The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-27

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twelve, so will get out of this window,
jump from this shed, go to the barn, and
take our horse, and go to S--for help"
Flinging wrap over her slight figure,
she embraced her father tenderly, and
bidding him not worry over her, she
jumped lightly out on the shed and dis
appeared.
Mr.. Spencer watched her for while,
then closing the window took out
watch, saw that it was nine o'clock, and
proceeded to work. He first covered up
the fire, blew out the light, and rolled
up q blanket, with which he made
dummy. This he placed in the bed
which his daughter was to occupy. Then
he sat down and waited-oh how anx-
iously
Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes went by,
and no sound came from the vicinity Of
the barn. Taking off his boots, he crept
noiselessly TO the window and peeped
out, but he could see nothing. Then,
creeping TO the washstand he laid his
money-belt in the drawer and closed it.
He then threw himself on the bed and
once more waited.
After an hour had apparently gone by,
Mr.. Spencer threw off his coat and vest,
tumbled up the bed, hebbled to the door,
unlocked it, and stepped into the hall.
This was all in accordance with Carries
plan.
Landlord landlord ~ he shouted.
He then went back into the room and
noiselessly threw up the window, all the
time shouting for the landlord.
That worthy came flying up the stairs,
and late as it was, he was still dressed.
"Oh, landlord !" gasped Mr.. Spencer,
rushing toward him, " 1 have been rob
bed My money all gonel''
"Gone !" echoed the landlord in dis
may.
Who could have stolen it ?" groaned
Mr.. Spencer. 81 had $4,000 in a belt,
and it is gone-stolen ~
The landlord lit the candle and looked
around, chagrin depicted on every feat
ure.
"Why don't you wake your daughter,
sir ?" he questioned.
Mr.. Spencer hurried to her bed.
Carrie, Carriel' he called, but no an
swer came; and the landlord, drawing
near with the light, saw the dummy and
cried
"Why, man, the girl isn't there
What ?" gasped Mr.. Spencer. ooh,
see it all The wicked girl has robbed
me while slept, and run off to meet her
lover, from whom j was taking herr
He ran to the window, followed by the
landlord.
Yes, yes here are footprints in the
snow on the shed ~ cried the landlord,
while Mr.. Spencer groaned aloud. "How
long do you think she has been gone sir?"
asked the landlord.
For an hour or more, the deceitful
jade !" replied Mr.. Spencer.
Then there's no use to look for her,
sir" said the landlord.
"Oh, but must !" cried Mr.. Spencer,
as he began to descend the stairway, fol-
lowed by the landlord, who had believed
every word Mr.. Spencer said.
They proceeded to the barn, followed
by the landlords confederates. They
found the horse gone, and her mode of
flight was easily explained.
You may as well give her up, sir"
said the landlord, consolingly.
II suppose may" groaned Mr.. Spen-
Ger, and then returned to the house.
AS they left the barn he heard the
landlord whisper to one of his confed-
crates
1.-The jobs up, Jem; we'd better let
the old man alone"
Once more entering the room, Mr..
Spencer threw himself upon the bed and
awaited the return of his brave daughter.
"God bless her and bring her back in
safety" he murmured.
Meanwhile all grew still, and the hours
rolled by. The fire had been raked up
and cracked on merrily. The eyes were
not looking from the bust; they had
evidently disappeared for the night.
At last, after what seemed an age to
the anxious watcher, he heard loud
knock on the front entrance, and five
minutes afterward heard the landlord
stumble to the door. Then followed a
confused tumble of curses and struggles,
then rush of many feet up the long hall
and stairway.
The next minute the door was thrown
open and his daughter rushed in, follow
ed by the officers, who dragged in the