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fower?"
She started back ere the words were
finished, for the gentleman turned face
of unutterable agony towards her, and
she saw that it was Harry Morton.
"Miss Carroll" he cried, 81 love o
lady who is as far above me as yon cold
moon is above us now, and my heart is
breaking"
"Why do you tell me thisP" she said,
retreating haughtily, as he sought to
take her hand. ... ....
"Aggie, Aggie!" cried Fanny Bell at
the door. evil you show Percy those
engravings you told me aboutP" And
Agnes hurried off, and Harry Morton
turned to his silent contemplation of the
cold heavens, at the long window.
"To-morrow," he said, 81 leave this
house forever"
1t was O'Clock before the last guest
had departed, and the house was still.
Mr.. Carroll had gone to his room long
ago; but Harry Morton still stood at the
window, and watched the stars.
By-and-by, the drawing.room door
Enclosed, and he saw Agnes come and
throw herself upon the sofa, and, taking
the cushion under her head, began to
weep violently. There was no light in
the room save that which came from
the open CRATE; but he could see that
Agnes had not removed her evening
dress; and, wondering what could be
the matter, he was about to make known
his presence, when he was conscious OF
stealthy step in the hall. In mo-
ment the room-door Enclosed, and q
man entered. Morton could see that he
was muilled to the eyes, and carried a
dark lantern; and then, as4Agnes be-
came aware of the intruder's presence,
she started up with a terrified shrek,
and rushed into the mushroom, and
covered in the shadows. The man with
the lantern stood in thought a moment,
and Immediately followed her.
"Come, GIRL" he said, grasping her
shoulder, "hand over them rings and
bracelets, and you're all right. I locked
the old gentleman's door and the door
from the servants hall; and how in the
name of wonder you found out was
under your bed, I don't know. You
might screech all night, and gain moth
ing by it but sore throat"
Agnes by this time was scnseless, and
the robber proceeded to remove the
jewels from his unresisting victim,when
he found himself caught in powerful
grasp, overpowered, and bound before
he could recover his wits. Harry Nor
ton did his work quickly and we'll, and
pinioned the burglar with the heavy cord
of the lace curtains, which he was draw
ing carelessly between his fingers when
Agnes entered the drawing-room.
By this time, Mr.. Carroll had forced
open his door, and hurried to the scene
of action. The burglar had left coarse
sack in the hall, containing the most
valuable of the silver-plate he had found
in the dining-room, and had he been
satisfied with that, he might have got
off safely. But he was tempted to enter
Agnes's room and had just time to Sc
crete himself, when Agnes, who had re-
manned in the parlor a long time after
her other guests, came into her room,
and sat down before her dressing-glass,
and leaned her head upon her hands,
was buried in deep thought, when at
the foot of her bed, which was just
alongside of her glass, she saw strange
looking sack, and beside it a mans boot
protruding from beneath the bed. It
was in the glass she saw them, and, with
thrill of terror, she rose up and
stole down to the parlor; and remem-
bering the presence of Harry in the
MUSHROOM, was about to seek him
when she was overcome by her excite
ment and terror, and threw herself upon
the sofa, hoping he would come out and
speak to her. All this she told after
wards, but when the police arrived with
the messenger whom Mr.. Carroll had
sent for them the robber knew that all
was over, and his nights work undone
by Agnes's opportune discovery.
At his trial, he confessed that he had
stolen into the house during the hustle
of the entertainment, and, after the
supper-table was deserted, had helped
himself to every article he fancied. His