The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-03-15

OF entering and leaving the house stealth
ly, shutting himself III his Office ane
smoking more cigars than were good fos
him. He watched the smoke wreathc
up about his head by the hour and Anne
face appear and vanish away, and his
blues grew daily of deeper indigo hue
He noticed as a significant sign that thu
floral offerings that once adorned his
Office table lad ceased to appear. Once
he thought seriously Of asking Mrs. Bis
sell what he had done to forfeit her es-
TEEN, and then his pride rebelled, and
he concluded to fall into the business at
titude of boarder and landlady. He did
not even dare to inquire after Anne or
when she was coming home, for all his
questions were met with polite but frigid
Encouragement
He could see that Mrs. BisseH suffered
silently, but the loss OF her interest
money, the shiftlessness of Bissell and
the worries Of poor help were sufficient
to account for her low spirits. Only
Miss Carver throve IN the changed atti-
tude Of affairs. She now firmly believed
the doctor was thief, and that the Bis
sells had found him out, and for some
reason were hushing matters up; but
she was willing to indulge in scientific
conversation even with man Of his
suspicious character, now that she had
the field all TO herself, and Annes irri-
tating beauty was no longer beaming on
the opposite side of the table. In spite
Of her belief in his turpityde she was
half disposed to go over to the little pill
theory, for the doctor was very generous
in his medical opinions he gave gratis on
her pet diseases. Miss Carver had tried
her best to fathom the mystery of Annes
absence and Mrs. Bissells freezing up
toward the doctor, but without very
brilliant success.
They've found out something pretty
black about him, you may be sure" she
! said TO the widow, ssfor never saw a
girl make a holder push than she did
after that man, and they were all just
ready to eat him up.
1 A month had gone by and Mrs. Bis
sell showed no sign of relenting toward
the young doctor. She was more and
more polite and formal and ceremo-
nious, and it occurred to her that he
would soon be looking out for a fashion
able boarding place, where the climate
was more salubrious, for the spread of
scarlet fever in Dead1nan's Hollow had
! given him plenty of hard work, and it
was no uncommon thing to have the
door bell broken twice week by the in
sistency Of night messengers. One au-
tu1nn evening she was sitting in her own
room with great pile of stockings be-
fore her, fresh from the wash and await
ing the darning needle, when the doctor
burst in without stopping to knock. He
held a long official looking document in
his hand, and his face was flushed with
eager, happy excitement.
EXCUSE me, Mrs. Bissel, for forget
ting my manners. hurried in to tell
you that l have just had great news
from the Boston chief of police. They've
caught the thief that stole your money,
and got back all those marked bills but
one that has mygteriously disappeared
But 1t is sure to come to light in time. =
''What do you say?" Mrs. Bissen asked
sharply, clutching the arm of her chair
and looking up bewildered through hel
glasses.
They've caught tho thief, said he
rSising his voice witli the impression
tfst she had suddenly gone deaf He
vas an old state prison bird, who hac
Just been discharged tom the peniten
tjary. He pretended 20 be plumber
and roofer by trade, and was engaged
here with Fraser early in the summer.
Ere intended. it seems, to clean out Lit
tssfeld, but got scared after he had
robbed you and left toisn suddenly
why, that's the very man that pre-
tsnded to mend my toofI" cried Mrs.
ESssen-
YES" said the zoccor, smiling, land
il seems the fellow tsoa the opportunity
to go through your bslseau drawers"
a hot flush buraed on Mrs. Bisselri
thin cheek, and shs plss her hand before
her eyes for very shame. "Oh, doctor,
size cried in a stifisii, choked voice
broken with sobs, 81 crght to go down
or my knees and hum$ay beg your par
don"
The doctor looked clarified and mys
titled.
What in the world do you mean,
Mrs. BissellT
She rose slowly and tottered to her
esoset, and unlocEed little writing
desk on the lower shell and took out the
tsn dollar bill, and came shamefacec
and trembling and Laid it on the doc
tors knee. He took Is up, scrutinized il
oil over, as Anne bad done, and discov
cred in one corner the faint letter 3
with a little cross in hue ink. "Why,
vaid he, astonished, ssfhis is the missing
Sill. How did you coine by it, Mrs. Bis
Sell?'
The color flooded his landlady's thin
brown face away ap 20 the roots of he
gray hair, and tinge& even the tips 0
her ears. Don't you know, DR.. TbbetS
you gave it to me for board, = she sale
slowly. 81 gave it to you?" He ran hi
bands through his light locks and sa
dumb for moment, stricken with sur
prise. Then light broke in on him. g
sse now" he exclaimed. at was tina
sccandrel Doyle, whose thief's name i
Shifty Mike. He called me in that nigh
for the baby, the first night call had il