The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-03-03

SO when you left mo alone here be-
fore darl1-I then being under the
bed, you see-I crawled out and
took survey Of tho place" d"
"What do you want?" L asked.
Ho chuckled again, and replied {:
Snow that's good; you're business
woman, marm you como right to
the point without any nonsense I'm
going to tell you what | want. BE
quiet, marm," he said. "I don't
mean to hurt you if 1 can help it.
Keep still and I won't. Lots huvo
look at each other"
He removed the shade and look
cd at mo for full half minute, rs
[ sat in the glare Of the lamp. He
was a large, brawny follow, full six
feet high, and dressed in an old
suit Of fustian clothes. His face
WAS entirely concealed by Il Grape
mask not feature Of it could I
see from his neck to the crown Of
his head. Hc leaned one arm upon
the bureau, and regarded me attcn-
lively.
"You don't know me-" no remark
ed, in an ordinary tone. "No, of
course not; it is best for you that
you shouldn't. 1 thought at first
there WAS something familiar in
your face but fancy 7 was mis-
taken Well, to business, marm."
And be assumed q sharp tone, and
looked carefully at tho bureau. Give
got pistol here, missus" and ho
slapped his pocket; "but you are
too sensible q woman, I take it, to
make mo use it on you. I want
that money. There's five hundred
pound of it in this drawer; you have
the koy-give it to mel"
handed it to him without q
word.
It'll leave you now in q minute,
missus," ho said, rapidly inserting
the koy turning it and opening the
drawer, with many thanks for your
good behavior. Is this it?"
He took out tho package, and
held it up.
"That is tho money" 1 said.
"Shc might deceive me, after all,
heard him lnuttcr and thrusting
his forcfingcr into the end of the
envelope, no ripped it open, and
pulled the end of the notes out into
sight. eyes, here it is. Now
lie had thrust the package into
his pocket, and was about to close
tho drawer, when his eye was caught
by something within it. He started,
thrust his hand into the drawer,
and, taking out M object that I was
well acquainted with, he bent over
and scrutinized it, holding it closer
to the lamp. How I did wish that
could sec the expression Of his
face at that moment! He held in
his hand an ivory miniature of my
husbands face, Il faithful picture
made by an artist years before at
my request.
"Whosc face is this?' the robbcr
demanded, in q voice that trcmbled
with oagerncss
"NIy husbands" I replied.
"Your husbands? Yes, yes-but
his naine?"
"Elijah Croly."
"Captain Croly?" ho demanded,
in the Same tono.
! EYES,"
"The same who commanded the
bark Calvert, that used to run out
Of Livorpool?'
[ nodded my head. I know that
the vessel named was the last ono
that my husband had sailed on tho
ocean before he bought his own
coaster; in fact, it was the same
in which I camo to England.
"And this is Captain Croly's
money ?-this is his house ?-you
are his wifo?" he asked, rapidly,
giving me no time to answer his
questions. eyes, yes--I SEQ it all.
Great hoAvens!--to think what T
was just about to do"
Ho dropped into the nearest
chair, apparently faint with emotion;
but while L sat in deep surprise at
the unexpected turn that this affair
had taken, no said: "You have no
reason to fear now; L will not rob
you; L will not harm you. Only
don't make q noiso. Please open
the door, and you will find Janc-
your woman, I mean-waiting in
the passage"
| 1 obeyed. I did not know what
else to do. I unlocked and opened
tho door; and there, to my aston
ishment, stood Emily Sands array
ed in her bonnet and shawl, with a
bundle nher handwriting, I have