Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-18

chat with him, and wn6 turning | ny steps homeward when made out 8 sus- picious-looking party lurking about your place. It was MT. Bergman, apparently, | but went the length of calling the watch man whom had met on his beat, and con- | ing in force"
 With visible effort Lyman rallied his senses.
 "Oblgea to both of1you. But come! Let us see what mischief, if any, has been done." It proved to be slight. ssThe den" had been ransacked and left in utter disorder, but Lyman pronounced nothing of any value | missing. Carol appeared pale and startled. She | had clad herself hastily in a crimson wrap | per, and gathered her wealth of lovely hair l | into net, and Norris Bergman's heart gave sudden leap as she put out timid hand to him: "I want to thank you,'' she said. 'sDid you hear me screams l was never so fright | ened. Just fancy my waking suddenly to | find that dreadful man in the room.' Maxim free with her gimcracks," nut tered the burglar, with grin. He seemed l to see joke in tho whole matter, but sub sided when the policeman gave him warn ing TaRn T5aR; gentlemen ,, no zv,rtod zv,tnss.- l es in court tomorrow morning." said tho l latter, as he marched off with his prisoner. l Bergman said goodnight and followed ! him, to be joined by Ingot as he reached the sidewalk.
 "Might have been worse, that" com mented the latter. ''You rather gained a march on me and cut me out, but consider ! ing that was ahead earlier in the evening, won't hold Q grudge about it. Look here, l Bergman, like to know my ground. Arc you going ill for that pretty Carol, Oilty nilly, | or can you be scared offs" [ "Not by you, sir, at least.'' | "Oh, well, can't say that I blame you, but Lyman's influence will be on my side, and she thinks sight of her brother. He don't like you any too well now, it strikes | me-"
 II am sorry if that is tho case. I have | nothing but the kindest regard for him." l ''Then you haven't any idea of what has l set him against you?''
 II haven't any desire to discuss the sub ject with you, MT. Ingot."
 "Wen, you don't take any pains to hide l the fact that you don't like me,' said Ingot, jovially. 'But Pm good-tempered fellow, not easily offended, so I'll forgive you. By the by, you didn't get any thing from that rascal tonight, did yous Seems queer that he should have gone through the den' so completely, and yet have had nothing at all on his persona
 "You heard MT. Childer declare nothing |
 ''Nothing of importance" corrected h. | got. '1 was thinking that it could be made ! rather an embarrassing matter if you wero | to find that tho robber had foisted his spells | of on you-papers, for instance. You arc | quito sure that you didn't get any thing of the kinda"
 "I am quite sure that prefer taking my way homeward alone, MT. Ingot.''
 "Oh, you do! Pm glad you mentioned it. | iChf bny pffc
 fully and promptly that Norris felt little | ashamed of his petulance.
 l But when he reached his own room, and
 began disrobing for the night, piece of l paper f1uttered out from some fold of his
 clothing and fell to the floor. It was only a
 torn scrap, apparently from letter:
 "-no use to contest the will. If my for mer communication led you to entertain | false hopes, it was because had his assur- ance of years' standing, and the result is as much a surprise and disappointment to
 me as it can be to you. Failing your ex- ! pected inher'-
 That was all there was of it. Norris was
 utterly at loss to know how it came into
 his possession. If it had found a lodgment
 there during his struggle with the burglar,
 might it not have been written to Lyman
 Chlder, and mean that the barrier of a
 fortune did not exist between Carol and him.
 selfs His heart beat quicker at the thought | He felt stiff and sore when he arose next
 morning, but he was on hand at the police
 court, as were also Lyman Childer and
 Hiram lngot, when the burglar was brought
 in. The latter, answering to the name of
 Abraham Stone, put in a plea of not guilty
 to the charge of house-breal1ing preferred l against him, and was rcmanded for trial,
 the judge fixing his bail at ono thousand
 dollars.
 "In lieu of which you will be locked up l until the time of your trial which will take place week from to-day. Deputy, remove | the prisoner.'
 A well-known lawyer, of not too savory 0 ] reputation, here came forward and ad- dressed the judge:
 "Your honor, am here to offer bail for the prisoner"
 "1 must have good names,' said his l honor, grossly, but the man of law smiled serenely as he produced a plethoric pocket book.
 , q am ready to deposit the collateral ) That is satisfactory, l supposes" "1t satisfies me, and we'll hope that who ) ever is back of you takes 1000 worth of in- terest in this fellow. My word for it, hell
 never show up again." } And the event proved that his honor was r | right. Long before the day of trial came t | around he was hunted in vain, for that s1 ,000 ] was identified as among the cash stolen | 1rom the express company on tho nlSnt Oul | story opens.
 CHAPTER VIII. AN EVENING AT THE EvERLEIGHs.
 As may be supposed, there was good deal | of excitement over the discovery of this fact regarding tho stolen money, ,and the bold
 use to which it had been put; and, strangely
 enough, one person who took great inter- ! est in the matter was Althea Everleigh. She had reason for so doing, since two ot her friends were connected with that rob bery in different ways.
 Miss Everleigh read tho papers, and
 knew what all the world knew of Lyman
 Childer's loss, and the lowering cloud whict
 threatened Norris Bergman's fair fame
 for the papers had not been slow to intimate that there had been reasons beyond those
 given for his discharge by the express
 company.
 The interest which she had always felt il
 that friend of her childhood revived after