St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1881-04-29

fol give me, George T.
Forgive what l haven't anything
to forgive" said the astOnished George
'Oh yes, yOu have. | know it was
dreadfully wicked of me but I'll never
do it again."
''What on earth is the matter 7"
"WOn't you forgive me ?" was all Mrs.
Cuthbert's answer.
Eleanor, what is the matter ?" de-
manded the distracted young man, all
kinds of awful visions flying through
his brain. 'What have you done p
"Why, | didn't let you in when you
came home last night. | only meant to
keep you waiting little while.r
"When | came home last night Why
| haven't been within fifteen miles of
| the hOase since seven o'clock Yesterday
morning. I've just come down on the
4.30 train
''Didn't you come home last night 2''
gasped Mis-. Cuthbert.
"COme home No, of course didn't.
I've been working at the office half the
night. Didn't you receive my tele-
gram saying that | should be detained
in the city all night ?"
''NO; | haven't received any. What
does it all mean ?"
And then she told him all about it
in rather an incOherent style to be sure ::
but she made him understand, and he
was greatly puzzled as to who it could
have been.
Mrs. Cuthbert, now that her mind
was relieved, began to remember that
she had eaten nothing since the day be-
| fore, and she was soon flying about
brOiling ham and poaching eggs, stop
ping to have a hearty laugh over the
charred remains of her husbands sup
per, which she took from the oven.
Then they sat down to the tea table,
baby and all, and ate their breakfast.
That afternoon the village youth who
did their "chOres" was unusually late in
! coming, but when lie did arrive it was
with such a budget of news that his
tardiness was forgiven.
He had been an eyewitness to the
capture of two burglars at Squire
the very act of carrying off the silver.
Laws, how they fitr' said the boy.
"They smashed Bill Williams's head in
with the plate basket, an came most
near hittin' me, an when we had 'em
caught tight, how they did talk They
cussed an swore, an one on 'em-a fel-
Ter with powerful ugly face-said as
how they wouldn't have been nabbed
if they hedn't been foOlin' round an
other house all the evenin'; an he ses,
There's one of the pluekiest women
there ses he; why, when / hOllered
into the winder at her, she didn't mind
it no more than nOthin',' ses he, AN
hanged if she didn't foller me out to the
barn, an go pokin' round after ME in
the dark y"
Mrs. Cuthbert clung to her husband,
and shuddered at this part of the mar
rative.
can he ses," the boy went on-'he
ses, Il s'pose | should hev knocked her
on the head if she he'd been Il man, but
the blamed pluck of sich little thing
jist completely flabbergasted me'-that
is jist his words; an he ses that she
come out after him again when he an
his pal was hidin' under some bushes,
an they was afraid to tech her, cause
they seen suthin' shinin' in her hand,
and didn't know but it might be six
shooter
"My scissors, I suppose" family mur-
mered Mrs. Cuthbert her husband only
heard her.
"Wa'al they're safe enough nOw-an'
| guess I'll fetch the coal" said the boy,
with the stolidity of true son of the
soil, seizing the cOal-scuttle, but drop
ping it again to rummage in the inner
pocket of his JACKET "Here's letter
for yOu, sir; the man said might as
well bring it long, as his boy couldn't
get up this way fore to- mOrrer mOrnin',
an you might be in Il hurry
"My telegram" said Mr.. Cuthbert,
banding it to his wife. "What a CON
venience these modern scientific dis
coveries are -