The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-11-02

tell you what | can do; | won't give up the
article until have communicated with you"
every well, that will do" said Mrs. Cooley,
clutchiug at the straw. So she wrote down the
address of her greengrocer and desired the letter
to be forwarded there. Then she went out,
hopeless and dazed. Suddenly thought struck
her. she hailed hanson and told the driver to
take her to Fleet street.
Now, just about this very time the authorities
at Scotland Yard were severely exercised as to
a daring burglary which had been committed at
the town residence of a nobleman with such ad-
mirable secrecy and success that not the faint
est clue could be obtained as to the whereabouts
of the perpetrators, who had decamped with a
large and valuable booty Of gold and silver
plate. OF course the police were furnished with
a complete list of the stolen articles and, in ac-
cordance with usual practice, sharp watch was
kept upon all pawnbroking establishments.
One morning there appeared in the agony col
umns of two or three of the morning papers the
following advertisement:
Il oST-A PAwN-TICKET WITH MESsRs.
11Methuselah & Co. for silver goblet; pledged
for ten pounds. A handsome reward will be paid
to whomsoever will give information leading to
the recovery OF the above ticket to ", care
Of
1t need hardly be said that Mrs. Cooley had
inserted the above advertisement, in the des-
perate hope that she had dropped the ticket in
the street Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, and
Wednesday morning passed; each day she had
called at the address she had given in the hope
that she might gain some information concern
ing the miserable piece of pasteboard, but with
out success. Three courses remained open to
her-to say nothing about the goblet to her hus-
band and to trust to its appearance on the
table escaping his memory, to tell him about it,
and to make final appeal to Messrs. Methuse-
| lab. She decided on trying the last course
| first, and accordingly she went to the shop of
Messrs. Methuselah.
| The young man recognized her and smiled,
| just as he would have smiled at the reappear-
| ance of one of his habitual clients.
'rve come again to ask you to let me have
the goblet about which spoke to you the other
| day, and the ticket for which l have lost"
'The ticket has been presented" replied the
young man, "and the cove that presented it has
| been run in. He's at Bow street now, and the
| goblet with him."
"But how was that?" asked Mrs. Cooley, agi-
tated so that she could hardly speak.
"Well, he wouldn't give his name, and he
couldn't give satisfactory account of his pos
session of the cup, so he was took off. l ray
ther think they have an idea it has something to
do with this ere burglary. But if you go to
Bow street they'll let you see him."
81 thought you were going to communicate
with me before you parted with the goblet p"
said Mrs Cooley.
Cow could 1? Here was the copper, and
there was the cove. The laws the law, and it
amt for us to go against it."
Off went Mrs Cooley to Bow street, meditat-
ing as she went over the strange irony of fate
which should lead her, the religiously and
strictly brought up daughter of a clergyman and
| the wife of well-known barrister, to visit in
the same day pawnbroker's shop and police
station.
Arrived there, she stated her mission to the
Inspector
"Well, num- he said, 'we're waiting here
| for the butler from Lord Penge's house to rec
ognize this goblet as belonging to his master,
! but if you like to give me your name and ad-
Dress
Mrs. Cooley, after moments hesitation,
wrote down her name and address, The in
| spector looked at it, smiled, and said
"It seems all right But-here comes his
lordship's butler. won't keep you moment,
num-"
He went to safe, brought out the goblet,
and held it up for the inspection of forid man
who had entered
SIS that one of yours ~ he asked.
The butler, after carefully examining 1t, shook
his head and went out.
"Now, then, num-" said the inspector, pro-
ducing a card, 'perhaps you can tell me what
you know about that gentleman ?''
Mrs Cooley glanced at the piece of paste
board which the policeman handed to her and
her head swan. ltwas Mr.. Frank Cooey's card
'My husbands card ~ she exclaimed "What
is the meaning of this %
'The meaning is that the gent who has just
given that card presented the ticket for this
! goblet at Methusaleh's. He declined to an
swer questions as to how he came by it, and he
is now detained, pending inquiries"
"Oh, let me speak to him, please % cried
Mrs Cooley.
After "A moments reflection the inspector
left the room and returned with Frank Cooley.
"Oh, Frank Frank ~ exclaimed the poor
woman, throwing herself into her husbands
arms. ''This has been such lesson to me
Such humiliatng lesson Can you-will you
forgive me? %
"Of course do, my loVe,n replied her hus-
band, "And do hope it is a lesson"
The goblet duly appeared on the dinner table
when Jack Spiggot came the next day, and he
very soon OWNED that affairs were about to
take turn for the better in the little household
when Frank Cooley told him that they had de-
cided not to have the fancy dress ball.