The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-05-29

In another moment the dark Young
nan arms were about Adele, and he
was possessing himself of the state OF
tbs case.
AND so, because Miss Montrose ad-
naireu your lace, you dare to make such
an accusation!" he exclaimed, turning
Oh MISS Mahoney, and his face almost
gray with wrath.
make no unsupported accusation"
Sa.o MISS Mahoney. 'Miss Meyer has
roem-n
"Oh, you don't believe it, Philip!n
l,eu ADELE, IN an agonized tone.
believe it! Not if all the"
oust at that time so furious barking
I n without from Laddie, that Mrs.
lerson, who at any other time would
iioI nave minded it, now, with all her
nerves fluttering. ran to see what was
Ine matter, and in another moment her
cIy and call rang out so wild and loud
.nas, by natural instinct half the people
III inc room had followed her-to see
Laddie, who had freed the cat in the
branches of the old dead oak under
Auele's window, himself powerless in
sne grasp of Jack, who had descended
from his frequent perch in those
branches, and planting himself firmly
on Laddie's shoulders, had proceeded to
Tear out his hair by beakfuls. At the
approach of Ladies' reinforcement,
though, in the shape of Mrs. Pierson,
Jack extracted his claws, screaming and
fluttering back; and following his fight
with their eyes, they all saw what Mrs.
FsPierson had seen-the end of something
delicately white and fibrous peeping
from the moss and lichens in the crotch
of the hollow tree.
Philip, who had not followed, but had
remained, hushing Adele's sobs, heard
the voices that called him; and in less
time than that it takes to tell, he was in
the crotch of that tree. "Whose mag
pie is thisP" he cried, as we'll as he could
be heard for Jacks scolding, sitting
astride the branch, and beginning to
pull out long string firmly quilted and
felted in the hollow with hair and mat
ted moss. "Here is his nest, which he
has hidden away; and here" Che knew
very well what it was)-"i is this string
of any consequence"
cit is the lace! it is the lace?n cried
Lucia.
"The lace!n echoed Jane. "And
that is Adele's room just over the hollow.
He got out with it from Miss Mahoney's
room, and the wind futtered this end
into Adele's window while he was stow
ing it away; and that is what Maria
Meyer saw, if she saw any thing"
"Oh, my lace. my lace! It's ruined |!
it is almost ruined!'' cried Miss Ma
honey; and then she remembered Adele.
81 am so sorry, Miss Montrose!" she
said" so sorry! Indeed l am! How
can you ever overlook it?''
81 never CAM" sobbed Adele, trem-
bling still in every fiber.
"You may just pack your trunks,
Miss Mahoney, for the afternoon STAGE
said Mrs. Pierson. 81 can't have"
"And here is comb," interrupted
Philip still bringing out one thing after
another" yours, by its air and bring
ing up, Mrs. Pierson. And bow Of
ribbon, and curl of yellow hair, and a
stuffed humming-bird, and-and what
is this, AdeleP" and he held up a gold
chain and onyx locket.
"Oh, it is mine!" exclaimed Adele
eft is the one you gave me on my birth.
day. l couldn't imagine what had be
come of it,
"And you didn't make any outcry.'
"Oh, l thought thought mean,
thought she never came honestly by
so many things, and was sure she had
taken it to add to the others, and ii
didn't seem worth while to make any
fuss. So after that l just locked my
drawers"
"SheP" cried Miss Mahoney, now
recovering her lost breath. "Shef
MeP "a MahoneyP Is it 1, you lit
tie
"Oh yes!" replied Adele. "And |
am so ashamed! And you never can
forgive me-"
81 never cam" said Miss Mahoney.
But directly afterward she broke into a
hearty laugh. "My dear Miss Adele, -
said she, az can, and l do; and you
must, and you shall. AS for that bad
Jack, he deserves to have his neck
WrunS; ana L IL 90 1t-lndeed, then, L
would-if / didn't need him to keep
Laddie in subsection. Now 1 beg your
pardon heartily, and every body's, and
/ know you're going to grant it. The
poor Devonshire point! that it will take
me weeks to restore, and I suppose it
would have uncomfortable associations,
too. But I've lots of old Irish lace just
as delicate as that, and it will look just
as well as the finish to a bridal toilette.
And you mustn't feel hard. You see,
we're quits; you thought as much OF
me. I'm well-meaning old thing /;
and perhaps Mrs. Pierson will let me
stay, after all. "-Harper' Bazar.
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