The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-02-09

she tall him a secret which would max,
him approach her grandfather witt
more respect when he went to ask hi.
consent to their marriagep It migL
Se well to do so.
'.But a mans bank account tells the
story Of his property, love- said Philir
carelessly. "And your grandfather hai
none at Clinton, so the people say. Blu
what does that ma,terP" he added
changing his tone. II marry you 70,
love. not for money, my darling"
'Phil, l will tell you something, only
you must keep the secret faithfully
said the foolish girl. "Grandpapa, ha.
a horror Of banks. He keeps his none
here at home"
"a small amount, 1 suppose, dear.
Well, that is not very dangerous"
Small, amount: To my certain
knowledge there are more than ter
thousand dollars in his safe this night
"a safe But that is dangerous.
Anyone seeing q safe in your house
would guess at once that it held
money"
Hush. Phil No one would Q
guess the secret. 1t is built into the
wall. And out Of that safe, sir, a hand.
some dowry is to come for me when |
AaiA "ibh hAo Nohocubp bhlu oylVld,
gazing tenderly into his handsome face
ns he bent above her. to steal a kiss
from her 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 a stranger. Binder still that she
did o notice the alteration in her
overs manner alter the secret was tod,
and the eager, restless way in which he
presently glanced at his watch and re.
gretted that he must leave her bec use
ne hal an engagement to keep with his
lawyer. who was t. arrive at Clinton by
the lat train-the train that they heard
sven then. skrirking and whistling its
way past the farm.
After he had gone-after the magic
.nilueuce of his presence had VANISHED
Sylvia, in the quiet Of her " cham
Der thought trcmblingly Of what she
mad done.
AT midnight Sylvia was reused from
a dream of her lover by a loud cry ia.
the lower hall.
Her grandfa;Hcr's voiccl And then
heavy steps. low. iiercs muiterinns. like
curses-a short, fierce Struggle, and a
crushing blow.
I'm coming, grandfathorl o.,
what is itP' cried Sylvia, lighting her
lamp with trembling fingers, and
only waiting 10 throw on her dressing
gown.
No one answered.. She sped down
the staircase and stood ut the foot,
agiiast with horror.
There lay her kind, good grandfather
=, her feet, apparently dead, bathcd in
the blood that flowed from a wound in
the forehead. And before 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.
"Tliere's that grill Shoot her, Dickr'
shouted a savage voice-and yet it was
so familiar to her ear.
Crouching TO avoid the bullet, Sylvia
flew into the garden, and into the arms
Of q man who stood below the steps.
Hush, dear! It's only George" he
said, as she cried out. The police,
are here on the track of two burglars,
and-and came with them, with my
lear mother Sylvia, to warn you. I'm
sorry 10 say that Phil Carr is one.n
a. wv" htl u5ibC ~ MuGTG HIS InCIl-
er stood. as the rush came from the DO
lice and farm hands who had been
stealthily summoned to aid them.
Shots were fired, n furious struggle
took place within the hall, and then the
prisoners came forth, handcuffed and
~unmasked.
For the last time Sylvia Lee looked
upon the face of the man who had SO
well nigh been her ruin.
They raised the poor old doctor, and
found that his wound was only super
fetal. He was about, well and strong
as ever, on the second day afterward.
But Sylvia laid for days in the grasp OF
brain fever, and 1t was a very pale and
delicate little bride that was given by
the doctor to George Maxwell just be-
fore the Christmas days set in.
And only three people have known
the story Of Sylvia's lovers until this
day. when l have told it to the world.