The Indiana State sentinel., 1879-09-03

then ne stopped to listen. He was in bed
chamber. and distant sounds of the strife
reached him.
What man is there who, when he comes to
face danger, does not feel fear2 None but
heroes in novels. Our hero was not that
kind. He trembled, and when he heard the
report of a pistol, he quaked. Then there
was step outside the door. He tried to
cock his revolver, but was to nervous. A
hand was ON the door-knob, and Mr.. Harvey
slid under the bed, regardless of his elegant,
new pantaloons.
The door opened, and Miss Smith herself
entered. Her face was swollen with rage,
and her nose very red. She was talking ve-
hemently and gesticulating excitedly.
"It's good thing for them boys that 1
didn't get hold of emp she cried. 81
wouldn't a'left whole bone in their bodies
the good-for-nothing whelpsr'
A light broke in on the perspiring Harvey
as he lay his whole length under the bed
by those same boys. How heartily he wish
ed Miss Smith had got hold of theml
"They're as mean" she continued, "as that
stuck up George Harvey, and that is saying
good DEAL" His ague fit increased in vi
olence.) cit was them that stole the cur
away from me before could kill him. But
I'll pay that villain yet, for killing Toni"
"Oh for some avenue of escapep sighed
the incarcerated enemy.
Miss Smith continued to rave for some
time, but finally she grew calm, and proceed
ed to close the window and draw the cur
tains. Harvey groaned inwardly. Then
she locked the door. and Harvey despaired.
''Im lostl Oh, Lydia, Lydial
Miss Smith went to the glass and took off
her hair. He peeped out.
"Cranium smooth as an egg" he mentally
noted.
She opened her mouth and took out her
teeth. Harvey shuddered.
How hideousr' he muttered. "Mon Dieul
Mon Dieul"
He knew this much French. but did not
know the meaning. 1t relieved his feelings,
however.
Presently Miss Smith began to unbutton
her shoes.
"Foot like fat-iron," muttered George
thinking of his beloved's pretty, plump foot
and ancle. But how shall 1 get out?"
He groaned aloud in bitterness of spirit.
Miss Smith started as though bomb-shell
had burst at her feet. George buried his head
in his arms and groaned again, regardless of
consequences.
Thieves robbers help-murderr" scream
ed Miss Smith; and gasping her victim by
the hair, she drew him into the middle of the
room. When she recognized him she gave
another shrill scream.
"Ohl you wretch-you vile creaturel I'll
show you how to hide under the couch of an
unprotected femalel Oh, you thief-you
miscreantl"
She clutched formidable butcher-knife
and stood over him menacingly.
Harvey went down on his knees and clasp
ed his hands.
"Let me explain" he cried.
mo you don't, villain! There's only one
way you can make atonement, and that is by
marrying me-"
Marry herl Merciful Heavenl Marry
that paragon of ugliness! Oh, Lydiai
Lydial
Speak outT she shrieked. "Quickl' and
the knife was descending when he gasped
"Yes-yes," and sank on the floor.
She threw her arms about his neck and
began to drag him up. Then he awoke. A
pair of arms were round his neck; rosy lips
were tenderly touching his, and silvery
laugh rippled through the room. The moon
was shining through the window, and re-
vealed his own sitting-room and this fair
form.
at was dream, it was dreaml" he cried,
and clasped the slender form of his dear
Lydia to his heart, while Jumbo barked with
delight.