Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1889-08-30

pOcketDoOE Sl0OU, Dut as ne SAID, ne was
''not feeling so awfully good, as it be-
longed to his company and not to him
self. I remember about one o'clock
mother drove us off to bed.
The next morning was aroused out
of deep sleep by Hugh. He looked
| anxious and excited.
"Why, what is the matter, old boy3"
I asked, hardly awake.
"George I have been robbed in the
night-my hunting watch is gone, and,
God help me, the company's money tool"
+" Gracious heavensm was all l could
say as l sprang up and got into my clothes
with all possible dispatch.
Well, as you may imagine, we went
into an exhaustive search-upstairs and
down-everywhere. Then we called in
the police. Not trace-not track
could we find. Window locks, door
locks, all unharmed. What could it
mean2 Four days we devoted our best
energies to this affair, and at the end of
that time was as far off as ever
On the fourth night l had a splitting
headache and had to go to bed, but Hugh
and mother sat up later, as usual. The
next morning l went down to breakfast
feeling much better and eager to begin
search again. Mother and Hugh were at
the table. l kissed her as usual and said
hearty ''good morning. to him. He
nodded slightly and Immediately got up
and went out. I looked at mother for an
explanation. Her eyes were full of tears
and her whole expression was unutter-
ably sad.
Mother" l said, ''don't be so dis
tressed. We must find Hugh's things
Don't give up
''We have found them, Georgie," she
said very sadly.
''You have" exclaimed. ''Do tell
me where, where9"
"Oh," she said, II found them late
last night where the-the-careless person
must have dropped them"
A red flush covered her face. Was my
mother telling an untruth9 questioned
her closely, but got little satisfaction in
deed. She evaded my questions. felt
little hurt at her want of confidence,
but | went to work and tried to forget
it ALL
Later in the day I learned that Hugh
had gone West without word of fare
we'll.
And now followed the most unhappy
weeks of my life My dear mother was
entirely kind and gentle with me; even,
perhaps, more affectionate than usual.
But there was something between US. l
could not tell what, but something. And
she! the most CHEEKY brightest woman in
the world-she seemed utterly oppressed
with sorrow. My heart ached over it all,
but what could do2 Lo, the weeks went
on, gloomy enough and two months had
passed when l was startled out of my sad
ness by sudden misfortune which &C.
cured to myself.
l had drawn $1,000 from the bank to
pay bill for drugs, and for the night
placed it for safe keeping in small escri-
toire in my bedroom, of which l always
kept the key in my vest pocket. (1ou
see, little lady, in those days l was a
spoony fellow, and this was the sacred
depository of your letters.)
On going to the escritoire the next
morning 1 found it securely locked, but
on opening it the money was missing.
The house had been robbed second
time.
l ran to the breakfast room with my
bad news, and there sat my mother, with
the old bright, jolly look on her dear
face, looking perfectly happy and con-
tented. was delighted to find the sad
ness and gloom gone, but alas! l must tell
my direful news.
"Mother," 1 said, ''mother, I've been
robbed! My money you saw me put it
away last night, didn't youO is all gone"
thought she would utter an exclama-
tion of distress, or surprise at least, but
what did this unaccountable woman do9
She got up, led me to the sofa and pulled
my head down on her broad shoulder, as
she had done hundred times in my child
hood days, and kissed my forehead and
eyes, and then, with a sort of tender
humility, kissed my hand.
"Oh, George, my boy, my own boy, "
she said, ''I've got story to tell you.
Don't say one single word, only listen,
my darling. Oh" she exclaimed sud
denJv ssthese miserable miserable mis-