Nevada County picayune., 1889-05-22

suail put luS hieepSi ih'O ehS hands of detective,' he said, with compressed lips, as he took his hat to leave the house.
 And much good may it do you, :" replied his familiar enemy.
 He was as good as his word, and the three nights that elapsed before his detective reported a victory, he passed at hotel without returning home.
 There's no doubt but what the old lady took it, said the man, con- fdentially. "One of the servants saw her at the drawer late that even- ing"
 "Then have her arrested,' said Victor, curtly.
 Folks most always want their family affairs hushed up," said the man, "and it cant be done easy, once you've had an arrest made.
 II don't want anything hushed up" shouted Victor. II want the old bag shut up.'
 Mrs. Bourne was arrested, and her daughter, as owner of the pretty cot tage Victor had given her, with such pride and delight in the days of their early love, gave bail.
 Rosemary had not thought that Victor would let the case come to trial, but he did. He was half-mad with trouble, and laid all at Mrs. Bourne's door, and ardently wished to avenge himself. The day came, the lawers filed into court, the case of Vialle ys. Bourne was called; a servant or two testified and the de- tective took the stand The case was going very strongly against Mrs. Bourne; but now appeared slight figure, dressed in black, with burning eyes and ashy face. It was Rose mary. She swore, with unfaltering voice, that she herself took the bonds from the drawer and requested her mother to take charge of them for her. Victor, pushing his way to his lawyer, said hoarsely in his ear "For Gods sake, stop this business l withdraw the complaint" and hastily left the court room.
 He went to his hotel, and shut himself into his room, till he could no longer bear the solitude, then he went out and wandered about the city. He found himself on one of the bridges, looking at the flowing river, and turned away with sick ening fear that might be his doom. wondered what his wife was doing or feeling, and said aloud with Othello: "My wife! my wife! what wife? 2" then angrily cursed his insane folly of audible speech.
 While he stood motionless, irreso- luteIy balancing in his mind his next move, q carriage drove across the bridge, inside was a lad V dressed in black. She caught sight of Victor and spoke to the coachman, who stopped his horses and assisted her to descend. She hastened to the gloomy, silent figure and confronted him.
 "Rosemary!'
 "l cannot bear this longer, Victor :! perjured myself to-day for the first time in my life to save my mother. She did take the bonds without my knowledge, and only confessed it to me when too much alarmed to retain them in her keeping any longer. Forgive me and come home, Victor, and forgive my poor, misguided mother, for my sake" !"
 The last few words came in gasps, the slender form sank lower and lower, threatening pallor spread over her face, and before Victor could put out his arm to save her she had fallen prone, and the fair head he loved better than his life, was in the dust at his feet.
 Victor took her home, bitterly re- gretting his rash action. He might have had a severe illness, brought on by neglect of body and torment of mind, if Rosemary had not anticipa- ted him; but she lay critically ill so long that he, perforce, forgot him. self; and, after time, health and happiness returned to the home now permanently divorced from so costly a mother-in-law.
 Disease lies in ambush for the weak feeble constitution IS ill