Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-31

shooting, laden with dancing notes. In
! side he stood stock still until he had re-
gained the use Of his eyes, and then he be-
gan to peer around him. In a moment he
found what he sought. Half upon and hah
/ hidden by the straw lay young man In
/ the deep sleep OF utter exhaustion. His
/ face, which bore traces of more than COM
mon beauty, was now white and pinched;
| his hair hung dank about his forehead. His
clothes were in rags, anu his FEET, bound up
| in pieces torn at random from his blouse,
were raw and bleeding. For short while
Michael Teller bent over him, remarking
these things with glisteniDg eyes. Then the
peasant stole out again. SIT is B erownsP
he muttered, blinking in the sunlight. Ha,
hal 5 crownsP'
He looked around cautiously, but could
see no sign of his wife, and after hesitating
and pondering minute or two, he took the
path Tor Carbaix, his native astuteness lead
ing him to saunter slowly along in his
ordinary fashion. After that the moorland
about the cottage lay seemingly deserted
Thrice at intervals the girl dragged homo
her load of staw, but each time she seemed
to linger in the barn no longer than was
necessary. MiehePs absence, though IL was
unlooked for, raised no suspicion in her
breast, for be would frequently 60 down to
the village TO spend the afternoon. The sun
sank lower, and the shadow of the great
monolith, which. standing on the highest
point OF the moor, about a mile away, rose
gaunt and black against q roseate sky, grew
longer and longer, and then, as twilight Iell,
the two coming home met few PAGES from
the cottage. He asked some questions about
the work she had been doing, and she an
s3ered briefly. Then, silent and uncom-
munieaiive, they went in together. The girl
set the bread and cider on the table, and
going to the great black pot which had been
simmering all day on the fire, poured some
broth into two pitchers. 1t did not escape
Michel's rugal eye that there was still
little broth left in the bottom Of the poland
this induced a new ceiling in him-anger.
When his wife hailed him by sign to the
meal, he went instead to the door and
fastened it. Thence he went to the corner
and picked up the woodchopper, and armed
with this came back to his seat.
The girl watched his movements first with
surprise, and then with secret terror. The
twilight was come, and the cottage was al
most dark, and she was alone with him; or,
II not alone, with no one near who could
help her. Yet she met his grin OF triumph
bravely.
"What is this?" she said; "why do you
want that?"
"For the rat" he answered, grimly, his
eyes on hers.
"Why not use your stool7" she stroye 10
murmur, her heart sinking.
"Not for this rat," he answered. ut
might not do, my girl On, know all
about it." he continued. 81 have been
down to the village, and seen the mayor, and
he is coming up to fetch him." He nodded
toward the partition, and she knew that her
secret was known.
SIT is Pierre" she said, trembling vio-
lently, and turning first crimson and then
white.
II know il, Jeanne. It was excellsns Of
you'll Excellent II is long since you have
done such days work"
You will not give him up?"
"My faith, l shall t. he answered, affect
ing. and perhaps really ceiling, wonder at
her simplicity. HE Is 5 crowns, grill
You do not understand. He is worth 81
crowns, and the risk nothing at all.
II he had been angry, or shown anything
OF the .ury o the suspicious husband; IL be
been about to do this out OF jealousy or re-
venge, she would have quailed before him
though she had done him no wrong, save the
wrong Of mercy aad pity. But his spirit