The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-06-15

j side, drew the curtain closer and awaited "a
suits, tho watch cliltcled tightlyin his fingers
for fear OF losing 1t.
, The situation seemed Incredible. Here wa,
! Prof. Harley Whittling. author of severa
valuable works, respected by the faculty b
his college, ,perched on window ledge In /
foreign land, grasping watch which did MOI
belong to him, and driven TO abiect hiding
!, all because q woman must needs be fright
ened into Mysteries Oft his appearance III her
rooms. Oh, what flbs chs had told! How
could he have made mistake IN the corridor
9TH ne a a9er 2Rene ana ady
began to beat with nervous fhumps Of appre.
Il hension; the lady was Emily. He awaited
discovery with certain helpless resignation
Of despair, feeling TINT his fate was In Emily's
covered him, and alarm the hotel further. by
! her absurd feminine clamor? The shoulder
Ing anger of this womar-hater reached ell
max OF absolute fury at bis own ridiulous po.
sftion. He actually appeared to have scaled
| the window OF this maidenly bower, when he
wished himself very heartily any where else
on earth.
The candle rays CLEANED on the opposite
we'll, and seemed already TO separate the cur
Emily the widow drew asde the
hangfngs, and recoiled at the sight OF the pro-
lesser seated On the I'll 40 II II the very act
of jumping out, and With g watch II his
hana she da not seFeam nyountaty
Emily gazsd Of the man delivered over to her'
mercy, and silently the professor gazed back
al her. Had not the circumstances furnished
only q portion Of this mad night, and the
have been impaired to that earnest mutual
scrutiny On The part Of D. man and woman
previously strangers. Emily, with her cIassi-
cal brown bead softly Illuminated by the
candle she held Ii one firm hand, searched
the shadowy obsetrity OF the embrasure
where the professor lt1rked.
"Come In, and no person Bhall harm yOu,"
she finally said, in German.
She afterward confessed her only fear was
that the thief would leap from the window,
viBed, the professor slowly left his hiding
place, and retorted quite petttshly, In Eng
lish: aFor heavens sake, do not scream !!
Uan you not perceive have made mistake
IN the room2 Therel The watch is unlnjured,
hope"
Emily regarded him with d twinkle OF
amusement in her brown eyes. She was
obliged to assist LII diHengaging the trinkets
was no suspicion In her glance, for which the
Intruder felt the first glow OF an undylng
gratitude.
Had We not inferred that you we're Ger
man mar ct the table dhote, IT.. should =. have fan
ting, Of Blank College, at home, said Emily.
quietly.
Did q divine impulse Of tact, which Is
merely another name for a kind heart,
prompt her to cast this. straw OF rescue to
him. afloat IN such troubled waters2
II am Prof. Whiting" he returned. Then
he added abruptly, You must be Emily"
She eoloTed with surprise.
taz z s Mg rs Mhdf VIZ g tnss fi a or
ness Indicated as possible ID Martha's letter
The professor blushed to the roots Of his
hair, the open letter burned In his pocket like
conscience. How am ! To get out of this
..x,l ri
Viii ea lp sad &c E ' ds n1e En-
mo; do not explain any thing" implored
the professor, feebly. Let me-see-your
brother Tomorrow
And they gazed at each other steadily. It
occurred to the professor, even In his present
perturbation Of spirit, THAT the slope OF brow
In his companion's case was eminently intel
lectual. while Emily was moved to softer
emotion OF pity for his evident distress. She
cles.
Act precisely as tell you." she finally
said, with crisp peremptoriness OF tone.
u will do whatever you wish said the
closing about him.
Emily went into the outer room, moved the |
light adroitly, and insisted on muffling her |
In q cloak and leading her to the /
'You may never have another chance to
sec the Alps In this twilight" she said, and |
bore the tiny woman to the easement, shell |
terlng her from view by her own ample per- |
"You big creatures have no sympathy"
sobbed the tiny woman, spitefully. II WIS |
never SO frightened In my life, and Ned will I
not recover the watch, ! know. 1t was pas /
wedding present, and am sure we cannot |
afford to buy another like It,
cit is all over now" said Emily, soothingly. |
Look ut the snow mountains, dear"
SO the tiny woman ceased to sob, and stood |
In the presence OF that twilight world, vast,
silent and wonderful, the peaks blanching In |
The deepening night TO q ghostly Wilderness Of
clearness. A trifie chilled and awed BY the
grand spectacle, Mrs. Whiting forgot her
'They make me afraid" she sighed, and
grew quiet.
Edward was absent chasing the thief, and
Il Is remarkable fact that when he returned,
the stolen watch was lying on q side table,
partially hidden by a newspaper, which firmly
persuaded him that the little wife had SUI
Tered from nightmare
The professor had slipped through the outer
prisoner at the window, and fled up stairs
Yes, he had mistaken the corridor, after all |
bis precautions, and assembled only two flights
Instead Of three, while the chamber he had In
vaded must have numbered 105.
Our traveller did not Immediately retire. He
If the youthful graduate, and his thoughts
fire OF argument had died out
u his breast He walked the floor and
laughed oderately, causing sundry weary
travellers In adjacent quarters to invoke
blessings on his head. What an absurd
5crape! How. the students at home would
satirize the adventure Ia verse and song II
hey knew 1t! Suddenly he paused and be-
came grave What could Emily think of
him? She had found him seated In the WIN
low with stolen watch in his possession,
Ind he was unable to recall that he had made
my adequate explanation OF the curious cir
,umstance. He seemed to have taken 1t for
granted that she understood everything
without explanation, and he was able to feel
he aWkWarddess OF his predicament. How
zind she had been What good sense and
discretion she had evinced! In proportion to
he doubts Of himself, and the impression he
,ould have made, did the professor admire
Emily.
"She did not shrek or faint, and am con-
ident she is a fine woman" he reflected, at
he midnight hour "Only, what can She
hiYty oF ,apt