The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1875-06-23

banked of it. Well, it was not such
good fun after all especially for Tuttle.
j pass over the congratulations which
Rigolt received on his return from the
ghost expedition, and come at once to
the small hour of three in the morning
when the gardener, Tuttle, and found
ourselves climbing a ladder under
Rigolt's balcony, and each with a
horse pistol in his hands. Tuttle led
the way, and being provided with
GLACIERS instrument for cutting glass,
cody removed a pane, passed his
hand through the aperture, opened the
window, and walked in. He had some
difficulty in suppressing his grins, but
he did not grin long.
have never heard for certain what
actually ensued; but it seems that
Rigolt was awoke by the noise, faint
as it was, and seeing burglar-there
was a night-light on the chimney piece
-leaped out of bed, flew to a drawer,
and, extracting a revolver, thence let
fly the whole six barrels at Tuttle
without word of warning. In say.
ing six barrels, however, it is fair to
mention, that Tuttle did not wait for
any barrels after the first, for in one
bound he was on the balcony, and in
second he had dropped headlong on
to the flower bed, twenty feet below,
without so much as touching the lad
der. The gardener and l followed in
state of emotion which you may be
left to imagine, for We heard the bull
lets crushing with fearful bangs
through one pane after another; but
possibly Rigolt did not really aim at
any of US, for it was noticed after wards
that the bullets went through the up
per panes.
Well, Rigolt had triumphed in two
trials, but the worst was set him just
before luncheon that day. All The
morning there had been panic strick-
en- talk among the city men about the
presumed burglary Of the night, and
RIgolt had even given his version of
that startling episode to couple OF
policemen who were sent for from the
village. He was calm in his account,
and strictly modest; in fact, his atti-
tude was such as would have given
any ordinary young lady the highest
opinion of him. And yet towards l
o'clock Ruth Cumleigh, her face
sparkling with mischief, suddenly pass.
ed through the room where l was, and,
beckoning to me with her finger, said
"Just stand behind the door, Mr.
Trefoil, and you'll see."
RigOlt was seated, reading. He
rose and abruptly exclaimed: "Why,
what is the matter, Mademoiselle
You are crying" The artful puss was,
indeed, passing her handkerchief over
her eyes.
80, never mind ME, Monsieur
Rigolt; it's only for poor papa care
he has just received letter announc.
ing his ruin"
! Good heavens ruin p
"Yes complete ruin. 1t seems he
will not be able to save a shilling. O.
dearl to think he should suffer this p'
"Ruin !" exclaimed Rigolt, with an
extraordinary outburst of feeling
''Ah, Mademoiselle, forgive me fol
saying such u hard zing, but l am hall
glad Of this. Yes; had long loved
you; but you were rich, and l feared
my attentions might be misjudged
But now Eat l am richer zan you, say
my beautiful, darling Ruth, you vii
be mine !'
And hereon ], behind my door
heard something not unlike kisses
protests; then more kissing. H
An hour later Rigolt came to me in
the garden and said: "Mon cher, ]
marry myself to Mees Ruth"
81 congratulate you, Rigolt."
Then Rigolt winked--such wink
81 was in the billiard room yester-
day morning, and overheard you
both