New Ulm weekly review., 1878-07-03

doubt. Notwithstanding his politeness,
/ determined not to take the card, which
I firmly believed to be what Jane de-
scribed as the warrant.
"As you please" I answered, curtly,
and, with a stiff inclination of mvshead,
hurry into the house. ina great haste Of
terror lest he should hurry afters me- and
force his way in. ~ Y" 10 &<7'E s-sSs u
| fastened the door, and peeped out of the
side window. There he stands where /
left him. He is actually lighting a. cigar.
Whatimpertinence! 1T feel astriae soft
ened as my nose informs me that the CT
gar is good one. l like the aroma Of
good cigar about place. It makessi it so
masculine. | am obliged to admit to
myself that it this one is. a specimen of
his class, bailiffs must be very handsome
men. How well bis shooting suit fits
him! It is soneat IN pattern and color
a quiet gray, the pattern so small as to.
be almost invisible-not gigantic check
like walking window -panes. He takes
off his ''dear stalker" to shade the fuzee
from the wind, and I notice that he has
beautiful brown hair, very thick and cur.
ly. 'Whata q pity L !. sigh. to myself.
''that such a nice.iooking fellow should
be a horrible bailiffn's:S '14..~3a''-$' ~ f@
But what am I to do? I-feel sure tha
the stroll about the grounds is only pre-
tence. No, he must be concocting some
ruse by which to gain an entrance into the
house. resolve to prevent him. 'sIs not
woman a mach in wit and resorce for
any man?" I argue to myself. "a bailiff,
after all, is onlyta man" ] commence
cogitating over all kinds Of plans until I
give myself headache. am just about
to confess that 1 am defeated, when the
idea 50 long fought for comes. see it
all in moment: The game is my own,
if / have nerve enough to take me through
it think l have. ssIa will lure him to the
Wilderness and lock him up in the ruin
till father cYmes home! He will most
likely bring young Mr.. Barton with him,
and then we shall be al! right" I think
that real lawyer must prove more than
my bailiff can withstand.
spot at one end Of the grounds, and far
from the road. It has been allowed to
run wild on account of its picturesqueness.
A broad fussy stream falls over some
rocks to depth Of sex or seven feet, max
ing a terrible noise, and widening into a
small lake, on the bank of which stands
a mock ruin covered with ivy. 1t consists
of a solitary tower with two or three mar
row silts for windows, and rejoices in the
Keep. remember with JOY that it has a
stout oak door with very strong lock.
= creep out softly through the conser-
eyatory, locking the door after me, and
dodge between the shrubs until / have
placed a safe distance between myself
and the flower den, wheresI hear my
victim walking. Ina breathless state Of
excitementI reach the Keep. I,push the
door open, and enter. Ugh What a
nasty, damp, miserable place tits just
like a dungeon in some old castle! There
is nothing inside but spade and a. rake
and an old garden stool these Icarefully
remove. I hesitate over the stool, but
compassion is overcome. NO." I say to
myself, "out you must go!sI he is tired
he too handy as a battering ram and
throw it out after the spade and rake
My next proceeding is to carefully ex-
anime the lock. This nearly foils IN e
it is 50 stiff that I can hardly turn it,, l
am at a loss what to do, when r catch
sight OF small bottle of oil and feath-
er standing on aElittle ledge. i Ijoyfully
seize them. ss'Just the thing p I cry. The
bottle is very dirty and sticky, but am
too excited to heed such petty discom-
forts, so pull out the feather and begin
to oil into ttheFlocks through the gkeyhole.
I "O,p@s you nasty, tiresome S thingr'
I cry, paasssi66nlrately, ss6 STAN ping VI, grouRd
"Who,I or the locke" And, turning
around, I beheld my victim. regarding
me with slightly ,astonished yet amused
look. Lam too much nonplussed to re-
ply.
"Can~I assist yous" ne inquiries; and,
without waiting for my permission, the
bottle and feather are ia ken5from me, and
mYsvoluntary assistant needless of the
dirty m ss-coverd step, is his kness
busily working away at theslock as if he
had been a locksmith allghis life He
works on quietly fora little time without
speaking,While I stand by confusedly
trying to think of some means by which
l can trap my game. There is the prison,
and there is the prisoner; but how is he
to be put inside it? "What strong
lock this isl! I should not care to be be-
hind it Without. af fcroWbar, y. he remarks.
i answernothingg, but i ann ready 10
cry of vexationh. ID I wish that~I was as
strong as an elephant, so that | might
push him in a,olens polens Il: e
aj''I think you will find it all right now.
tits still little stiff, but you wifi be