St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-06-23

wished to win it. Another yawn. till he
| thought ne had cracked his jaws. The
fire was dying out, he was afraid to stir
it, but he thought he might tickle it
with the poker He got up cautiously
and was stretching out his hand for the
poker, when he heard sound in the pas
sage. He began to think his nervous
system was deranged, for he had never be-
leved there was the smallest reason for
his watching. But the sound was repeated
and sent an unmistakable thrill through
his veins. He got to the door nOiseIessly,
thanks to his slippers. and without opening
it any further. peered through the crack.
He could scarcely believe his eyes when he
saw Bird, the butler. carrying a pair of
tiny-heeled boots in his hand. Was there
really something in the dream after all?
He waited till the man actually stopped at
Miss MS door and placed his hand on the
handle.
Then. with one stride, he was by his
side.
What are you doing here?' he said in
stern whisper, staring the butler straight
in the face.
The man started, turned perfectly livid,
and let the bostS fall from his shaking fin
gers. but he made a great effort after COM
posture, and tried to steady his voice as he
said: 81 had forgotten to send up these
boots before sir, and was afraid the young
lady might want them the first thing in
the morning."
IF she did it wouldn't be your business
to bring them. You must be mad or drunk,
and shall report you to your master to-
! morrow"
This mans under lip shook and his eyes
shifted uneasily. Il meant no HARM" he
col j. -.
boots.
But Mr.. R. stopped him on a sudden i'm
pulse. Leave them here and go off at
once"
Bird seemed inclined to demonstrate, and
even stretched out his hand again as if to
take the boots, but Mr.. Il. signed to go
with significant frown.
The butler skunk down the passage, Civ
ing backward look before he turned the
corner. Mr.. r. watched him out of sight,
then picked up the boots and carried them
to the gaslight. Nothing in the first, a
dainty, innocent covering for a pretty
foot; but something hard ratified in one
OF them as they dropped on the floor. and
he was not surprised to find in the second
long, pointed knife. AS he drew it out.
and scratched his finger with the sharp
edge, his blood turned cold as he thought
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cash.
If it had not been for a dream, that girl
would have been brutally murdered in her
bed.
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Mr.. r. thought it right to tell the cir
cumstances of the case to Lord and Lady
B. Miss M. agreed with him, but said she
would go home before he spoke, to avoid
fuss. AS soon as she had left the house,
the story was told, and Lady B. nearly
went into Mysteries Lord B. said there
was not sufficient evidence to support a
charge of murder, but he declined to have
his enterprising butler any longer in the
house. He therefore discharged him at
once on another pretext, and Mr.. George
Bird is now on the lookout for another
place, where he may cut a throat when he
feels Inclined with no troublesome third
party to interfere. A nice thought for
those who are about to engage butler.
This story is true, only few trifing de-
tails having been altered and the proper
names suppressed. Mr.. Bird is the only
person concerned in it who would be able
to bring an action for libel against me, but
for his own sake he is likely to keep quiet.
Life, London.