The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-06-09
JUST IN TIM E:
on,
A REMARKABLE TRIAL!
A STORY FOUNDED ON ACTUAL OCCURRENCES.
JULIAN G. NOE,
AUTHOR OF "DEsTINY," PRAIRIE FLOWER"
"BLAcKMAIL," ETC.
CHAPTER XII.
PHILIP AND MRS. wEEKs-A LESSON IN III
AuLITY-CoNFIDENCE.


NuLITY-CoNFIDENCE
Philip Eversleigh, during the few weeks
of his soiourn at Mrs. Gray's, had come TO
look upon his affection for Cecil as some-
thing which would never be sufficiently
queted to allow him peace of mind.
Thoughts of her constantly entered into
his studies; his devotions were broken in
upon by the fair vision. He found himself
drifting dangerously.
1t was sore trial-a hard battle-to keep
off the snare.
In his pocket he carried her picture. II
was present from Cecil to his mother, and
he had begged her to loan it him.
The possession of this gave him sense Of
nearness to her which was in itself, danger
ous: but of that he would not think. One
thing else helped keep his thoughts on the
loved one, and that was his daily meeting
with Mrs Weeks, his landlady's widow
friend
The formality with which she at first
treated him wore off as days passed, and she
began TO be friendly.
Philip went out but seldom, and then
early in the morning, for the sake of health.
He kept secluded till evening, when he
would sit with the ladies in the parlor for
IN hour or so, talking on the topics of the
day, or discussing points of Christian doc
trine
He found Mrs Weeks literally educated
much more literally than himself.
Her features, SO indicative of good breed
ing yet so sad, haunted HIM,
She had experienced trouble more than
the loss of husband or children alone would
,hab nf MT
had wrecked her life.
That she had been wealthy was evident
But resp ct for the sufferings of his fell
low creatures deferred the young student
from making any effort to open airesh
wounds which Time must have partially
healed.
His habit after breakfast was TO read
aloud the news. The paper was always
fold neatly and placed beside his plate.
On the Saturday following the unSuccess-
ful attempt of Clnrks gang to plumber the
Firth Avenue residence this article III the
Herald met his eye:
"ArTEMPrED RoBBERY.-On Thursday
night, thieves entered the residence of Miss
Clara Coles. No. 9l6 Fifth Avenue, by pry.
iDg off the shutters of basement window
and smashing in the glass. The closets
were rlhed OF their contents, and placed IN
heap, when Miss Cecil Clayton, VINO was
asleep on the second floor, awoke and tn
countered one OF the desperadoeS. She gave
the alarm, and the burglars fed, leaving
behind them their booty and several imple-
ments Of the profession. The perpetrators
are unknown"
Cecil Clayton in the city, and so near him!
What danger she had escaped If, in
their rage at being discovered, they had
killed her!
ANY news this morning, Mr. Ever
sleigh?' inquired Mrs Weeks, who was
helping Mrs Gray remove the dishes to the
kitchen.
"A triAe. Thieves broke into a house on
Fifth Avenue night before last, but were
scared off in time to save the effects"
"What is the number of the house, Mr.
Eversleigh?" asked his landl0dy. II know
a very benevolent young lady, who lives OIL
that avenue.
"rhe paper gives it as 916," replied
Philip, reluctantly.
Law exclaimed Mrs. Gray "The
very one. Such a good lady she is, too
Secretary of the Society for the Aid OF th'
In igent."
"Who-Miss Colesf'
eyes And they'd steal from her! Jus
as like rs not somebody she's helped"
Mrs. Gray was mistaken, yet had strucl
the average conclusion of woman.
'Ingratltude is one of the worst evil
mankind has to contend with, said Mrs
Weeks "You say the marauders escaped
Mr. Everslegh?"
'Yes; young lady heard them in time tt
save the valuables, but her cries frightened
them off.
No further news of an exciting nature pre-
senting itself he handed the paper to Mrs
Weeks, with the remark:
Il do not feel particularly interested
madam, if you will excuse me-"
The lady thanked him, and expressed sor
row for his illness
81 am not ill., madam" returned he
"only depressed" He took from his breas
pocket a small volume of lryants poem
and laid it in her lap. "You have men
toned the good old man as one of'your ia
vorite authors; this tiny volume of his pur
poetry may be acceptable"
He withdrew before she could thank him
In the solitude of his chamber he sa
down TO write to-Cecl. The surprise wa
so sudden lnut IL Hhu completely oNel-pdl
anced his discretion.
"What shall ] say2" he mused al d
not know how to commence or end.
would like to see her, if only for few min
utes. Well, I'll make trial.
Scribbling off few lines, he held them a
arms length and examined them critically
THAT will not do. She would mistak
me for fop"
Another aud another shared the same fat
as the first Finally his chair was puShe'
back in despair.
Il really do not know how to word it
and | will write no namby-pamby stuff
Yet must see her. Unles | do, fear m
usefulness is destroyed. A few minute
chat, l am sure, will restore me to m.
senses"
A light tap sounded on the door.
s'May come in?"s asked Mrs. Weeks fror
the hall.
Philip rose quickly and opened the door
81 trust do not intrude?" apologized th
: widow as she entered at his invitation.
"Not at all, madam" he answered, hand
ing o chai>