The daily gazette., 1876-09-30
True LOVE AND BURGLARY
DY SIuBLEY BROWNE.

The June sun rode high in the heavens.
Overhead the maple leaves scarcely stirred
in the serene balm Of the summer air-in
the woods the wild roses hung their GRIM
son caps, shrinking from the mid day heat
while the cattle stood knee deep in the
stream, and the very birds were hushed
and SILENT
Mabel IIinston was in the cool milk
room, scalding out the churn, and Job
Trecsaly stood outside, with big stone
pitcher in his hand, and his pan just on
the level with the milk room window.
Our hero and heroine. Job was none
of your ,jeunesse dOree who wear primrose
kid gloves, and spend their elegant leisure
in sauntering up the sunny side of Fifth
avenue, but an honest, hardworxing farm
hand. Mabel was no society belle, but
Miles Jessup's hired g.rl; but for all that
the sweet old mystery Of Love found
them out. Nor did the current of the
storied stream run smoothly afer.
Mabel was very pretty in the cool green
Pickering light that came through the
morning glory vines and scarlet runners
pretty with the bloom and freshness of
early girlhood, dark-eyed and dark-haired
with long eyelashes, and a ro3uish dimple
in each cheek, and as she scrubbed away
at the inside of the churn, she .resolutely
avoided Job Tressaly's eye. ..I
81 don't see why you always come here
for water" said Mabol, petulantly, ''Dea-
con Norris we'll must be a deal nearer to
the hay field"
"You didn't use to find fault with me
for coming this way, May" said Job, re-
proach.ully.
81 wish you wouldn't call me May"
retorted the girl.
'NIiss Winston, then.o
sNonsense!" said Mabel.
''Look here, Mable," said Job Tressaly
valiantly, 'I'm neither blind or fool
You used to like me well enough before
that Fernauld fellow came out here fish
ing, and loafing, and pretenting to sketch
You think he is better man than
am, because he comes rom the city and
wears soiled kid gloves, with flashy ring
on his finger.
"Well, and what if l do?" retorted Ma
bel, turning the churn upside down on
one of the snowy shelves.
Why, just this" said Job leaning both
elbows on the window sill. 81 love you,
and I've told you so often enough, but |
am not the man to be played fasc and
loose with, for the amusement of any girl
Mabel you must choose between me and
Felix Fernauld."
sMust?" repeated the girl.
ayes, mltsi!o
"Yery WE'LL" said Mabel with defiant
toss of the head, ''then | take Felix Fer
nauld."
IN Mnhn1C'f
"Quite, why shouldn't be?"
And Job Tressaly took up his stone
pitcher of cool, sparkling water, and
walked off across the meadow to the
field where the hay makers were at
work. with his heart as heavy as lead
within him.
And Mabel sat down and began to
cry. Who, she could not exactly have
tod. She was half terrified, half eXul.
tant, but wholly frightened and ner-
vous at her own boldness.
"Mabel"
She started up with cry. FELIX
Fernauld's dark, handsome face was
bending over her.
"Iittlc one don't be frightened" :"
said he, with an air of patronizing
affection. 81 just met that calf, Tressa
ly, stalking across the delds, with u
face like thunder cloud"
Yes," said Mabel, IL sent him
away"
ea" You're trump" said Fernauld.
"A brick, my dear! Give us a kiss.
And now to business. Old Jessup's
gone TO town, eh?"
EYES," said Mabel, much wonders
ing why he should ask the question.
"When will he be back?"
"At five o'clock, he said"
"Taken that mortgage money with
him?"
mot to day." said innocent Mabel,
"He is going to the bank to NOR
row."
Good" said Felix Fernauld, pull
\ ing at his black moustache. "Where
does he keep il, my pretty one? Con-
fidentially, now, between you and
me?"
Mabel started up, sudden scarlet
| dying her checks. All at once the
glamor vanished from before her eve.
all at once she saw Felix Fernauld
in his true colors-villian, an adven,
turer, thief!
"Why do you want to know" shC
flashed out.
"Now, don't excite yourself, my
dear. don't" said Fernauld, tapping
her cheek. "1t's all in the way Of
business, Old Jessup is rich; Pm not.
Why shouldn't we divide? You'll tel
me where he keeps The money, that's
a darling!"
81 will mott" cried Mabel, flushed
and trembling all over.
VERY we'll" said Fernau'd, taking
both her hands i'll an iron grasp. "In
that case we must tie and gag you,