Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-11-07
not like to speak against Philip. I"

that night the accused clerk found
himself Ia the clutches OF the law.
The arrest was so quietly conduct
ed that the public was unaware Of the
transaction until the morning papers
placed Il before their eyes.
Flushed with triumph, Andreas
Harley. on the morning following
Philip Lees arrest. FASTENED TO the
home OF the Martins. He often made
such calls on his way to the store;
and this morning he found the bank
rupt's family pleased to see him.
Mauulee was in the parlor prepar-
ing for her class In music, and An
dreas Harley thought she looked
lovelier than ever in her plain dress
aud nnnerted hair.
He did not dol. his overcoat; be
said he had not long TO stay; he had
stepped In to impart u piece OF iufor-
nation which might interest the ten
ants OF his house.
Tue merchants daughter wondered
what the news might be, as Andreas
Harley drew a morning journal from
his poeaet.
Z ag sorry that / have occasioned
this paragraph he said, touching the
top OF column VI city news; but
could not help it,
Maumee took the paper, and. In a
moment, mastered the account Of
Philips arrest.
@Mr. Harley, canrot you be mis-
taken?' she asked. when she looked.
from the paPer with pslIid face.
mo. Maumce; the proofs are con-
vineing against hiui," he answered,
and then, while the fair girls head
lay on her bosom. ant her eyes.
swimming In tears, fell to the floor.
he left his chair aud came to her side.
Girl, he said, lis Philip Lee any
thing to your"
Maumee quickly drew her hand
from his grasp and started to her
feet.
@He is something to me-" she cried,
cling the merchant, through whose
scheming she seemed to have seen
Instantly. "He is much TO me--and
more. Andreas Harley, he never rob-
bed your safel"
The merchant for some moments
did not know what TO say. but ut last
he found his tongue.
Girl, he Is guilty, greatly regret
to say; bu, you can save him"
How. Mr.. HarIry?"
by. becoming my wife! / can lib
crate him. and on such conditions the
doors OF the jail shall be open TO
him"
Fire flshed In Maumee Martins
dark eyes.
"Audreas Harley" she cried. lyon
der is the door that leads into the
street" and with quivering finger she
pointed to the portal.
This house Is mine"
"I care not"
' II can turn you out into the snow"
There Is the door, / wish to live
und-r such bounty as yours no
longer"
II will not go until you promise TO
be my wife," said the merchant.
! sternly.
At that moment the widow entered
the room. and Maumee sprung into
the chamber which her mother had
just vacated.
An instant later she reappeared,
bearing musket OF quaint and
clumsy workmanship.
Go. Andreas Harley she cried, ia
a determined tone. Mother. please
open the door for the plotier."
Wondering what had transpired to
mar the friendship existing between
Miumee and the e>merchant. Mrs. Mar
iin opened the parlor door, and An
dreas Harley. with clenched hands
and vengeful visage, strobe from the
room.
M sooner had he departed than
Maumee dropped the gun and threw
herself into her mothers arms.
"0h, mother! motherl" she cried,
chow swiftly ono misfortune follows
another. But" and she lifted her
head: "Philip shall not be con-
demned! He shall not fall the vic
nm OF conspiracy-never"
Yet that day the Martins were driv-
en- from beneath the roof which had
sheltered them since their first great
misfortune, and they found tempor-
ary abode with Philip Lees widowed
mother.
Maumee soon learned the particu
lars OF her lovers arrest and preiim-
inaIy examination, and The following
day she purchased a pit with a
portion OF her musical earnings.
When night came she made her
way TO Theodore Mason's cham ber,
and startled the clerk by her alb upt
appearance. The young mans face
assumed dealhly hue. and Maumee's
mental ejaculation VASE
"rve found the right man."
She knew much OF Theodore Ma
sons habits, and she judged him TO
be the robber OF the merchants safe.
At first he denied the charge, but
when he cav the pistol clutched by
the girls fair, white hands, he
changed his tune.
he wrote his confession on paper,