The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-07-11

Having produced large sack, he re-
quested, with many apologies, to be
shown the silver, with which he filed
his bag. Nothing escaped-not even
an old knife and fork given to her when
a baby by her godfather and which she
valued as relic.
One thing after another disappeared
into the capacious sack-all her bric-a-
brac, little ornaments, bits of virtu, and
last of all her mothers watch. 'sOh, If
he only had left that" cried Miss Glynn
to herself, ''but Shaking her fist be-
hind his back) will be even with him
yet"
All this time the man had kept up
running fire Of small talk, very COM
plimentary, interpreting it now and
then with apologies for disturbing her
rest.
Having at last obtained and crammed
into his sack nearly everything but
four-post bedstead and the grand piano.
he smiled and suggested refresh
ments.o 8 M f<lis@88 s&
Now was Miss Glynn's chance. She
acceded to his request, offering him all
the dainties the larder afforded, adding
that he was welcome to what wine he
could drink.
1--WE will finish with that, madam"
said he, sitting on flour barrel, and
dangling one leg, while he deliberately
and daintily picked q chicken bone,
helping himself now and then to some
picked olives, which he pronounced
''excellent." ~ nH1 9N
Madame said he (pausing to
glance at herr, ''you are very charm
ing person. am proud to have met
you; it is seldom in the paths of my
profession that have met your equal
in pluck, elegance of manner, beauty
of expression and delightful converse
ton. What do you say to a union be-
tween us? I am poor 6ut honest with
delicious appreciation of his joke).
and you are too fair a flower to waste
your sweetness on this desert yum,
yum, YUM" he mumbled, s'these olives
are like yourself-admirable
:" fell much honored," said Miss
Glynn. ''Your proposal IS fiattery, but
| should like some references. f"
References. Madame, have thou
sands of them. have killed two men,
broken into ten banks, served in Sing
Sing six years for stealing a watch,
and"
You are undoubtedly remarkable
person." said Miss Glynn, with an I'M
pleasant conviction that he would add
the murder of one woman to the
1.-TWO men, in his next adventure if her
wits failed her.
eve will talk of matrimony whea
your appetite is satisfied" said she.
eve can then chat at our ease.''
"And you can soothe my savage
breast with melody on that piano."
added he, with bow Sand now for
the wine, the wine, the sparkling wine!
was once poet, in the DAYS of my
YOUTH he remarked. ''Would you
have thought itp'
II would not" answered Miss Glynn,
opening the door to the wine cellar.
"Will you walk down with me and help
yourself" pr turning round with a smile,
made all the brighter by the Pickering
of the tallow candle she carried.
All h" cried he, smacking
his lips, for down flight of stone steps
he beheld bin after bin Of bottles, aud
in imagination he already tasted their
fragrant juices. No fear of the weak
woman by his side entered his brain; no
memory of Jael occurred to him. Down
those stone stairs he tripped, and went
from one bottle to another, examining
their labels as bee sucks honey from
flower, she holding the light.
"These," said Miss Glynn, leading
the way to the far end of the cellar,
where there was one bin larger and
deeper than the rest, in which were
only two bottles, +" these you will find
in excellent condition. My father had
them direct from Spain in the year
80, and they must be in magnificent
order"
"What is the labelP" he inquired.
bending over, with the eye of con-
noisseur, to examine it.
Like lightning she tipped up his heels
and in he fell, head first, right into the
bin, and blowing out the candle she ran
for her life to the cellar steps, up which
she went quicker than she had ever as.
eended them before.
Breathless and painting she reached
the top and shut the door, which closed
only with key. Her sense told her
that she was now doubly in danger; no
had been in good temper, but if he got
out she would have to contend with q
desperate ruf1ian. This frail door would
be nothing to such a man; he could
break it down like a reed. sksk6
With ner frail strength the dauntless
woman dragged the heavy dining table
against it, and on that she piled chairs,
heavy drawers, anything everything
on which she could lay her hands, he
meanwhile cursing downstairs and try-
ing to tumble his way to the top.
She said that in all her life she never
worked so hard or possessed such
strength as when constructing that bar
ricade between herself and utter de.
struction.
At this crisis she thought of Don, the
great watchdog, and wondered at his
silence.
Running to the back door, which she
found wide open, she saw him stretched
dead at his post.
No time could she waste in sentiments
al regret, but as she returned to guard
her fortress the tears rushed to her ewes
as she remembered the many lonely
evenings she and Don had watched the
dancing freight in the old sitting-room
together. and how he had never failed
to show her the most untiring and I'M
selfish devotion.
A weaker woman would have run
away, but Miss Glynn was made of no
such metal. The servants would be
home at four o'clock; it was then two,
and during those intervening hours
she proposed to remain and protect her
property.
Selling an old gun of her fathers,
which had always stoodi in the hall, she
took her post at the cellar door, wait
ing for what might come. It was not
loaded, "but an empty gun has done
wonders before, and may again. she
said to herself.
1t was not long before the man found
the steps and his way up them, and then
began such battering at that door,.
such volleys of abuse, oaths and curses,
as nearly curdled her blood, and which.
she declares, rang in her ears for many
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