suspect her a. she moved about me with
her bright s,nic anl easy grace, rarely
spoke, unless actually addressed, but her
intentions OF any ones wishes amounted
absolutely to genius.
Whom diI you seen III toNnt" inquir-
sd my wife,"
Don't spclkfof IT," said looking fear
fully about. a. If the wall, had cars, .'but
| was with Belts, the detective. You
must not repeat what say, Marie
Never, monsieur" cried Marie
The fAct H." proceeded, sinking my
voice into a sepulchTal whisper, that gang
of masked burglars have been traced 70
New Orleans, aud may be arrested by this
time"
Then hope, dear said my wife laugh
lng, that you Will again sleep sounlly
III your BED. After YOU got up lat night
ior the fourth time to promenade about
pistol in hand,.I decided It might be better
to eat oil pewter and wear French gilt
jewelry than 10 lead such life"
|, too, laughed, and stretched my legs
comfortably. "Yes, | mean to sleep like
. Ch.istion hereafter, besides, | have
brought home dog"
"A dog" exclaimed Marie. startled.
"Ies." turned and looked at her at
tentively. DO you like dogs
Sh. protested vehemcntly that she loved
dogs better than anything in the world;
and when Jingle, the spaniel was pro1uc
ed. it Was % pretty a sight to see her play
ing with him that was freshly incensed
with Belts for putting his cursed suspic-
ions into my head. She took the little
beast to bed with her, believe, and next
morning he would obey her lifted finger.
That very day she received a letter from
Madam De Sturges, her former mistress,
asking her TO cone in and pass few
hours with her before she left for New Or
leans. Marie carried the letter to Mrs.
Powers. Madame wishes to talk to IN e
about Mile. Helen" pleaded the girl,
with tears in her eyes. '.To-morr ow will
be the birthday of the pIlyre angel, who
lies at tic bottom OF the cruel sea-"
Poor Madame De Sturges," exclaimed
my wife. touched at the thought of the sor-
rowing mother; you must spend to-mor-
row with her Marie. Go in at o'clock
and come back at So kr
Marie was grateful, and told melting
stories about the pauvre angel-her beauty.
her piety, her intelligence-and nothing
could equal my wife's symp athy, and when
The girl went into town the next morning
she actually carried note to Madame De
Sturges, written ia my wife's very best
French.
Meanwhile had telegraphed Marie's
proposed movements to Belts, and now,
with some nervousness. awaited events.
The detective had warned me that she
would win the dogs affection that she
would leave the house. promising to re-
turn. Two of these predictions were al
ready verified; but if Marie came back l
could laugh at his suspicious, and regard
them as fancy.
But Marie did not return at o'clock;
telegram arrived in her stead from Mad
ame De Sturges, saying that she had kept
the girl, and would write at leng tn and ex-
plain. Next morning a letter was eceived
from her lady. She told my wife she was
i'll. yet obliged to travel, homesick in a
strange land, without familiar woman's
face near her, and that she persuaded. al
mo o t forced, Marie to remain and set out
wit her and her husband for New Orleans