Nevada County picayune., 1890-11-20

newspaper and was about to place them in the stove when the title on the paper caught my eye. It was the Weekly Eureka of the date of the robbery. put it in my pocket, and then kindled the fire, emptied the coal into it, and replenished the scut- tie from the barn. It was long ways for Kitty to carry coal.
 1 went to the bench beside the house and took the torn paper that l had found in the kitchen and the piece that MT. Ross had given to me and laid them together. They matched exactly. l held one end of a clew. 1 folded my evidence, and walked toward the barn. Once I looked back, and saw Kitty at her window above the bench. l wonder ed if she had seen me there. l know when ] went to the house for break fast Kitty looked at me in very strange manner. While at the table Mir. Fisher said that he was going to town with Steven in the milk wagon, as he had business at the bank, and told me to repair the Ross line fence
 "I wouldn't trust banks" said Uncle Silas."
 1 was anxious to see MT. Ross, so hurried to the line fence, and kept my eyes on the Ross side, hoping that he might appear. Now and then I glanced at the road to sec if Kitty had started for her school. It was long walk for Kitty.
 Soon l saw Mir. Ross and called hIm.
 Did you find the rest of the pa per?" l asked
 No; it must have been burned" i" he answered.
 But it wasn't" l said.
 Then 1 told him of my discovery, and showed him the pieces of paper. Just then the wind took one of them, and as 1 chased it 1 saw Kitty going along the road.
 "Fisher shall suffer for this," said MT. Ross. But, young man, 'see that you have some witnesses be- sides yourself. for 1 don't want to slip up."
 II promised to take care of that, t, and returned to my work.
 In the evening, when MT. Fisher returned, l took the horses to the barn; but l didn't stop there; went through the pasture, along the lane into the back road, and then to- ward the school house. When a quarter of a mile from the building l met Kitty.
 Did father send you for mel" she asked.
 "No," answered, "but 1t is a long walk"
 Thank you, Mir. Weston" she said.
 MT. Weston." That name sounded strange. She had called me Charles before, like the rest.
 That evening, while the others were in the sitting room, l went to the kitchen and made ready for the morning. drew the water; the we'll was deep, and l had seen Kitty working very hard at the windlass,
 When the rest of us went upstairs for the night, Uncle Silas descended to the cellar.
 II wish that uncle wouldn't drink so much" said Kitty.
 At midnight l went noiselessly to Mir. Fishers room, opened the un- 1 locked door and soon had the key to his desk. In another minute 1 was examining his private papers, but found none of his expected evidence until l opened his bank-book, aud there, on the day after the robbery, SG, 900 was entered as deposited in the bank.
 A sound startled me. 1 blew out my light and listened. Some one was in the cellar. l opened the door and crept down. There, by the light of his faintly-burning can dle, l saw Uncle Silas with his hands full of gold pieces, counting them one by one, and laying them in an opening in the wall, from which a stone had been removed. heard a step behind me, and saw the cellar door move. l ascended and saw no one. went to my room, and found Steven apparently sleeping. l stepped on my coat. It was lying on the floor and knew that l had