Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-07-10

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ously, from the top of a load o
barrels.
& say, It's time yon were home. ,
said Nehemiah Hardbroks, "youl
gals got company"
"What do you mean ?'' demanded
Myers. te
"Why the doors and windows
were all open as l came by the
crossroads, Jest where yc can see
across the medder to your back door
there was two CIR three men in the
kitchen ] thought it was some OF
your folks, till l see your wagon
Just now"
james Myers looked at his wife.
Mrs Myers, white, anxious face
returned the gaze.
Dora is there" assented Mr..
Myers, "that's the very reason I'm
worried. Hold the baby firm, and
I'll see what's in old Dobbin."
How they ratified over the frosty
road, Dobbin galloping as if trying
the turf, and the old wood rushing
past them like the scenic spendors
of panorama, while to the anxious
hearts Of wife and husband, every
moment seemed an age. The house
was dark when they reached it
Mr.. Myers flung the rcins over the
dashboard and sprang out.
"Dora !! Dora Klein !" he called.
but there was no answer save the
faint echo of his own voice.
And when the lamp was lighted,
it shone on a scene of dismay and
confusion; but the first corner at
which the farmer glanced revealed
to him that the loose boards beneath
the south window had been torn
away and the treasure nook which |
had held the silver Spoons and the
stocking tnll OF bank notcs--their
little all-was empty.
$50 much for yoGr girl and her
friends, Jane !" said Mr. Myers, in
the bitterness of his first anger,
Mrs. Myers bust into tears, not
SO much, at all, at tIfe loss of the
money, although that Was serious
matter, as 10 think that lit
tie Dorah Klein, OF whom she had
unconsclou,ly grown SO ford, was
Of q tender thought.
That was one side of the little,
every day life story at the cottage
apd now let us take peep at the
other. Her master and mistress
bad been gone an hour, and Dora
was chopplDg away at the meat,
SINE louhdelay as she
wol ked, when a cracking on the
floor claimed her attention, and
turning her head, she was startled
10 behold two very tall ard gruff
looking men in the room.
"Who are you?" demanded Do
rah, with frightened valor, land
what do you want ?''
Don't worry yourself, my lass,"
said the taller of the twain, gruffiy,
and don't make any noise, il you
don't want your neck twisted like
4 chicken s."
While the other, busying himself
n rec"nnoltering the cupboards
md the shelves, turned suddenly
around with volley of oaths:
''Noihing but tin and pewter"
ne snarled. Tell us where is the
silver, girl %
1--WE have no silver" said Dora,
,alterIDo "What ShOuld moor
reople like us do with silver ?"
The money, then? I know
here is money, for | saw him come
out of the bank yesterday with a
wallet full. Quick, We haven't any
lime to lose.'
Visits up stairs, sewed in the
bottom of the feather bed, in the
spare room," hesitated Dora, but
You won't hurt me?"
"What should we hurt you for ?"
scornfully demanded the iuffian.
Go up s'airs, Jack, and see, while
stay here to keep this eirl from
raising the neighborhood.
81 shall not scream" said Dora,
eleva:ing her head contemptuously.
Who is there to hear me, if l
lid We are far from any house,
That's true enough" said the
man called Jack. Give us your
knife, Casey, and we'll stir up the
i've goose feathers to sore pur-
pose The gal won't trouble us "
But the heavy footsteps OF the
men had hardly sounded at the
head OF the stairs when Dora's Ian.
guild assumption of Indifference
vanished. Like winged split she
aew across the room, aud noise
lessly prying up the loose boards
With a knife, caught mp the ia.
panned box aud the stocking, and
hiding them in her apron, jumped
from the low window TO avoid the
noise of the rusty or-hinges, and
struck into the woods at the back
OF the house.
No hare ever darted more swift
" through the tangled forest than
did Dora Klein nntii nt InSt S.fa