The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-09-11

men again you are trying TO get uncle's
money back that way, and you will only
make It worse"
Then remembered that Sam White
was betting man who had been ad-
vertising good deal lately. ] explained
to Kate how the thing had happened,
and she quietly disposed of my scruples,
and satisfied her own curiosity, by selz-
ing the letter, tearing topen, and taking
1t to the window to read: AS she read,
her pretty face was puckered up into all
kinds of puzzled wrinkles.
81 can make nothing of it, she said,
at last handing me the dead letter.
1t was dated the sixteenth of June,
the day after the robbery, but bore. no
address and no signature. ,.tT ,it
g RESPECTED frend-Have litel job lot
of oalicer prints, ten towsend yards or
so, sewtable for furren market. III
come over and see the on the furst, and
mind We have the sinners reddy. Ovid
place, at 'leven I'll morning. J siI
g Jeml' cried Kate, when i had
finished reading, no light coming to me
in the process, ,l''were there any envelopes
in the portfolio that was stolen with the
notes ?'' ffiu 1tlai
" Yes, there certai My were few, and
stamped with my name and address on
the seal"
Then the letter is fl'om the thief,
and the ten thousand yards of calico are
the notes, and he is going omeet some
body on the first, that is tomorrow, to
get rid of them"
There was no doubt that Kate was
right, and rose and hugged her on the
spot at the JOY of her discovery. But,
after all, when the first burst of delight
was over, how were we the better for
this letter? The postmarl1 was Middle
ton ;there was nothing in the letter
itself to give any clue to the writer. But
if we could find out the person to whom
it was addressed and keep a watch on
himY The post Office people had not
been able to find him; but, although
Sam White might have no definite ad-
dress, there was no doubt that he was
still in existence. His advertisements
appeared in the papers constantly, al
though the crusade of the police against
betting men compelled them to keep out
of the way. My former experiences
stood me in good stead. found out
man, an occasional tout, who knew all
about him. r l.5
Sam White ~ said the man, why
he's going to be welded this blessed
morning" He went on to inform me
that White was about marrying young
woman with a. lot of money, that he
was going to retire from vulgar turf
business altogether, and for the future
bet only with the aristocracy and at
Tattersall's. He was going to Paris for
his wedding trip, and a few of his friends
were going to the station presently to
see him off, and give him parting
cheer. stI-.,.s .aIt ...fI rfI
Making myself out to be in the cate
CORY of Sam Whites friends, got per-
mission to join the party, and soon after
noon the bride and bridegroom made
their appearance at the station and were
chased into first class carriage by the
waiting crowd Of admirers, who howled
and cheered in the most rowdy fashion.
The captain did not SEEM over pleased
with the attentions of his friends, and
the bride was decidedly frightened. She
was a very pleasant looking, pretty
young woman, by the way, and in form
and features reminded me good deal
Of Kate. The opportunity was not to
be lost, and jumping upon the carriage
step, thrust the dead letter before him,
and telling him it was matter of life
death, begged him to say what he knew
about the writer. He snatched the letter
from my hands, crumpled it up, and
flung it out of the window, bidding me
begone for an impudent rascal. The
train moved off amid salvo of cheers
from Whites admirers, and picked up
the letter somewhat crestfallen and dis
concerted. My friend, the tout, sidled
up to me again. "Cut up rather rough
with you, did Sam, sir2 Set q beggar
on horseback, you know. Was itmoney
you wanted Of him :" n. aaiao .af.as,
AS forlorn hope, 1 showed the man
the letter, and asking him if he could
make any guess as to the writer, adding
that it might be e5 or e10 in his pocket
if he could find out. 9.oar la aetal
The mans face frightened, and his
whole aspect changed. don't know
the Handwriting myself hnt oiua me