Connecticut western news., 1876-10-06

brother was asleep, and would then search the house for valuables, and finish by killing me.
 Only one plan for escape that origi- mated seemed feasible. I determined to wait till heard my lodger in the rooms below, and then wrap myself in papa s shawl, and jump out of the window. l was not kept long in suspense; the pe- culiar squeak of the sitting-room door warned me that it was time to act. Quietly raised the window, and just as the steps approached the stairs, l jump ed to the ground. Fortunately, there was bed of lilies directly beneath the window, and they softened my fall. That there was danger of breaking my neck had not thought. I was deter mi ed to escape.
 was as dark as Egypt, the rain was pou pg down in torrents, but this was nothing in comparison with the horror within the house.
 Half mile back of our house lived a friend of papa's-Mr. Vincent. I re- solved to go there. ran along, stum- bling against fences and falling into ditches, thinking I never knew such a long half mile.
 Finally I reached the house, and man. aged to tell my story. Several young men happened to have been delayed there by the storm, and, headed by Henry Vincent, young man of some twenty-two years. they prepared to cap ture my visitor.
 was too excited to remain at Mir. Vincent's. I declared I would go back home. They all tried to persuade me not to do this except Henry Vincent, who said " such little heroine should do as she pleased" With my hand tightly clasped in Henry's. we started.
 When we came within sight of our house, we saw light fitting from room to room, and few words of boisterous soLg foated to us on the breeze. Si- lently my friends surrounded the house, guarding every avenue of escape. Henry and q would not let him leave me for moment) entered the house. We found the vagabond searching papa s desk.
 He had found several hundred dollars that had not seen, when preparing for flight. He started to run when he saw us, but finding men and revolvers on all sides, he was obliged to surrender.
 He was safely bound, and then ques- toned. It appeared he was a noted thief who had long baf1ed the police. He said when he learned the house was occupied only by two individuals he was much elated. He did not intend to proceed to acts of violence, unless my brother and troubled him too much. When he found the house deserted, he concluded had not told him the truth that was alone. Not finding me, he supposed had hid, and he would not hunt for me.
 Lifting me into his lap, Henry Vim cent called me the "bravest little woman he ever knew" All the others praised and hattered me, till I began to think men were greater takers than women. All that night we staid there, but be- fore morning I was " raving like mad man." Three long weeks remained unconscious.
 When I became sensible, anxious faces were bending over me. Papa, mamma, and all the folks were at my bedside.
 What is the matter9'' I asked.
 In moment that dreadful day came to my remembrance.
 "Oh, I know," said I, with shud- der.
 It was long, long time before I re- gained my strength.
 Every person petted and praised me. was the heroine of the neighborhood. Henry Vincent never tired of descant- ing upon my bravery, and devoted him. self to me in manner that would have been very aggravating to his lady friends had been few years older.
 My "lodger" was sent to prison to mediate for some years.