Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1886-05-14


the other side-was what Mollie Wilson
always designated as "a dle-away sort
of person." and was her especial detest-
alton.
81 am glad of that" said the prison.
er, in relieved tone.
"Why?" with evident interest.
"Well, you know" confidentially, 81
should not want her to capture me-"
81 should think not. Well, you need
not fear, she never will now." A mo-
meDt's silence then.
Don't you think it cruel to keep a
fellow-being shut up in the dark so
long?"
GA burglar isn't fellow-being; he is
just a-a-burglar."
ga burglar. whew! Do you think l
could put one of my cards through this
keyhole?"
II am sure | don't know"
"May | try?"
"Yes."
Then came jingling OF silver money
and rustling of garments as the man
searched his pockets. "Well, hang it
all, haven't got one."
al thought you had not"
"They are in the breast-pocket of my
coat. | left it in your hall; will you
not go 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 her.
self, "not after that"
81 suppose l could kick the door open
Well, there, there, don't be frightened
| will not kick or even try to get out"
Then there was silence, and she be-
gan to feel a little doubtful about her
prisoner, and was debating with herself
as to whether she had 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!''
T've got a man in that closet. l
think he is burglar; but he says he is
not, aud 1 begin to fear that he is telling
the truth"
Chow did you get him in there?'
"well, came up stairs and he was
just going into the closet, and ran and
locked him in"
eyes" said voice, almost choked
with laughter, "and am here yet"
"Who are you?"
"Charles Kingsley, visiting my sister
at No. 4, next door, presume-left my
hat and coat in your hall. You will find
letters in my coat pocket; you can ver-
ify my statement in moment, if you
choose"
"Charles Kingsley? Called at my Of
flee to-day with Brown" then TO Mol
lie at is all right, sis; burglars do not
leave hats and coats i'm the ball. | have
met this gentleman. You may come
out" he added, opening the door. And
Mr.. Kingsley advanced into the lighted
room, and looked quizzically at the
taller. She gave one glance at his laugh
ing brown eyes bent upon her, and then
fed from the room. 1t was the gentle
man she had seen in church..
"Oh, You are Mr.. Wilson," said
Kingsley, in pleased tone, as that gen.
tleman held out his hand. 81 hope you
will pardon me for entering your house
in this manner. arrived on Saturday ;
the houses are just alike on the outside
and inside, too, believe-and in the
dim light did not notice the number.
| should have noticed that this was a
lady's ROOM" said he, glancing at its
dainty furnishing, "but the gas was
turned low, and the room | occupied at
nv sisters is furnished much the came
in fact, she gave up her own room TO
me, for the house is full Of company.
went into the closet for a booijack l
thought | had left there, and put my
hand into bandbox; | had just con-
cluded that had better have more light
when the young lady locked the door.
fear l frightened her very much; will
you present my regrets, and say that
am truly sorryG"
Come over to morrow and dine with
us, and make your peace with the
young lady herself" said Wilson.
The invitation so cordially given wa:
accepted.
Six weeks from the date Of his incar.
ceration in the Wilson mansion he en-
tered the Wilson parlor and found Mis-:
Mollie alone. "Miss Wilson," he be.
gan, "when came here six weeks age
you thought l came here to steal, buI
Jou were the thief, for you stole my
heart. You made me an unwilling cap.
tive then, but have been a willing one
ever since. l came here to-day TO ask
You to be my wife,"
And for an answer she laid her hand
in his and hid her rosy bushes upon MI
] shoulder.