The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-08-28

| between them. 1t was eyidens that An
dreas Harley was displeased with some
thing, but he took care to conceal his
| displeasure as much as possible.
The night following the one that wit
messed the scene in the counting room
described above witnessed the robbery
of the safe.
This time $50 were distracted, and
Andreas Harley called one Of the clerks,
Theodore Mason, to his desk, and ac-
quainted him with the facts.
Mason upon being asked if be sus-
pect anybody, said:
| Lee"
| The merchant started ut the announce
n1ent, but flush of triumph stole to his
temples.
81 saw Lee standing by the store last
night at II, while was going home from
the club" continued Mason evincing an
eagerness to unburden himself of some
thing that preyed upon his mind. sHe
did not see me" as it was raining and he
carried his umbrella Iowa little lower
than was necessary fancy
IT am on the right trail, said Andreas
Harley, exultingly. "And yet, feigning
a sorrowful tone, 81 do not want to think
the purloiner is Philip Lee"
"Nor do l." said Mason; "but circum-
stances condemn him, but I do not like
to speak against Philip
Andreas Harley persuaded Mason to
| unburden his mind further concerning
Philip Lee, and that night the accused
| clerk found himself in the clutches of
the law.
The arrest was so quietly conducted
that the public was unaware of the trans
action until the morning papers placed it
before their eyes.
Flushed with triumph, Andreas Har-
ley, on the morning following Philip
Lees arrest, fastened to the home of the
| Martins. He often made such calls on
his way to the store, and this morning he
fonnd the bankrupt's family pleased to
see him.
Maumee was in the parlor preparing
for her class in music, and Andreas Har
ley thought she looked lovelier than ever
in her plain dress and unnetted hair.
He did not doff his over coat; he said
he had not long stay; he had stepped in
to impart piece of information which
might interest the tenants Of his house.
The merchants daughter wondered
what the news might be as Andreas Har-
ley drew morning journal from his
pocket.
81 am sorry that / have occasioned
this paragraph, he said, touching tisc
top of a column of city news: Ebut [
could not help it,
Maumee took the paper. and, in a mo-
ment, mastered the account of Philips
arrest.
"Mr. Harley, can not you be nlistak-
| en?' she asked, when she looked from
the paper with pallid face.
"No, Maumee; the proofs are convinc-
ing against him." he answered and then,
while the fair girls head lay on her
bosom and her eyes swimming with tears,
fell to the floor, he left his chair and
came to her side.
ssGirl," he said, sis Philip Lee any
thing TO you?"
Maumee quickly drew her hand from
his grasp and started to her feet.
Gle is something to me-" she cried,
facing the merchant, through whose
scheming she seemed to have seen in
stantly. "He is much to me-and more,
Andreas Harley, he never robbed your
safe!"
The merchant for some moments did
not know what to say, but at last he
found his tongue.
''Girl, he is guilty, greatly regret to
say; but you can save him."
GLOW, Mr.. Harley"
"By being my wife! I can iberate
him, and on such condition the doors of
the jail shall be open to him.
Fire flashed in Maumee Martins dark
eyes.
"Andreas Harley" she cried, 'yonder
is the door that leads into the street"
and with quivering finger she pointed to
| the portal.
''This house is mine.
81 care not"
''I can turn you out into the snow"
"There is the door, l wish to live un-
der such bounty as yours no longer"
81 will not go until you promise to be
my wife, :" said the merchant, sternly.
| At that moment the widow entered the
room, and Maumee sprang into the
chamber which her mother had just va
cated
An instant latter she reappeared, bear
| ing musl1et OF quaint and clumsy work
manship.
$50, Andreas Harley" she cried, in a
determined tone. Mother, please open
| the door for the plotter.''
Wondering what had transpired to mar
the friendship existing between Maumee
and the merchant, Mrs. Martin opened
| the parlor door, and Andreas Harley,
with elenched hands and vengeful visage
strobe from the room.
No sooner had he departed than Maui
NEE dropped the gun and threw herself
| into her mothers arms.
sOh, mother, mother" she cried. how
| swiftly one misfortune follows another
| But" and she lifted her head. 'sPhilip
| shall not be condemned He shall not
fall the victim of a conspiracy-never.'
Yet that day the Martins were driven
| from beneath the roof which had shell