Connecticut western news., 1878-10-16

auu 1e1G ny u0dr6 SILK W1IQ1n me as made careful probe, and, fortunately extracting the barb, drew out the hook which deliberately put in my pocket } book. "Would Mrs. Bland faint now ? I asked myself.
 "A glass of water?" Fl said, anx ; iously
 "What for? To dip my finger in i Ridiculous Twill put 1t i1 my mouth. Please do not destroy your pockethand kerchief. You will excuse my sucking my thumb like baby while I talk. There, 1t is all over now, young gentle man. l never scream at a mouse, gc into mysteries over caterpillar, and dc not blink at lightning"
 You are very brave little woman, then. Here, take this telegraphic mes sage which you have dropped" and l handed the message to her.
 "I heard the waiter tell you received ten messages day. Now, can you put that together with my dozen news papers ?'
 "I cannot-do not care to. It is not any of my business, Mrs. Bland. I am not curious" replied.
 "Well, am-very much so-and my business is to-ah !-" here she stopped, for David just then rang a bell, which meant that the stagecoach with the pas sengers from the railroad was coming. This coach stopped at the house first, then continued on its journey to small tavern further up the coast.
 "You were saying, Mrs. Bland-pray continue"
 All l can tell you is this, sir, that in that coach you will find man you hardly expected to see. Go and look" With that, Mrs. Bland famed herself quite composedly, and went to her room.
 went to the coach, not understand ing what the woman meant. Some three women got out of the vehicle, followed by an old gentleman, who had to be helped out-evidently an invalid. On the box by the driver was man who, as I approached, lit fuze, and with it his cigar. His face I did not recognize. I then felt some little curiosity to find out what Mrs. Bland meant about the man "I hardly expected to see." I did peer into the coach. was aided by David, who, with @ lantern, was looking for parasol one of the lady passengers had left. There was a man, apparently asleep. Though it was summer, hand kerchief was thrown partially over his face. One glimpse was enough. Though his whiskers had been cut, and his red dish hair stained black, it was the face of George Harland, the assistant teller of our bank He looked at me in an agonized way, then put his fingers to his lips, and said, in a low, broken voice: My God Henry, I am thief, trying to escape-to escape. I know they are after me-" Then he shuddered. T am mad-crazy-ha lost my head You here? Do not be- tray me p
 "To Dickerson's," cried the driver, and off went the coach. From Dicker- sons knew that small fishing boats ran to Martha's Vineyard and the Mas sachusetts coast. I stood appalled,, dazed, and speechless.
 Mrs. Bland met me on the veranda with some flower in her hand which ex- haled deep, luscious perfume. The odor quite sickened me. "Ladies and gents, cried the good-natured, familiar landlord in his shirt sleeves. "It isn't down on the bill of fare, but we have been quite short of fruit, peaches and sich, for the last three days, and nary boarder has grumbled. I come across a fine lot of fruit this afternoon, and they is sot in the dining-room, and do you all jess go in and help yourself" Mrs. Bland was near me, and clapped her hands with childish glee, notwithstand- ing her pricked finger. "Will you take me in?" she asked quite naturally.
 had no heart for peaches, still I offered the woman my arm. There was group of noisy boariers at long table, but, through David's care, Mrs. Bland secured small kitchen-table, on which was placed 8 dish of peaches, hanked with huge half-moons of watermelon.
 "You saw him?" asked Mrs. Agnes Bland, pairing peach with a silver pocket fruit-knite, which she drew from her pocket. "Dear me the juice of the peach gets into my cut finger, and really stings."
 "Saw him, Mrs. Bland For Gods sake, what does this all mean?
 "I like cing-stones better than free stones. I should be so much obliged to you if you would pare peach for me. My finger makes me so awkward" "Are you Nemesis, Mrs. Bland ?" "A what? I don't know what that | means"
 "Explain !"
 "Oh the man in the coach? Now, sir, listen The '$29,67. Korrect,' you wrote on that bill of mine gave me the clue to your handwriting. MT. Bland there is a Mir. Bland--sent me down here after you. Those figures and K-o-r-r-e-c-t cleared you. There were no figures like yours in the altered &C., counts. George Harland was a thief. I was glad when I could congratulate you on your luck"
 l "Luck, Madam what do you mean ?"
 "You were the only gentleman here all the rest of them were cads and muffs Your society was not unpleasant to me, and should have so disliked to have been the means of bringing theft to your door. MT. Bland was on that coach, with the driver. You may have noticed first blue splutter and then a