The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1877-04-05

hon lHe uOuTS UGdSgcO! one sccuco
to have lived years since she heard those
footsteps on the porch. Why had she
been such fool?
1t was five o'clock now, and the
roosters far and near began to herald the
approach of dawn. The sky turned
from black to gray, and whitish
smudge in the east announced the rising
of the glorious sun.
Mrs. Cuthbert put out the lights; and
went to the front door. A drizzling
rain had set in, and the damp, raw all
made her shudder. She went back to
the sitting-room, and, in a dreary
mechanical kind of a way, Lit the fire
there and in the little kitchen then
brought baby down stairs, washed and
dressed him as usual, then put him or
the floor to play while she prepared hi:
bread and milk.
But baby was not destined to get his
breakfast just yet; for at that moment
a light step was heard in the entry, and
a tall young man walked into the room
The bread and milk were dropped any
where, and Mrs. Cuthbert flung hersel
into his arms, sobbing, crying and beg
ging his pardon all in breath.
"Pll never do it again. Won't yer
forgive me, George w
"Forgive what? haven't anything
to forgive" said the astonished George
'"Oh, yes, you have. know it wa
dreadfully wicked of me; but I'll nevel
do it again.
"What on earth is the matter ?'
"Won't you forgive me ?'' was all Mrs
Cuthbert's answer.
Eleanor, what is the matter?" de
manded the distracted young man, al
kinds of awful visions flying through
his brain. "What have you done?'
"Why, didn't let you in when yol
come home last night. 1 only meant t.
keep you waiting little while"
"When 1 came home last night
Why, 1 haven't been within fifteel
miles of the house since seven o'clocl
yesterday morning. I've just com'
down on the 4:30 train."
Didn't you come heme last night ?
gasped Mrs. Cuthbert.
"Come home? No, of course I didn't
PYe been working at the Office half tn
night. Didn't you reeve my Telegram
saying that 1 should be detained in tn
city all night? ?"
"No; l haven't received any. Wha
does it all mean?"
And then she told him all about it
in rather an incoherent style, to be sure
but she made him understand, and b
was greatly puzzled as to VINO it coul
have been.
Mrs. Cuthbert, now that her min
was relieved, began to remember tina
she had eaten nothing since dinner tn
day before, and was soon flying abou
broiling ham and poached eggs, stop
ping to have hearty laugh over til
charred remains of her husbands sur
per, which she took from the over
Then they sat down to the tea table
baby and all, and ate their breakfast.
That afternoon the village youth VIII
did their chores was unusually late i
coming, but when he did arrive it wa
with such budget of news that his tai
diness was forgiven.
He had been an eyewitness to th
capture of two burglars at Squir
Jones's; they had been discovered in tn
very act of carrying off the silver.
claws, how they ftp said the boy
"They smashed Bill Williams's head i
with the plate basket, and came mos
near hittin' me, and when we had Eel
caught tight, how they did talk! The
cussed and swore, and one on 'em-
felier with a powerful ugly face-sai
as how they wouldn't hev been nabbe
if they hadn't been foolin' round al
other house all the evenin'; and he SCI
There's one of the pluckiest wome
there ses he; why, when I hollowe
into the winder at her, she didn't min
it no more than nothin',' ses he ar
. hanged if she didn't foller me out to tt
barn, and go pokin' round after me
the darkp"
, Mrs. Cuthbert clung to her husban
) and shuddered at this part of the narr
! tive.
l can he ses," the boy went on"
S ses, I s'pose 1 should hev knocked h'
on the head if she had been man, but Il
e blamed pluck of such little thing j
| completely fabbergasted me'-that's ie
S his words; an he ses that she come o
r after him again, when he an his pal W
hidin' under some bushes, an they W
= afraid to tech her, cause they seen suthi
d shinin' in her hand, an didn't know b
g it might be a six-shooter."
|. "My scissors, l suppose" " family MI
W INJURED Mrs. Cuthbert; her husband OF
r. heard her.
J; Wall, they're safe enough now,
20 guess l IL fetch the COAL" said the b.
n with the stolidity of true son of I
N soil, seizing the coal scuttle, but DIR,
ping it again to rummage in the I'M
e. pocket of his jacket. "Here's a let
tie for you, sir-the man said l might
he well bring it long, as his boy could
ne get up this way lore tomorrow morn
an you might be in hurry"
sh "My telegram" said Mr.. Cuthb'
o. handing it to his wife. "What a c
venience these modern scientific {
in coveries arep'
he -
70 JOHN HARTFORD, of Wyalusing, V
in consin, took boy strongly resembl