The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-02-11

II. Mr.. Myers lung the relns over tne
dashboard and sprang out.
Dora Dora Kleinl" he called, but
there was no answer save the faint echo
of his own voice
And when the lamp was lighted, 1t
shone on a scene of dismay and con-
fusion but the first corner at which the
farmer glanced revealed to him that the
loose boards beneath his south window
had been torn away, and the treasure
nook which had held the silver spoons
and the stocking full of bank notes
their little all-was empty.
I" So much for your girl and her friend,
Janel" said Mrs. Myers, in the bitter
ness of his first anger; and Mrs. Myers
burst into tears, not SO much, after all,
at the loss of the money, although that
was serious enough matter, as to think
that little Dora Klein, of whom she had
unconsciousy grown so fond, was un-
worthy of tender thought.
That was one side of the little, every
day life story at the cottage; and now
let us take peep at the other Her
master and mistress had been gone an
hour, and Dora was chopping away at
the meat, singing some roundelay as
| she worked, when there was cracking
on the floor, and turning her head, she
started to behold two very tall, andgruf
looking men in the room.
" Who are you ?" demanded Dora,
with feigned valor, "and what do you
wantp"
" Don't worry yourself, my lass"
said the the taller of the twain, grufliy,
land don't make any noise, If you
don't want your neck twisted round like
chicken's.'
While the other, busying himself in
reconnoitering the cppboards and the
shelves, turned suddenly round with a
| volley of oaths.
Nothing but tin and pewter, he
sDarled. "Tell us, where is the silver,
girl ?"
1--WE have no silver" said Dora, fall
teringly. "What should poor people
like us do with silverp''
" The money, then ? know there is
money, for saw him come out of the
bank yesterday with wallet full. Quick,
we haven't any time to lose."
" It's-it's up stairs, sewed in the
bottom of the feather bed, in the spare
room," hesitated Dora" but you won't
hurt meY'
"What should we hurt you for ?"
FIJI Ia,tt ha O. d.
up stairs, Jack, and see, while I stay
here to keep this girl from raising the
neighborhood.
d" shall not Scream" said Dora, ele-
waiting her head little contemptuously.
"Who is there to hear me, If / did ?
We are far from any house."
"That IS true enough" said the man
called Jack. "Give us your knife,
Casey, and we'll stir up the live goose
feathers to some purpose. The gal won't
trouble u.s."
But the heavy footsteps of the men
had hardly sounded at the head of the
stairs when Dora's languid assumption
of indifference vanished. Like winged
bDlTlb bnc lcW dClObb tlO AOOu3 anu
noiselessly prying up the loose boards
with knife, she caught up the japaned
box and the stocking, and hiding them
in her apron, jumped from the low win
dow to avoid the noise of the rusty door
hinge, and struck into the woods at the
back of the house.
No hare ever darted more swiftly
through the tangled forest than did Dora
Klein, until at last safe in the deepest
recesses, where no one who was not
nimble as deer and slender as herself,
could follow. And then, crouching
down among the underground, she
watched and waited. AS night approach
ed, and friendly dusk crept over hill
and dale, she ventured by degrees to
approach the side of the woods, where
the north star beamed overhead, reas-
suring her of her whereabouts. And
when at last the hoarse voices of the
two men, hurrying down u secluded by
road struck momentary terror to her
heart, the afterthought followed with
blessed relief-the certainty that they
were gone and she was safe.
Mr.. Myers and Jane were seated by
the fire that they had just rekindled,
neither of them with any heart to set
about the preparation of thefrugal even
ing meal, when the door creaked on its
its hinges, and something glided in pale
and silent.