The Dawson journal., 1883-10-04
Leve and Burglary
Chicago Tribune.

Chicago Tribune.
{ Some time ago the wife of a mer
/ chaAt was suddenly awaked at nigh
by the sound of footsteps in her bed
room, and the next moment the liol.t
of dark lantern flooded her face SC
near that she could almost feel the
heat and hear the suppressed breath
ing OF the intruder. Her husband
was from home, and the only person
in the house except herself was a ser
want girl, who slept in story be-
meath her. Her presence of mind,
however, did not forsake her. 1t
doubtless requires great amount of
fortitude and resignation ina woman
to listen to, without screaming, the
ransacking of her store of valuble
laces and the appropriation of her
jewelry; but the lady, very nationally
deeming her life worth all the laces
and diamonds in the world, quietly
closed her eyes and awaited the re-
suit.
The light was Withdrawn from her
face, and she heard the rustling of
silks, the picking of locks, and occa-
sionlly the low whisper of surprise
or disappointment Then there was
a silence for full minute-it seemed
All hour to her-and soft footstep
approached the bed, and the glare of
the lantern again fell upon her face,
and she felt that some one vas lean
ing against the bed. Still she re-
mained motionless, nor did she stir
when the warm breath OF the burglar
famed her cheek. Not until his
lips pressed her forehead did she
spring up and half shrek, "Who is
in this room?"
''Hush," responded voice in a
hoarse whisper, "speak nothing and
fear nothing"
The next moment she heard the
sound of retreating footsteps and the
creaking of d shutter, then all was
still again. Satisfied that she was
alone, she sprang from the bed and
touched lighted match to the bur-
ner, then sank into chair complete
ly prostrated with the danger
through which she had passed. Re
covering, she locked around to as
certain of what she bad been plum
dered.
The drawers were, all in the ut
most. Confusion, but, strange to say.
little or nothing was missing. A
casket of jewelry was open on the
bureau, but the diamonds and cold
were all there Beside the casket she
discovered a little roll of paper con-
tanning ring which had been given
to her many years before and which
had been in her possession ever since.
Half bewildered at the singular pro-
ceeding, she was about to cast the
paper from her, when hev eye caught
the marks of pencil upon it. She
carefully opened it and read:
"This ring, which was once mine,
tells me whose house I am in. You
know I am an outlaw,
and do not care to deny it: but
fallen as I am, / cannot rob YOU,
Maria. Forgive me, and God bless
you.
HENRY"
This explained all. Falling on her
knees, she prayed for him who had
written the scroll. And who was
"Henry?" Ten years ago be loved
that same Maria, aid he would have
made her his wife for she had prom.
ised to be his wife-had he not taken
to drink and gambling, and finally
forged the name of his employer, for
which he was given home in con-
Wet prison. When he was worthy of
her love he gave her that ring, and
she had kept it in remembrance of
what he had been. This was the sto-
ry of the ring.
On the return of the husband the
wife related to him the adventure and
showed him the note but he has
never attempted to arrest the bur-
glar.
Keeping Potatoes.
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