Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-01-18

dim outline OF u Elan moving thlther ant
thither as though he knew every inch 81
the ground he trod. Now, We knew h
would be certain to carry arms, and 81
we had to be exceedingly cautious.
Tom coolly placed an Old fur cap on /;
stick he had beside him, and hung i
over the hole, shouting as he did so:
"Who's there2
We received no answer, but though
We saw the figure move nearer to thu
cabin.
ANSWER, continued Tom, waving thu
old fur hat, answer, or I'll fire.
But Tom had no time to do anything
of the kind, for the rascal fired directly
and l, looking through chink in tn.
rough and divided flooring, saw and re
coGuiZed the thief as one to whom Ton
and had been the best of friends. Il
was Simon Rail, man whose reputation
had been Of late far from satisfactory.
Tom and | were unhurt. and ere We
could get down, for we had noticed the
villain had removed the ladder, Simon
Rail had escaped to cover.
Ali the settlement was alarmed, and
search made, but he was not found until
atterward.
| Well, three years more Of hard work
| found me rich man, and Tom and
| reached Melbourne, and sailed with hope,
| love and JOY for England's happy shores.
When l reached home no one would
have known me with my beard and pecu-
| liar attire-half settler, half nautical. |
need not tell you how eagerly sought
No. - Northamton square. 1t all seemed
the same. Seven years and a half had
very little altered London, so far as l
co,ld see. Yes, it all seemed the same
| until reached her house.
"How dirty and neglected. thought T.,
as gazed up at the dingy yet familiar
old place. Il am certain Lilly cannot
be here, OF everything would look bright
er and cleaner. Perhaps they have moved
I'll knock and see.''
SO gave the door series Of loud
| raps just to enhance its wakefulness.
"Well, sir, what is its''
It was an old dirty looking woman
that spoke, as she half opened the door.
"Do the Grahams live here still2'
Live here! bless yer, no. They are
rich folks now.
"Rich?' said l, and l believe I looked
dreadfully angry, as though l thought
they had no right to be rich.
Yes, rich!" replied the dirty old Cos
sip, drawing nearer and opening the door
wider when she found my business was
so simple. YES, rich! and all through
some gentleman who started old Graham
in business some months aoo The old
'ouse us bin to let ever since they left it,
ten months ago. Llve-why, let ne see
somewhere near Reading, l think, a
little village called D. But that's
not the shop. The shops In town some
where: \ stationer's I've heard say,
and
'Thank you, thank you, that viii do.
Here is tr!lie to drink SUCCESS to my
search
l managed to get away at last, and
vas soon being conveyed over the lines
OF the Southwestern Railway to Reading.
1t was lovely afternoon when I en-
tered the little village of D.. soon
espied the little cottage to which I had
been directed, half hidden from the road
~ q AoN va i''l'ldl lACSS, tLuNt II Was VIII
very little hesitation | was soon walking
up the little garden path and ringing
the bell.
The Grahams were out, but I explain
ed that ! was a friend of the family, and
had come a very long way expressly to
see them.
This gained me the desired 'Eopen Sc
same,n and | was ushered into the little
parlor. Yes, this was Lilly's home. |
gazed around me as though ! was in the
precinct OF some holy spot. AS my eyes
wandered around the sweetly scented lit
tie parlor, they rested at last on some
mlliiner's boxes that lay upon the table.
had seen such boxes in my youth, and
knew them to contain the appurtenances
of marriage garments.
Yes, | read her-my Lliiy's-name on
them. lifted the lids slightly, and
alas! my fears were too true; they were
bridal decorations OF Lillian Graham.
| barely managed 10 recover myself as
an open carriage drove up to the garden
gate. could not see them alight, but
soon saw an old lady and gentleman,
whom at once recognized as MIR. and
Mrs. Graham, and then l saw the dear
face OF Lilly-saw it to notice that it was
pale, thin and sad-saw it to quickly
tell that even prosperity, and perhaps
the prospect of an advantageous mar
rage, had not made her look better than
the merry little maiaen of sweet seven
teen.
And then 1 saw gentleman, tall and
we'll dressed, with his back toward me,
giving some directions to the coachman.
More than this l could not see, for the
old couple had entered the parlor.
ooh, Mr.. and Mrs. Graham I said,
eagerly, "do you not know me2'
Il really haven't that honor" some
what stiffly replied the old gentleman.
"Whatl not know Bob Phillips, that
went to Australia eight years ago9'
"Bob Phillips! good God''
This last was uttered by the tall gen.
tleman, in state of undisguised sur
prise.
My name had seemed to create a va
ried impression upon them all. The
little old gentleman looked petriied,
while Mrs. Graham appeared frightened,
and presently broke out quite tragically.
"Robert Phillipsl risen from his
gravel