Stevens County tribune. (Morris, Minn.) 1877-1880, 1878-10-31

know of. He will como to us-I feel sure
of fiat last, Martin, at last
"Yes. it may be 80, Agnes" the man
said. sit may be SO; the time has been
long, the days woeful, but we may be
happy after all that has gone. Agnes,
believe it osH be so."
They kissed each other, and made
ready for the journey which they must
take to enter upon their inheritance
And they travelled together over the road
with eyes that grew brighter fer this
small spark of hope in their heart
Through all the proceedings that follow
ed, tIis grew end grew; and when, at
last, they found themselves undisputed
owners of pretty house and money
enough to 1--we on in comfort, they began
to feel sure that their boy would yet share
it with them.
The first evening in their new homes
was almost happy.
| agnes, we must put this cash away in
in bank tomorrow" said the husband,
counting over roll of notes. sit Is not
careful; we have that to do which must
make us economical
eyes, Martini" said his wife, as she
held the light for him and he locked the
small, old-fashioned safe. "You see,
when the boy comes to US, we will want
to do all we can for him, and home must
be pretty place. We can live on almost
nothing until he does come"
Afterward, in the dark, their heads.
close together on the pillow, the early
couple talked on, dreaming like chill
dren.
MARTIN" said Agnes, s'when he does
come, our roor boyi perhaps he will be
rough and not well hammered; he has not
had us to teach him; we must be very
leuient."
| eyes, yes" said Martin; "but the boy
win improve. Re will improve. Young
as he is, he can go to college yet"
"Away from us?' said the mother.
"No, no, he shall come home every
day." said the father. "Will he be tall,
I wonder9 We are usually tall, but yeur
people are shorter"
Something may have happened to
hurt his looks" but we would only love
him better for it if it so. However he
comes, we will be so good, 50 good to
him. He will come, will he not, Martini
he could not be dead. after all9"
mo, no, I feel sure that he will come.
I've known all the while he was not
dead" said Martin. I'll advertise all
over the United States-all over Europe.
If that fails, even in India, In some way.
You see, he may have been earned to
some foreign country. Men who know
all languages that are spoken shall see
that my advertisement is put into each
one. Yes, we shall have him back
"Hark," said Agnes; "what is thata'
They listened. A low, grating sound
at the door below, regular and carefully
subdued-a click-a crack.
"Some one is trying to break in" said
Martin.
Agnes hid her face in the pillows
They were alone in lonely house on a
S lonely road. They had several thousand
e dollars in their possession. Martin was
r not powerful man and though he had
: pistol, there might be two or three against
one, and then there was little hope for
t him.
He arose and took his weapon in his
hands, and felt about for matches. And
2 Agnes heard a creaking of the flooring
and the sound of muffied footsteps, and
: also sprang to the floor.
8 "Thev are at the safe belowr cried
t Martin. Agnes, the money-the money
8 for our boy! Oh! if my life is lost for its
sake cannot lose that. cannot can
0 not!'
D "Martin! Martini stay-do not go.
: What can you do, one man aloneG"
e screamed Agnes.
e But he was gone. She was alone in
= the darkness. 1t was all over in mo.
ment. There were shots, osths- "a fall
j silence. She crept down stairs, tremb-
4 ling so that she could scarcely stand
e Leaning against the safe was her husband,
blood upon his sleeve; on the floor lay a
T" man in Grape mask, stifening in death
e ''Martin!" sobbed the woman, Martini
e 81 have killed him. cried the man
}. Fasten the door, put up the great bar
:, Had not forgotten that, they could not
}. have entered. Oh, it is horrible, but
could not lose every chance of my boy
!; They fired at me, at them. wounded
o both. Tho one is dying. I am little
hurt-not much and the money is safe
r untouched. On, to think / should
I have killen mani! II"
e "Martin, he may not be dead, !" said the
woman. "He is young. hope he is not
e dead. Perhaps he has a mother some
e where. Let me bind up your hand.
:, Then we will try to restore him. Dear
] Martin, even if it is so, who can blame
r you2 Poor, poor boyr'
s She pound up the Craze On her hus-
S bands hand. They lifted the young
mans body to the soft rug, and undid
: the mask. A lace was revealed, young,
S handsome, and pallid as marble.
"Oh, tits terrible !" said tho wife. mo
4 older than our poor boy. All, Martin, he
s IS dead, fear. / will loosen his necktie.
s You take off his shoes and rub his feet.
8 Oh, morning is so far awayl This is
f such lonely place. Martin, what is iti"
e She stared at her husband in horror.
It His face was as the face of death. He
3 sat CHASTITY and terrible to look upol ,
r holding in his hand one of the feet thai
: he had undressed.
"Deadr' he said, wildly. .Deadl and
t shot him--Im
t sMartinm shricked the wife. She lald
t the dead mans head down on the rug
e and crept up to her husband. God viii
!, forgive you," she said; and then her eyes,
g dilating themselves upon the point at
:. which her husband started.
Q l. was the foot of a young burglar.
o The left shoe was off-the stocking also.
!, The high white instep was uncovered,
and on it she saw the little ta.teced w
: with tiny cross beside it. 1t was her
9 son who lay there.
r "Mart!nl" she screamed again, ''Martin,
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