The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-10-22

mediate impression on her. She was
fascinated, and felt that she had found
an atmosphere where her highest words
might safely float. There are men who
may well be styled male firts, who trifle
with an artless maiden till they read her
soul, and then leave its book Enclosed.
The drummer was such q man. Before
the train reached Worcester, Jennie felt
that she had known him for lifetime.
She told him of her own history, of
Perryville, of her fathers wealth, of her
purpose in visiting Boston. With rapt
attention Mr.. Lawrence listened, per-
Sectly satisfied to find that he had opened
the girls heart, and encouraging her
confidence by attentive fattery.
" You must favor me with your adj
dress while you are in Boston," he said,
I" for shall do myself the honor of call
ing on you"
Jennie promised that she would, and
fondly imagined her pride at having
such a gentlemanly admirer. In her
heart she determined upon writing TO
George Harrison the next day, and ask
ing to be released from her engagement
Wouldn't it be nice to astonish Perry
vile by announcing her engagement to
such a nice gentleman as Mr.. Lawrencei
In her mind she married the words,
4" Mrs. Alexander Lawrence" What
would Ellen White say? Wouldn't all
the good people of Perryville be aston
ished?
All too soon Worcester was reached.
Jennie's foolish little heart beat rapidly
when Mr.. Lawrence took her hand and
bade her good-by, with q tender ex-
preston of the hope that he might meet
her again in Boston.
Then he went out, and Jennie felt
very lonely. She caught one last
glimpse of him from the car window,
and then the cars went on, and the
dream was over.
Soagreeable had been the companion
ship with Mr.. Lawrence that Jennie had
for whole hour forgotten all about her
fear of pickpockets. Now the thoughts
came again. There was the dark
bearded gentleman still in the seat be-
fore her. There was--no, there was
not She put her hand to her bosom.
Her pocket-bOok a0as gone. She made
the discovery, and announced it with
little scream, and then a success
sion of shrieks.
The attention of all the passengers
was excited, and the gallant conductor
came running to the rescue, expecting
to find the lady in an epileptic fit.
ooh, oh It is gone He has got
it p she cried, in perfect agony.
"What is it. madame" (The con-
ductor did not ask the question very
pleasantly
"He has stolen my pocket-book /"
she cried.
"Who, madam ?"
"He-that fellow-that pickpocket p
indicating the astonished gentleman,
who had leaned over the seat, looking
mildly at the young lady.
Which gentleman" asked the con-
dactor, not at sall pleased with the dis
turbance.
"That man p Jennie cried. "Dont
let him get off ! He has got my money
/ had it in my bosom. and he stole it
Search him Get it %
"Madam, % the conductor said, cit is
impossible"
"He's got it, an you know it !" the
girl demonstrated. "You're in league
with him, I know! Oh. dear; VOL t
somebody help me?"
and poor Jennie burst into paroxysm
Of tears.
The conductor looked doubtfully at
the accused gentleman, who immediate
ly said:s
eff the lady thinks [ have her pock-
et-book, l am willing that you should
search me, conductor.
The search followed. The gentleman
regarded the conductor with a quizzical
expression on his face, as he emptied
first one pocket. then another. The
passengers regarded the proceeding with
amused faces. Jennie anxiously
watched every movement. The pocket
book was not fonnd.
go dear, dear p Jennie cried. "What
shall 1 do? %
Madam" the conductor said, cit
was, no doubt, the young man who &C.
cupied part of this seat that deprived
you of your pocket book !"
"What I" Jennie exclaimed, looking
up through her tears. "What! you do
not think he stole it? No, sir that was
Mr.. Alexander Lawrence, from New
York"
"Indeedw the conductor returned.
"And who is hep"
Jennie was nettled.
"He is one of the incest of men," she
answered.
"Did you ever see him before?"
"What if I didn't ?"
"Madam, you will find him to be the
thief. By the way, do you know who
this gentleman is that you have accused
of theft 2"
emo"
+" It is no other than Rev. DR.. s.,
of New York"
Jennie turned deadly pale. What had
she done? The name of Rev. DIR. s.
had often met her eye, and she had
thought of him as one of the great men
of the United States. Confusion pos
sessed her soul, but her natural frank
ness came to her rescue. The conduc-
tor had gone on down the aisle, and,
acting on an impulse of her better
nature, she leaned forward.
CDR. s." she said, quietly, "I
beg your pardon for what I did"
The reverend gentleman smiled
blandly.
81 am glad that you are satisfied Of
my innocence" he mischievously said,
and added: "Did you lose large
sum ?"
Gone hundred dollars, sir"
"That is, indeed, a great loss, DIR.
s. remarked, courteously, "but I
think if you act on the conductors adj
vice you may recover it.
"Do you think Mr.. Lawrence took
it?"
A nameless fear seized Jennie's mind.
81 think it probable, madam" DIR.
s. answered. Just think it all
over and make your conclusions"
His manner was so kindly that Jennie
felt herself ashamed. Gradually there
dawred on her mind the idea that Alex
ander Lawrence was not only fraud
but flrt and hypocrite 1t is easy
for New England girl to arrive at
conclusion. The fire flashed to her eyes,
and with the rushing of the blood came
q cameo If hatrod for the man In whom