The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1888-04-12

the names Of my ancestors as far back
as the third and fourth generations un-
doubtedly, and had not been wanting
in respectful inquisiiveness concerning
her own homo and family. / learned
from her modest and enchanting lips
that her home was in Middletown, and
that she was tho daughter of an old
resident Of the place who had been
banker. Having amassed unsatisfactory
fortune, he had retired from active
business life, living with his family in a
spacious old. fashioned house on one OF
the principal streets of the village.
We ate together with the familiarity
of brother and sister tho luncheon had
procured during the fivc-minute stop at
Bath. The refined manners and unusu-
al knowledge of the country possessed
by the young lady impressed me. 1had
looked many times into her dark and
lovely eyes, and if any one had told me
they were not honest ones I should have
laughed at his idiocy. We arc all ply
siognomists, but there are people whom
VIC meet closely and forget to study or
criticise. A skilful physiognomist
would have been bafiled in this case,
I think. If anything in her appear
ancc had mystificd me, her ready con-
versation and frank manners dispelled
unfayorable thoughts. Sometimes she
had spoken with slight hesitation, but
seemingly it was for choice of
words rather than of thoughts. A
young woman, with tasto for the re-
fined Whittier, who talked knowingly
of poetry and poets, and was familiar
with the events of tho d,y - who
would have suspected that there were
two sides to her life2
A sheep that had its head fast in the
fence and bony horse laborlng with
load of heavy stones were objects of her
pity as tho train whirled by them, and
her heart went out toward the poor
people that were compelled to live in
the mud surrounded and uncomfortable
looking dwellings in the eastern suburbs
of Buffalo. Her name she gave mo on
a delicate card Ella Thorpe. OF course
l reciprocatcd and presented her both
my name and address.
In the city after six-hour ride, /
helped her to street car, and at Mag
ara street rcgretfu!ly left her to walk
to my Office, promising to call on her
the next day if timo would possibly al
low.
"IIello, Sam," shouted my friend,
Detective Langspine, next morning as
he came across the street to walk down
town with INC. 'sIIave you got your
watch with you yctl' . !.
Il guess so (ccling for left vest
pockcO. Whya'
"Well, you ran a rather big risk
yesterday with TINT pretty girl I saw
get off the train with you2"
"How so2'
"What2 Didn't you know hera l
thought perhaps sho was a client OF
yours. That was Sally Fitz Williams,
the shcplifter and jcwelry thief of Bal
timore. I'll bet that the satchel you
carried for her contained some of her
earnings
"Aren't you mistaken about thata"
Il may be mistaken about the satch-
els contents, but not about the girl.
Come over to my cfficc and I'll show
you her photograph. She knows better
than TO try to work Buffalo, but we
keep an eye on her while she is here.
She usually works large villages in the
country"
was thunderstruck, but concluded
to keep my counsel. was positive
that the detective was wrong. I found
that afternoon, however, that the Main
street number my friend had given me
was church. I recalled the name Of
friend who lived in Middletown and
wrote him. The reply was that Ella
Thorpe was a namc quite unknown
there. Could it be truo that had been
so easily deceived9
met my detective friend few days
afterwards aud referred to the young
woman. did not tell him that had
lost three SO bills that were fold ed to
gether in my left vest pocket, and
which I supposed, had pulled out ac
cidcntally with my watch on the day
that rode from Bing hampton to Buf
falo with the coy damsel. I walked
with the detective to his Office, and
there, sure enough, in the toughest
possible company, was the very face
that had been so enchanted with
What did you say about studying
physiognomyl Ihave never seen my
fair friend since, nor am I anxious tt
meet her y Inter Ocean.
The First Phonograph.
A gentleman recently repeated to mt