Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1885-09-19

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ter and Mrs. Browns nearest neigh6or OF
the other side was what Mollie Wilson
always designated as q "die-s-wsy sor
of person." and was her special detes
tation.
Il am glad of that" said the prisone
in relieved tone.
"Why?" with evident interest.
"Well, you know" confidentially, ..
should not want her to capture me-"
II should think not. Well, you meek
not fear, she will not, now"
A moments silence, then.
"Don't you think it cruel to keep I
fellow being shut up in the dark for *
long?"
"A burglar isn't a fellow being; he il
lust a-a-a-burglar."
"A burglar, whew? Do you think ]
could put one of my cards through THU
keyhole?"
Il am sure I don't know"
"May l try?"
Eyes"
Then came jingle as of silver money,
and rustic of garments as the man
searched his pockets.
swell, hang it all, I haven't got one!"
Il thought you had not"
"They are in the breast pocket Of my
coat; I left it in your hall, will you not
90 down and get one?"
"And have you come out and murder
me while am gone? No, sir"
"Will you please let me out?"
"No, sir; never"
"What, never?'
"Well, no." smiling in spite of herself,
mot after that"
II suppose I could kick the door open"
She gave little scream. ooh! don't;
please don't do that"
swell, there, there don't be frightened,
will not kick, nor even try to get out. I"
to feel doubtful about her prisoner, and
was debating with herself as to whether
she would not better call policeman,
when she heard her brother and his wife
in the hall below.
Harry" she called from the head of
the stairs, "come up here at once"
Harry came. "What is it, sis?"
"1've got man shut in that closet. l
think he is burglar, but he says he
isn't, and l began to fear that he is tell
ing the truth"
"How did you get him in there?"
"Well, came mp the stairs and he
was just going into the closet, and ran
and locked him in"
eyes," said a voice, almost choked
with laughtue-, "and I'm here yet"
"Who are your"
"Char;es Kingsley, visiting my sister
at No. 4. next door l presume-left my
hat and coat in your hall. You will
find letters in the coat pocket; you can
verify my statement in moment, if you
choose"
CHARLES Kingsly? called at my Office
to-day with Brown" then to Mollie. 1T
is all right, sis; burglars do not leave hats
and coats in the hall. I have met this
gentleman. You may come out" he
added, opening the door. And Mr..
Kingsley advanced into the light room
and looking quizzically at his goaler.
She gave one glance at the laughing
brown eyes bent upon her, and then fed
from the room. It was the gentleman
she had seen in church.
"Ah! you are Mr.. Wilson" said Kings
ley, in a pleased tone, as that gentleman
held out his hand. hope you will par
don me for entering your house in this
manner. l arrived on Saturday, the
houses are just alike on the outside-and
inside, too, l believe, and in the dim
light did not notice the number.
should have noticed that this was lady's
room," said he, glancing at its dainty
furnishing, "but the gas was turned low,
and the room occupied at my sisters is
furnished much the same; in fact, she
gave up her own room to me, for the
house is full of company. went into q
a closet for boot jack I thought had
left there, and put my hand into band
box; had just concluded that would
better have more light when the door
closed. fear frightened he- very much;
will you present my regrets and say that
I am truly sorry?"
Come over tomorrow, and dine with
US, and make your peace with the young
lady yourself" said Wilson.
The invitation 30 cordially given was
accepted; in fact, Mr.. Kinsley became q
frequent visitor at the Wilson home
stead, somewhat to the disappointment
of his good sister, who had fully intend.
ed he should marry DR.. Clark's sister
and heiress, Bella, and who, as soon as
she had made up her mind on the sub.
ject, set herself about defeating her own
wishes by illing ever letter to ner
brother with praises of the paragon she
would have chosen for him had not the
fates willed otherwise.
Six weeks from the date of his incar-
ceration in the Wilson mansion he en-
tered the parlor and found Miss Mollie
alone. "Miss Wilson," he began, "when
I came here six weeks ago you thought
I came to steal, but you were tho thief,
for You stole my heart. You made me
an unwilling captive then, but I have
been willing one ever since. I came
here to-day to ask if you will be my
wife,"
And for all answer she laid her hand
in his and hid her rosy blushes upon his
shoulder.
Royal Blood.
We are all kings and queens in this
country, and we have q right
to have as good blood a. that
which courses through the veins
of emperors. If the blood is poor
and the cheeks are pale, it is well known
that Browns Iron Bitters is the great
tnnic which will Uivo eolor vir,nr end