New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-12-07

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..But > mans bank account tolls the
story Of his property, love-" said Philip
carelessly. And your grandfather hal
none ct Clinton, % the people cay. But
what does that ma teri" he added,
changing Ills tine. II marry you fol-
love. not for money, my darling.''
Phil. will tell you something, only
you must keep tho sec.et faithfully .
said tho foolish girl. ..Grandpapa, haa
horror Of banks. He keeps his money
here ct home.'' :
"A small amount, I suppose. dear.
Well, that u not very dangerous
''Small, amount! To my certain
knowledge there are more than ten
thousand dollars in his safe this night. F"
"A safe But that is dangerous.
Anyone seeing . safe in your house
would, would !, guess It once that it held
Hush. Phil! No one would ever
guess the secret II 10 built into the
wall. And out Of that safe, sir, . hand
some dowry i to como for me when
marry with his consent" said Sylvia,
casing tsnderly into bis handsome face
@ he bent above her, to steal kiss
from nor half willing lips.
Blind, foolish, infatuated I Yes, she
must have been all that, or she would
never have BETRAYED that sacred secret
Of the household to one who was al.
most . stranger. Binder still that she
did not notice the alteration In her
lovers manner alter the secret was told,
aud thu a nor ,sook1.,ec ,,,l,$ol, 4 a
presently glanced at his watch and re.
GREETED that he must leave her because
he had an engag, ment to keep with his
lawyer. who was t, arrive at Clinton by
the last traiD-tl,e train that they heard
even then, skrieking and whistling its
way past the farm.
After be had gOne-after the magic
influence Of his presence had vanished
Sylvia, In the quiet of her own cham
Der thought tremblingly Of what she
had done.
At midnight Sylvia was reused from
. dream of her lover by loud cry in
the lower hall.
Her grandfather's voice! And then
heavy steps. low, fierce mutterings, like
curses-a short, fierce struggle, and q
crushing blow.
I'm coming. grandfather! Oh,
what is it?" cried Sylvia, lighting her
lamp with trembling fingers, and
only waiting to throw on her dressing
gown. s
No one answered. She sped down
the staircase and stood at the foot,
aghast with horror.
There lay Ter kind, good grandfather
ii her feet, apparently 4 al, bathed in
the blood that flowed from wound in
the forehead. And b.fore her two
masked men were busy trying to open
the safe that held the money.
Help murder thieves - screamed
Sylvia, reckless of her own peril, as she
flew to the front door and threw it wide
open.
There that girl! Shoot her, Dick!''
shouted savage voice-and yet it was
SO familiar t., her ear.
CrOuchjng TO avoi,l tie bullet, Sylvia
flew into the garden, and into the arms
OF man who stood b low the steps.
''Hus''. dear! It's only George" he
said. as size cried out. '.The police,
are here on the track of two burglars,
and-and came will, them, with INV
dear mother. Sylvia, t. warn you. I'm
sorry 10 say that Phil Carr is one.''
He dr. " her aside 10 where his moth.
er stood. as he rush came from the po-
lice and farm hands who had been
stealthily summoned to aid them.
Sho.s wer tired. n, furious struggle
took place wit IL the hall, and then the
prisoners came forth, handcufted and
unmaske,l.
For the last timo Sylvia Leo looked
upon tie f. CO of the man who had so
we'll nigh ieen her ruin.
They raised tie poor old doctor, and
found that lis wound WIS., only SUPER
fetal. He was about, we'll and strong
as ever, on the second day afterward.
But Sylvi:. l"il for days in the grasp of
brain fever. anil it was very pale and
delicate little i'ride that was given by
the doctor to George Maxwell just be-
fore the Christmas days set in.
And ouly three people have known
the story of Syivia's lovers until this
day, when have told it to the world.