St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-01-04

dition release you, and you may as well
begin now to wait patiently until morn
ing. At the first opportunity will hail
some passing farmer and have you con-
Quoted to the sheriff's house."
That would be well, because any
farmer who would pass the house on
winters morning would be some neigh
Dor who would recognize him. But the
thought OF spending four or five more
hours in that oven was unbearable. Ii
he did not die for want of fresh air he
would certainly suffer greatly.
Suddenly happy thought struck him.
"Outside the door you will find my
valise. / think its contents will con-
vince you that am Fred Boylst."
Il shall not leave this door for any
reason"
This was discouraging. Then an
other happy thought appeared.
~ have in my pocket letter from my
mother. Ii you will open the door 1
will show it to you.'
"On no condition shall | open the
door. If you have any letter you would
Ike me to see, you may thrust it under
the door,"
Painfully in the small space allowed,
Fred stopped, and with m, III difficulty
succeeded i'll forcing the letter through
the small crack between the door and
the sill. Then he eagerly waited her
reply.
This is written to Fred Boyist. but it
is dated in Columbus, o., and signed by
man entirely unknown to me-"
linen. in the dark | have made mis-
take, and given you the wrong letter.
Please examine this one.'
Eyes, this is from Mrs. Boyist to Fred
R0VlSt | rppnpnjzQ fha han6
Yut 1t proves nothing. How can tell
that you are Mr.. Fred Boylst? Posi-
bly, you have met him, robbed him. and
saved his things to use in manner
similar to this.'
Could anything be more aggravating?
Try hard as he could his arguments had
no force with his determined guard,
VINO was convinced that he was bur
glar. His head was beginning to ache
f1om the oVerDOwering heat. He feared
tnat II he was not soon released he that
ne would faint for want Of fresh air.
He thought seriously of forcing the
door, but if he met with any success in
these attempts he would in all proba-
Dlllty be shot. Finally, in desperation,
he cried:
Ibid you ever see Fred Boylst?"
ibid you ever see photograph of
him?"
"Yes.n
"Then do, for mercy's sake, open the
door. am dying in here, and promise
you L will remain motionless if you will
simply open the door and give me some
fresh air. l am sure if you are familiar
with my photograph you will recognize
me at once"
For long time she hesltated. Could
1t be possible that his story was true?
If not, could she restrain him with the
pistol she held in her hand? The heat
of the closet must be terrible, and pos
slbly he was so overcome that he would
be passive if his Sutferngs were re-
lleyed. She endeavOred to recall his
features as she had seen them before
he jumped into the closet, but she was
so excited at the time that she had no
idea abont them. At last she said:
81 will open the door, but remember
that | will keep the pistol at your head
during the whole time. If you make
any attempt to move or disarm me,
will shoot"
Fred was in such state that he did
not much care whether he was recog-
nlzed or not. All he wished was breath
of cool air. The key turned to the lock.
and slowly the door swung open, and
draught of air from the room, cold COM
pared with that of the closet. came in.
Also the revolver, behind which was q
determined eye, was thrust in his face.
His first impulse was to rush into the
room, but his promise and the revolver
restrained him. The door had opened
about three inches when 1t stopped, and
a determined foot pressed against it.
The young woman all through this try
Ing time had acted with much more
bravery and determination than many
man or woman in her place would have
acted. Nevertheless, she was woman,
and had fOW ideas that are much more
common to women than they are to
men. She held the door firmly and
said:
Thrust oui your hand and let me see
if 1t is the hand of gentlemen"
If Fred had been one of those techni-
cally-inclined young fellows, who go
into the Thomson-H Houston or some
engine works, his hands would probably
not have passed muster, and the closet
door would have been shut again. AL
though not handsome, the hand was not
much callOuSed, and was free from
scars.
The fastidious taste of the young
woman was satisfied. Still she remem-
bered that villains had fine hands in
some cases, and continued to be on her
guard. The door opened still farther,
and, standing before him, Fred saw the
young woman who alternately aggra-
waited and filled him with respect.
''Put your hands behind your back"
This was done. She looked at him
for moment and then said:
"YOu are standing in tue shadow. j
cannot plainly see your features. Stand
there until l give you permission to
move"
Keeping him well covered with the
weapon, she slowly walked backward
until the table and lamp were between
them.
"Step out into the light. Stopw
The heated air had made him feel 80
weak that he wanted to sit down in the
nearest chair. However, he conquered
the feeling, and stood looking her in the
face. Fortunately for her, he had
marked features. His mother,
wishing to continually keep her sons
face before her, had placed photographs
of him in every room In the house. The
young woman saw the resemblance at
once, and realized what a mistake she
had made. She was about to speak when
Jn6 revolver lclI W IIlo uOOT, Lne HdHQ
that had held 1t fell to her side, and
Fred had but time to dash around the
table and catch her as she tainted away.
There was no ammonia at hand.
Neither were there any salts or other
Fortunately plenty of water
was near, and this was literally APP
piled with towels. Gradually the color
came back to her face, and the eyelids
slowly ODened, Fred heIped heI to the
lounge, where, for some minutes, she
lay quietly. without venturing to speak.
Meanwhile Fred's two little sisters
had been awakened by the fall OF the
revolver. Obtaining no response to
their cries, they hurried into the room
where the light was burning, and their
Joy and surprise at again seeing their
brother completely treasured their
friend, who had tried so nobly to care
for the house during its masters abb
sence.