Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-10-24

ing OF the flooring and the sound oI
muffied footsteps, and also sprung to
the floor.
"They are at the safe below!" cried
Martin. Agnes, the money-the
money for our boyI OH if my life
is lost for its sake, I cannot lose that
1 cannot-I cannotl"
Martini Martini stay-do not 60
What can you do. one man alone?'
screamed Agnes.
But he was gone. She was alone
in the darkness. 1t was all over in q
moment. There were shots, oaths-a
fall-a silence. She crept down stairs
trembling so that she could scarcely
stand. Leaning against the safe was
her husband, blood upon his sleeve;
on the floor lay q man in Grape
mask, stiffening in death.
Martini" sobbed the woman, Mar
tinl"
Il have killed himl" cried the man.
"Fasten the door, put up the great
bar. Had 1 not forgotten that, they
could not have entered. Oh, it Il
horrible. but 1 could not lose every
chance OF my boy. They fired at me
1 at them. / wounded both. This
one is dying. I am little hurt-noi
much-and the money is saie-un.
touched. Oh, to think 1 should have
killed a man! II"
Martin. he may not be Dead" sale
the woman. HE is young. 1 hop'
he is not dead. Perhaps he has g
mother somewhere. Let me bind UP
your hand. Then we will try to re.
store him. Dear Martin, even il it is
so. who can blame you? Poor, poor
boyl"
She bound up the Craze on her hus
bands hand. Then they lifted the
young mans body to the soft rug, and
undid the masque. A face was reveal.
ed, young. handsome. and pallid a:
marble.
"Oh, IL is terribiel" said the wife
"No older than our boy. Oh. Martin
he is dead. 1 fear. will loosen his
necktie. You take of his shoes an6
rub his feet. Oh, morning is so fal
away! This is such a lonely place
Martin. what is .it?"
She stared at her husband in hor.
ror. His face was as the face OF death
He sat, CHASTITY and terrible to lool
upon, holding in his hand one OF the
feet that he had undressed.
"Deadl' he said wildly. Dead
and shot him-i!"
Martini" shrieked the wife. She
laid the dead mans head down on the
rug and crept to her husband. Goo
will forgive you." she said; and ther
her eyes dilated themselves upon tht
point at which her husband stared.
1t was the foot of the young burg
lar. The left shoe was off-the stock
ing also. The high white instep was
uncovered. and on it she saw the lit
tie tattooed w with tiny cross be
side ii. 1t was her son who lay there
Martini" she screamed again
Martin, remember what l told you
He had not us to teach him what wa.
right-remember."
But Martin only moaned.
He is dead, and killed himl" HI
felt blindly for his pistol. Forgive
me, Agnes, for cannot live, he said
but at that moment the woman, Will
her hand upon the breast Of the pros
trate man, screamed out:
"His heart beats, Martin; he lives!'
The next day a strange story flew
flew about the neighborhood. The
child these two strange people haC
lost years ago had returned to them
That very night burglars had entered
the house and wounded him. His life
was In danger. The doctor had beer
there all the morning, but the mother
had no fears.
"God had sent him back. and ht
would not die," she said.
1t Is never too late for repentance
and the love OF those poor parent:
was very strong. Strange as the be
ginning was, the end was peace, and
the household, so strangely reunited
was happy one at last.