The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-04-06

found that girl out in theft"
"Who9 Amanda?"
"Pshaw no. Your superior girl, Ann.
She has helped herself to $50 of mine.
"Good gracious I" cried Mr.. Garret,
pausing in the act of carving the turkey.
Eyes; it was $40 note which-ahem
happened to fall out of my desk on
the floor this forenoon. L was busy
with Horace and so-ahem-forgot to
pick it up before left the room. When
came down to dinner instantly missed
it, and the abandoned creature actually
said she might have swept it into the
dustpan and burnt it. Fortunately have
the number of it, and after dinner you
must go Immediately and fetch police
man."
Bewildered, though far from con-
vinced by the proof of AIMS guilt
which his spouse cited, Mr.. Garret suf-
fered himself TO be sent off on his errand
of justice, and soon returned with de-
tective, armed with a warrant, and Ann
was imperatively rrng up, while Amanda
was ordered to remain, that she might
take warning from the event to take
place.
"Ann," said her master, feeling very
small, MRS. Garretmisses some money,
and this man has come to"
"Find it, my DEAR" rejoined the Of
ficer, who had been regarding her with
undisguised interest. $50 if you'll
hand over the keys of your kit we'll pro-
ceed to business instanter.
"And," said Mrs. Garret, sternly, "if
the stolen property is found in your
possession, you will go to prison, miss
that you shall"
AIMS white face slowly kindled with
a scorching red 4; her large dark eyes
dilated with deep horror; her lips
turned pale /; her breath seemed to leave
her in gasp.
"You accuse-me of theft?" she fall
tered.
Mr.. Garret silently put her into a
chair. She looked as if the shock would
strike her dead.
"Do you deny" demanded Mrs. Gar
ret, none the less spitefully for this at
tention, "that you picked up that
$40 bill that was dropped on the
carpet, just on this spet, this afternoon
Haven't you got it in your pocket, or
trunk, or hidden about your bedroom at
this moment? Go on with the search,
Mr.. Officer she's determined not to
confess. 1t was national bank bill for
500 numbered 100, 1888"
"Seems to me I've seen your face be-
fore this, my gal" muttered the officer,
confidentially. you'll please fork
over the key of your kit, young woman. &"
With trembling hands Ann waved
l.. ~ 81 al
her neck, on which a small key was sus-
pended.
AS she gave it to him q sort of sob
shook her, and large tears rushed i'll a
torrent down her cheeks.
"I'll show the way" said the mistress
of the house, sure by these signs of sor-
row that the note was about to be dis
covered. James, keep your eye on
the unprincipled wretch, for there's no
knowing what she may do"
Arriving at AIMS miserable bedroom
the officer coolly rifed the pockets of all
the dresses to be found hanging up, and
not finding what he sought dragged the
single trunk out under the skylight, and
unlocked it.
Very neatly arranged were poor Ann
Walkers simple belongings. Some
daintily frilled underclothing, smelling
of lavender, her modest Sunday apparel
folded by itself in silver paper, box of
plain linen collars and cuffs, one OF two
books of such unexpected titles as
Longfellow's Hyperion" "The Holy
Grail" by Tennyson, and some of
Madame Michelet's in the original
French and beautiful mother-of-pearl
desk in the very bottom, with the silver
initials "a. w. A." in silver mono
gram on the top.
"Now I'm blest if this amt pretty
kit for a servant girl, remarked the de-
tective, trying to pry it open with pen
knife.
"a wholesale robber," groaned Mrs.
Garret, clasping her hands; "and to
think that have harbored-"
"Hullo," cried the detective, opening
the lid, and taking out a silver photo
graph case, richly chased, and garnished
with an elaborate monogram, "Who's
this
Then the pair had fine surprise.
Opening the case, they saw two cartes
one of a majestic looking military man,
apparently about go, and the other of a
young girl clad in silk and richest lace,
whose face bore the exact simiitude of
Ann Walkers vignette.
"By the hookyl" calculated the Of
ficer, light breaking all over his face,
and astonishment preventing further ar
tculation.
Taking a greasy pocket-book out of
his pocket he opened it, and drew forth
a photograph, which was Ann Walkers
vignette.
"Them two's the same gall 2" asked he,
eagerly.
"Yes," answered the lady with a
glance.
"I thought had spotted that gal the
moment set eyes on her." cried the
man, exultingly "and to think of me
finding her after all, and three of us a
huntin' for her these six months. I'm a
made man. Won't the Gineral plank
down the thousand pounds reward 7
Hoorari
"What do you meanY" asked Mrs.
Garret. She began TO believe she had
been sheltering a very great criminal in
deed.
"What DO / mean !" grinned the de-
| tective. "Why. that Won have made tbe