Connecticut western news., 1888-05-09

you can pull out the sofy-bedstead and go to bed any timo you please. I'll let myself in with night-key when come ia,"
 I gazed mournfully at the uuinviting old sofa, which was eventually to be transformed into my resting place; and then was the time, left all alone by the light of kerosene lamp, that smoked ally, in which I tasted the keenest bitterness of my lonely lot.
 The rustling of tho maplo trees under Gooseberry mountain, herush of fWhite Cascade, the hooting of owls in the trackless forest-all those sounds would have been as music to my ears com pared with the muff1 ,d roar of wheels, the riso and fall of distant voices, tho indescribablc murmur of city life that surrounded me here.
 Just then peculiar sound struck on my ear-the grating of key in a lock. I started up, every word that had ever read or heard of the audacity of New York burglars recurring freshly to my mind. The sound still continued. It was nearer than I had at first imag- ined.
 Irose up, trembling, and shraak back into tho darkest corner of the room, as a tall, dark haired young man came stealthily in, with light cloak thr own picturesquely across ono shoulder.
 But then I remembered my duty to Aunt Jocasta. That must be performed at all hazards. And seizing up the old fashioned brass warming pan which stood on ono end in the corner, rushed at him without seconds delay.
 "Go away from herep Icried. sPo- lice! Helpl help! Pclice! Go away this momentW
 l had the satisfaction of hearing my brass warming pan ring lively salute against the head of my amazed enemy; but just at that moment I caught my foot in rip in tho carpet and fell head long to the floor warming-pan and all. In second, my antagonist, minu, tho hat which my implement of warfare had knocked off, stood over me.
 ''Ycu little vixenw said he. "What ought to do to you2 What do you think you deserveW
 ''Policer' shrieked, rcsolute to the last, although sickoning sensation of pain thrilled through every nervo, and l knew that my left elbow was bent uu- der me. ----
 But tho word died away into moan.
 "Are you hurt9" the burglar asked.
 1T think Pve broken my arm," I walled. But, oh, please go away! Reflect what an awful thing it is to break tho commandment about stealing 1! You arc young yet-at least you don't look very old and surely you can't be entirely hardened to life of sin. Please promise never to do SO any more --and I'll let you go this time. Only promise! l"
 The tall burglar was looking down at me with grave, solicltous face, across which came shadow of amuse ment at my words.
 You'll let mo go, will you2' said he. "Very considerate of you, I'm sure. But the question is now how to get you up from the floor without hurting you. You seem to bo all tangled up in that lrass concern there."
 'If you will take hold of my hand" said l, Il think I can pull myself up."
 And so the bur- 5lar and succeeded in hoisting myself up and getting me on a chair.
 "That will do," said I, with dignity. ''No go. At oncel"
 "But why should I go," said the young man. 'I lodge upstairs. Didn't you know that9 Mrs. Pod berry keeps the key of my room in here, and I just came to get it, as usual"
 "Aro not you burglara' said I, with an effort.
 "No," said thu young man; "Tm a telegraph operator. But you're grow ing paler every minute. Shall run for q doctor?'
 The next thing I knew was that Aunt Jccasta was liberally besprinkling me with Florida water; doctor was ban digging up my broken arm, with my burglar assisting, after most scientific fashion, in the background.
 'However did you do it2' said Aunt Jocasta. 'Hitting folks over the heads with warming-pans, and breaking your own arm, goodness knows howl One might know you were from the country, taking decent people for burglars, and raising the whole neighborhood like thisr'
 ''Oae tight know she was from the country" interposed the telegraph operator, laughing, "because sho is so good and gentle and accomplishing Besides, things did look rather sus- piclous for me, Mrs. Podberry, you must own."
 "Well, I meant to hev told her about your key, MT. Harlori," said my aunt "but clean forgot it. l don't s'posc tho child's so much to blame, after all but it would seem as if one might know burglar from gentleman, anyhow ycu can fix it. And now, if you're done with Lucy's arm, doctor, do look arter that cut On MT. Harford's head-bleedin' steady, all over his hair,"
 I stared with terrified eyes.
 'Did-I do that2" I gaspcd. GtNot yo,, o,;6 H,rror1 uT4 ,r,,