The Morning herald., 1878-12-03

the ''IravelerS Rest, Cecil, cast down by
her failure, took refuge in Clara's boudoir.
But Clara was lily fitted to cheer her, fol
she felt that she had been slighted in not
being informed of her friends manoeveres.
Not knowing the inner history of the CLAY.
ton family, she could not possibly under
stand why Cecil should expose herself to
such dangers. Yet the explanation given
was trife satisfactory, though terse-''I
thought had cluep
The sorrow-stricken girl came in for q
sound berating, which her inherited pride
rebelled against.
An outburst of passion was the result.
Then Clara, seeing that she herself was the
cause of it, attempted to soothe her. Thus
engrossed, they heard neither the ring at the
door-bell, nor the gruff voice, few minutes
after, inquiring for Miss Cecil Clayton.
"What is 1t. Jane?" said Clara, an
swering the servants light rap at the door.
''Mr. Black to see Miss Clayton"
"Mr. Black!' repeated Cecil; II don't
know any such person.
Clara laughed merrily.
"Relative of Mr.. White, Brown, or Green,
likely, dear"
"What does he look ike9" asked Cecil,
impatiently.
'Like a coal-heaver, or a bricklayer,
maam," returned the servant. .~r {
Cecil descended to the parlor floor.
In the vestibule, just outside the door,
which the servant had left ajar, stood Tom
Black, watched by one of the domestios.
what is it you wish, sir?"
''To see you'll" replied Tom, his eyes half
She did not recognize her preserver of the
previous night, as he was dressed in an en-
tirely different manner, and wore his hat
low down on his forehead.
And his voice was changed and gruffer
than usual.
"What is your business here?"
'Let me come inside, and I'll tell YOU"
"But, sir, /"
'I'm roughly dressed and tough lookin'-
that's what's the matter, sposep Mr..
Black interrupted.
stBut don't know you'll" exclaimed Cecil.
s'Sure O. that? Guess you're mistaken!"
He had almost succeeded in getting into
the hall.
Cecil placed herself in the vestibule, bar
ring the ingress. 1Ar ~
sWell, don't think you heard my name
last night" continued Tom; "but yer seed
Il0 kuOCh ON0T JUc WuuO WUo 6VAAA w
hurt yer" .,.l
Her countenance changed, smile Of re-
lief taking the place of the puzzled, half
angry look.
at once. He closed the door behind him,
as he entered, remarking:
'Ill Jest take that leetle precautionp'
In an instant Cecil had it open again.
"How dare your" she demanded, haughtt-
ly. 5~
"Only to keep others from hearin' some
thing what Miss Clayton wouldn't like to
have heerd-a chunk of her history!
"What know you of me?"
"Good deal-nuff to pay yer for listenin'
minute or two. But leave the door open,
if ye like, ma'am."
It was closed.
"Tm here, principally, ma'am, as book
larned folks would say, to ask If you'd tako
FOOLS advice, and go back to yer home in
Connecticut
"Go back homer
"That's what said"
"When?"
ssSoon as possible"
"For what2"
"For yer own good" I
s'f you Will expialn' May.
Sunless yer get out o New York, CLARK
Jared Clark yer know-he'll do something
desprit and you'll be the sufferer. He's
under lock ana key at present. but how long
he'll stay SO I couldn't begin to say: | put
up a lob on him for your sake; If you'll
promise to go home, I'll. unwind some part
of long yarn.
II promise" ,.
Her quick answer seemed to give him in
tense satisfaction. .....-,..-.,
"That's it; and git out soon as yer can"
"You are not what you seem, my man.
said Cecil. "Who are your
"To you I'm friend" was the laeonlc
reply. ''My names Tom Black, and I'm q
amatoor detective" i,
"Ah! Perhaps, then, you know
"What know" he interrupted
IT did not hire your pettishly.
.No: hire myself" -