New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-07-07
defy any to pass it without my know.
ing it. Will that content yeu?"

l ulS IL. Will GuaU cOuUeuU you!
"You are very kind; but he might
wait till your letters are finished"
s"That will make no difference.
promise to sit up till my hot waters
brought. Will that satisfy you?
ooh, but that's too much"
tsNot at all. If you tell me in the
morning that you've had q good
night" with a pleasant smile, 81 shall
feel amply rewarded; besides / can do
| with less sleep than most people, and
I'm sure to take it out before lunch
con-"
Miss NJ. expostulated, but he would
not listen, being quite excited
at the idea OF rendering a ser
vice to such pretty girl; and when
the guests separated for the night, and
he whispered, II haven't forgotten, :"
she gave him so charming a look OF
gratitude that his heart futtered like
a schhoolbeoy's.
Two o'clock A. NJ, with decaying
tire and without the solace Of a pipe.
He had written two or three letters
just to save his conscience, but the eff
fort had been so great that he
wouldn't have begun another to save
his life. In order to reassure Miss NJ,
who might be on the lookout, he left
the smookingroom on pretext OF a.
headache, and established himself in
his room about midnight. Smoking
and sleeping were both out of theques
ton, and two longer hours he had
never spent in his whole existence. He
heard doors opening and shutting
downstairs, q suppressed laugh at
the last good story told amidst to-
bacco smoke, the tread of several
pairs of feet in different directions,
and then silence.
Miss NJ. being no longer there with
her white tace and her small figure all
of tremble to work up his feelings,
he began to feel his position en1inently
ridiculous. His excitement had cooled
d own, his compassion had waned like
the moon; but infinitely bored and In
tensely sleepy, he was bound by his
promise to girl. And all on account
Of q dream. He asked himself with his
fingers running through his usually
neat hair and his mouth distended in
an unconscious yawn, if anybody had
ever heard OF a man being victimized
by somebody else's dream. It was
arrant nonsense, and he was a fool to
glvei in to it. No, not quite that, with
throb OF conjunction, or the girl
would have worried herself into fits;
but he ought to have reasoned with
her, or suggested that she might have
dog in her room. LadyB.'s Fidget
would have been sure to bark if a
mouse squea!led. and would have
howled the house down at the sight
of a burglar. Apity he adil t thought
OF it; but supposing he had, Miss NJ. s
gratitude would have been given to
Fidget and not to himself, and he
rather wished to win it. Another
yawn, till he thought he 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 a sound in the passage. He be-
gan to think his nervous system was
deranged, for he had never believed
there was the smallest reason for his
watching.
But the sound was repeated, and sent
an unmistakable thrill through his
veins. He got to thedoor noiselessly,
thanks to his slippers, and without
opening 1t any further, peered through
the crack. He could scarcely believe
his eyes when he saw Bird, the butler,
carrying a pair OF tiny high eeled
boots in his hand. Was there really
something, in the dream after ali? He
waited until the man actually stopped
at Miss M. s door, and then placed his
hand on the handle.
Then with one stride he was by his
side.
What are you doing here?" hesaid
in a stern whisper, staring the butler
straight in the face
The man started, turned perfectly
livid, and let the boots fall from his
shaking fingers, but he made great
effort after composure, and tried to
steady his voice as he said: 81 had
forgotten to send up these boots be-
fore, sir, and was afraid the young
lady might want them the first thing
in the morning.
Al sue ulu IL WOulOn Z De your DuSl-
ness to bring them. You must be mad
or drunk, and | shall report you to
your master tomorrow"
The mans under-llp shook, and his
eyes shifted uneasily II meant no
HARM" he said, sullenly, as he stopped
to pick up the boots.
But Mr.. r. stopped him on asudden
impulse. "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.. r.
signed to him to go, with significant
frOWn.
The butler skunk down the passage,
giving backward look before he
turned the corner. Mr. R. watched
him out OF sight, then picked up the
boots and carried them to the gas
light. Nothing in the first, 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 a long, pointed knife. As
he drew it out and scratched his finger