Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-07-25

suiLn. uOH KNOW now III came III my
chest. I'm sure it wasn't here two day
ago."
If the young man had said that h,
bought the sugar Mr., Horson might hay,
believed him. His denial of all knowledg,
of how the sugar came to be in the ches
but added to the suspicion of guilt. Th'
Indians confiscated the sugar, only small
portion of the amount lost, and returned
to their friends with the news.
That night there was great pow-wow IL
the Ottawa camp, and the whites feared
that trouble might ensue.
II don't know how it can be settled,
said Woodston. 'It's a mystery how the
sugar got into my chest"
II accept your word, Mr. Woodston,'
said the mill owner, butt
II understand" interrupted the young
man quickly. "I'll not embarrass you by
remaining TO enrage the Indians. I'll &c
tonight"
The mill owner paid the young man his
wages and WoodstOn departed. He halted
in the kitchen to speak with Madge Mason
It's shame that you have to go, Aus
tin, all on account of that miserable Indian
prophet"
'You believe me when say am limo
cent, MadgeS"
"Of course do"
'Then am satisfied. The truth will
come out some day. I'll stopa Muskegon
for time, and will write from there"
He kissed her then at the door and de-
parted, to walk the lonely score of miles to
the mouth of the river, a cloud hanging
over his head that might never be cleared
away.
1t was cleared away, however, much
sooner than any one expected Mr. Stowell,
the man who kept the boarding house for
Jacob Horson, came the next day to con
| gratulate the mill owner on getting rid of
the thief.
81 always mistrusted Austin Woodston
wasn't just what he professed to be, y said
Stowell. HE held his head pretty high
from the start. It's lucky he didn't fall
into the hands of the Indians, who are mad
enough tell you"
Madge Mason shifted at the retreating
form of Stowell when she saw him return
ing home.
IAN old busybody," she commented.
"He likes to see folk in difficulty. pre-.
sumo he's congratulating Mr.. Horson over
the departure of Austin. If the truth We're
known presume the old gossip out there
could tell more about that sugar than any
one else"
In the afternoon the hired girl had lit
tie time to herself, which she improved by
going to her room to write in her diary,
for like most sentimental young misses
she kept such record.
| The air was warm, almost summery, and
Madge pushed up the window and gazed
out into the sunshine. She sat here for
some time in daydream when buzzing
sound attracted her notice.
| A dark object shot past the window and
disappeared behind the boarding house
some ten rods distant.
"BeesW exclaimed Madgc. How
should like some honey. | wonder il
| there's bee tree near by?"
| Thoughts of her lovers disgrace van
ished as she sat and watched the bees.
Presently she put on her hat and went
outside, full of the idea of finding bee
| tree.
She saw bee shoot past and disappear
| behind the next house. Curiosity prompt
ed her to investigate. She followed on and
| turned the corner Of the rough board struc-
ture. There she stood still, a sort of shock
thrilling heT to the heart.
The window to the bedroom on the
ground floor of the house stood open sev.
eral inches. Through this opening bee
had just disappeared. Madge knew that
this room was the sleeping apartme.a of
Mr.. and Mrs Stowel!
While she stood regarding the window
several bees shot out into the mir and went
whizzing toward the woods
What was there in that room to attract
the wild honey beeP Sweets of some kind,
surely. lnstinctively the girl walked for
ward till she stood where she could look
into the bedroom.
Next the farther wall sat hair covered
trunk, and on this were several bees.
From her position Madge could see the at.
traction-several drops of sugar! At once
startling suspicion entered the mind of
the hired girl She sped swiftly back to
Horson's. The millowner happened to be
still at home, and to him Madge cried
'I've found the stolen sugar, Mr.. Hor.
sonr'
The gentleman looked up from his paper
and regarded the t;rl in some surprise
What was that, miss"
"Ive found the stolen sugar, Mr.. Hor-
son." declared Madge cmphatically. do
come quickly, before they find it out, and
hide 1t somewhere else"
The girl then explained what she had
discovered. The mill owner believed it
possible that there was something in the
girls statement, although he had hereto
fore fully trusted his man Stowell.
Summoning two of the Ottawas and one
of the mill men Mr.. lTorson visited the
boarding house and proceeded Mt once to
the bedroom in question, against the siren
nous protests Of Mrs Stowell
The hair trunk was burst open, and on
the inside, filing the whole body of the
trunk, was a fine white shirt, sewed ut top
and bottom, full almost to bursting with
maple sugar. Mrs. Stowcll became humble
enough then, and burst into tears, confess
fIg that her husband was the thief. But
for the wild honey bees the truth might
never have been known, and to Madge Ma
son was due the finding Of the sugar as
pointed out by the bees.
Mr. Horson at once discharged Stowell
and his wife, keeping enough of their
wages to amply repay the Indians for the
sugar lost. The dishonest couple were
glad enough to escape without arrest
Mr.. Horson sent for the deposed young
blacksmith, and on his arrival explained to
him the situation.
Now I'm in need Of a man to keep the
boarding house, Austin. Will you take
its" concluded the mill owner.
'If Surely you must be joking. ! have
no wife''--
"That's easily arranged. Madge is
splendid housekeeper Speak to her, my
boy,n and merry twinkle filed the eyes
Of the mill owner
The young blacksmith accepted his EN-
ployer's advice, and took Madge and the
boarding house.
The match proved TO he an eminently