Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-09-06

"a young woman. sir, y said Brown. in a
tone of disgust. "a bold thing, beggin'
your pardon, sir; and no better than she
could be. She bounded in at the door as
bold as brass, and sings out, is he inF Get
out says, 'or I'll call the perliee.' oh no,
you WON'T says she; You'll give him that
and she shoves q letter in my hands WHO'S
himF asks. I dunno she answers. Its
written there, and can't read; give it him
at once And. then she clears out before
could stop her.n
"And the letter was for Mr.. Fitzgeraldr'
ayes, sir, and a precious dirty letter it
was, too"
"You gave it to him, of courseT'
81 did, sir. He was playing cards and he
put it in his pocket, after having looked at
the outside Of it, and went on with his
gune"
"Didnt he open itI"
"Not then, sir; but he did later on, about
quarter to O'clock l was in the room, and
he opens it and reads it. Then he says to
himself, What id impertinence,' and
puts it into his pocket"
"Was he dis5urbedP
swell, sir, he looked angry like, and put
his coat and hat on and walked out about
five minutes to /"
"Ahl and he met Whyte at l." muttered
Calton. "Theres no doubt about it. The
letter was an appointment, and he was going
to keep it. What kind of letter was itP' he
asked.
Every dirty, sir, in square envelope; but
the paper was good, and so was the writing"
"That will do" said Calton; II am much
obliged to you," and he hurried down to
where Madge awaited him in the cab.
"You were right" he said to her, when
the cab was once more in motion. "He got
letter on that night, and went to keep his
appointment at the time he met Whyte"
81 knew it." cried Madge with delight
'You see we will find it in his lodgings"
~ hope so," answered Calton; "but we
must not be too sanguine; he may have de-
stroyed it."
"No, he has not" she replied; II am con-
| vinced it Is there"
"Well," answered Calton, looking at her,
| 81 won't contradict you, for your feminine
instincts have done more to discover the
| truth than my reasonings; but that is often
the case with women-they jump in the dark
| where q man would hesitate, and in nine
cases out of ten land safely"
"Alas for the tenth" said Miss Frettlby.
''She has to be the one exception to provethe
| rule"
She had in great measure recovered her
spirits, and seemed confident that she would
save her lover. But Mr.. Calton saw that her
nerves were strung up to the highest pitch,
and that it was only her strong will that kept
| her from breaking down altogether.
"By Jove," he muttered, in an admitting
tone, as he watched her, "she's Plucky
| girl, and Fitzgerald is lucky man to have
| woman like that in love with him."
They soon arrived at Brian's lodgings, and
the door was opened by Mrs. Sampson, who
looked very disconsolate indeed The poor
cricket had been blaming herself severely for
the information she had given to the false
| insurance agent, and the floods of tears which
she had wept had apparently had an effect
| ON her physical condition, for she cracked
less loudly than usual, though her voice was
as shrill as ever.
"That sich thing should ave 'appened to
im," she walled, in her thin, high voice.
| "An' me that proud of i'm, not 'avin' any
family of my own, except one as died an
went up to leaving arter is father, which
'opes as they both are now angels, an frienly,
| as is nature lad not developed in this valley
1 VI Ouo ouduucl W uSUcIuiHo 10 lcclul w
wards lis father when e died, bein' carried
off by chill, caused by the change from 'ot
| to cold, the weather bein' that contrary"
They had arrived at Brian's sitting room
by this time, and Madge sank into chair,
while Calton, anxious to begin the search,
said rather impatiently, as he opened the
door for her: "Leave us for short time,
there's good soul; Miss Frettlby and Iwant
to have rest, andwe will ring for you when
we are going"
'Thank you, sir" said the lachrymose land
lady, "an 'opes they won't 'ang i'm, which
is such a choky way of dyin'; but in life we
| are in DEATH" she went on, rather incohe-
rently, "as is well known to them as 'as dis
eases, an may be corpsed at any minute,
and as"--
| Here Cation, unable to restrain his impa-
thence any longer, shut the door, and they
heard Mrs SIMPSONS shrill voice and sub
dued cracklings die away in the distance.
snow then," he said, ''now that we have
got rid Of that woman and her tongue, where
are we to beginF'
''The desk," replied Madge. going over to
it; sits the most likely place"
The letter, however, was not to be found
in the desk, nor was it in the sitting room;
| they tried the bedroom, but with no better
result; so Madge was nearly giving up the
search in despair, when suddenly Cations
eye tell on the waste paper basket, which, by
some unaccouut;! ble reason they had over
looked in their sv-.rch. The basket was half
full, and, on looking at it, a sudden thought
struck the lawyer. He rang the bell, and
suddenly Mrs Sampson made her appear
ance.
"How long has that waste paper basket
been standing like that's" he asked, pointing
to it. ..s.
"It bein' the only fault 'ad to find with
'im," said Mrs. Sampson, "'e bein' that I'M
tidy that e never let me clean it out until
Q told me pussonly. 'Bsaid as ow e throwed
things into it as e might ave to look up
again; an 'aven't touched it for more nor
six weeks, 'opin' you won't think me a bad
housekeeper, it bein' lis own wish-bein' fond
of litter an sich like"
''Six weeks" repeated Calton, with look
at Madge "Ah, and he got the letter four
weeks ago. Depend upon it, we shall find it
there"
Madge gave cry, and, falling on her
knees, emptied the basket out on the floor,
and both she and Cation were soon as busy
among the fragments of paper as though they
were ragpickers.
"'Opin' they amt orf their 'eads," mur-
INJURED Mrs. Sampson, as she went to the
door, shut it looks like it, TREY bein'"-
Suddenly cry broke from Madge. as she
drew out of the mass Of paper half burnt
letter, written on thick and creamy looking