The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-02-08

knocked at the door
"If you please, Miss said she,
"ihere's lady below who desires to
sec you Immediately"
Eudora held out boln hands plead.
ingly.
"Only for one night, Meta she
urged. an be personally responsi.
bic. Dear Meta, please
Meta Gray hesitatcd in an agony Of
pcrplexiiy.
Hannah Knocked again.
"She is in hurry, mis-" said
Hannah.
There. take them" cried Meta,
pushing the case into Eudora's hand;
"and. oh, be careful Of them !
ought'n to let you have them, know
I ought not, but-yes, yes, Hannah,
I am coming
And, relocking the jewel box and
wardrobe, she put the keys into her
pocket and hastenc,l down siair', fol-
lowed by the exuliani Eudora Fen
ley.
The lady whose haste was 81 immc.
date, proved to he only poor friend
Of the Darkclales. AMI when she hal
taken a reluctant leave, our poor lit
tie heroine found herself with abund-
ant seisurc to reflect over what she had
done.
"Oh. how wrong il was oi me" she
thought. with remorsc aud anguish.
But she will bring them back to.
morrow, and then ] will never, never
let them 60 out Of my hands again
Meanwhile, Miss Eudora Fenley,
speeding homewanl like an arrow ont
Of I,ow, found herself checked at a
street corner by the gentleman who
gave guitar lessons and wore his hair
curling down his neck.
SWELL. said he, in low, imPeri'
Gus voice, "have you got it,
81 have got ne money"
A smothercd execralion burst from
between his lips.
Hush said Eudora, impatiently.
do hear me out. | said | had m
money; neither have |, but I've got
better than that, Mrs. Darkelale's
Jewels"
She opened the fold of her dress
Just wide enough for him to perceive,
in the depths of her packet the tar
nished rel velvet case.
His face frightened.
Good" he said, briefly; you're
clever; hut don't 60 home. Our little
plans are discovered; the police ara
on the scent. I've 90, all the valua-
bles, such as they are, aud, with your
windhll, we can 90 where We please.
Aiter this little insight into the pri'
vate life and conversation of Mr. Os-
valid Fenley ard his accomplished sis
ter, our readers may readily conjecture
that Miss Eudora did not return next
morning with Mrs. Darketlalc's jewel
case in her hand.
Meta waited until towards night,
making all due allowance for Eudoras
fatigue after a night OF merrymaking,
and then with throbbing heart, and
strange. vague fear beseiiing her brain
hurried to the private dressmaking
and millinery establishment.
But. tn her d,smay, the apartments
we're vacated, and ITO Let" stared
her in the face. waiercd on the psnels
of the door.
"a bad lot. miss" said the landla.
dy, Indignantly shaking her head;
"and il I'll any idea of what they was
like, I'd u let my room stand empty
afore I'd a-rented 'em to them. Why,
Miss, the police were here yesterday,
and il seems they're well-known CON
iidence pair-and they cheated me
out Of quarters rent into the har'
gain"
"But where have they gomez" gasp
ell Meta.
That's what III like To know my.
self" sail the landlady; land what
the police mean to find out, too.
Meta Gray went home, with her
heart feeling like lead within her.
For an instant she, too, felt almost
inclined To follow the example of Miss
Fenley and her guiiarplaying brother,
aud disappear mysteriously. .
For now, how could she ever face
Mrs. Darkelale after lhisy
And Meta cried herself To -lccp,and
not only that night, hut every night
Tor week.
"lm afraid il don't agree with yon
to be left alone, Miss" said old Han
nah, inquisitively scanning her young
MISTRESS wan face and tear.swOllen
eyelids. but there. one comfort
Mrs. Darkelale will soon he home
now"
YES ieebly assenled Meta.
But she didn't seem to brighten up
very much at the immediate prospect
of this "comiort.
Mrs. Dsrkelale came at last.