Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-11-03

in the darkness and muttered words she
could not understand did not tend to
calm her.
There was a rush. Of feet in the hall
without; a stout shoulder sent the door
inward with crash, and Dick Levoe,
who had made this unceremonious en-
trance, stood there, with light high
above his head, his keen eyes scanning
the apartment swiftly.
1t took him O moment to comprehend,
and then he laughed with immeasur-
able amusement.
The miller, clad but lightly, was
sprawling on the floor, a dazed wonder in
his face, the old rife, which he had struck
as he fell, lying harmless beside him
and now unloaded; a window was open.
and through it came fine sheet of rain:
the old man was soaking wet and rain
drops glistened on his hair and scanty
garments; his bare feet were muddy,
and altogether he presented anything
but an agreeable or presentable appear
ance.
"What has happenedY asked Dick as
soon as his mirth could be suppressed, as
he aided the miller to his feet.
"I-I don't know" stammered jaime.
son.
His wife, hearing voices, cautiously
peeped out from under the coverlet.
"RobbersI' she cried shrilly. "They
have been here again. Have they shot
you, Harveyg'
"No, wife, Pm not shot, said Harvey,
can I don't think there's been any rob.
bers round. Fact is I've been sleep
walking"
"What!"
"rve been walkin in my sleep, sure as
you live," groaned the miller. "rm all
wet, so must have gone out of doors,
an the Lord only knows where l have
been or what I've been doin. l was
dreamin of that ten pounds
He broke off and hurried to the spot
in which be had hidden the money. II
was not there.
You're rather old for such capers,
Harvey" his wife was saying,
But he didn't hear her. Very blankly
he turned to Dick, who had now retreat.
ed to the threshold where Jennie was
standing, white and startled, but ravish.
ingly pretty.
"Lad," the miller said solemnly, "a
believe I've robbed myself. I've heard
of such things, an now believe I've just
done that, an Ihain't got notion where
/ put the money"
sis it gomez?
"Yes."
"Then you had best put on dry clothes
sir, while l go out and try to follow the
tracks you have probably left in the
garden. Your feet are so muddy I'm
sure you must have been there. I'll re
port in few moments"
A whispered sentence to Jennie at thu
door, and Dick was off to don his boots
and laugh at the remembrance of the
miller's plight.
With lantern he went out into tht
rain, and his gravity departed again al
under the window of the miller'i
chamber he discovered deeply indentet
footprints, which proved that Jameson
had emerged like schoolboy.
The big, bare feet left plain traces il
the soft soil Of the garden. Dick fol
lowed them on across the road,- an,
found that they ceased at one corner O
the mill. A loose board had beel
freshly replaced. He drew it out ant
there, in the aperture, found small til
box.
Taking it out, he hurried back to tint
Jameson, his wife and Jennie up ant
dressed, waiting for him.
The miller took the box eagerly ant
opened it with scarcely steady hands
There were the ten pounds, and unde
them the money of which he had though
Dick had robbed him.
Lad" he said, turning to his EN-
ployee, .Fve been thinkin i'll of you fo
the last few days, an ask your pardon
If can ever do you good turn call o.
me-"
Il take your word, sir" said Die
cheerfully, going straight to Jennie an,
taking her hand. II want your consen
to my marrying Jennie some day, whel
I have proved myself able to take car
of her. We love each other, and hope
sir, you'll not forget what love was t
yourself once"
''No, don't, lad," said the miller
with a tender glance toward his wife
''but mill hand gets but poor wages
an you'll have to wait awhile.a
Gas for that" said Dick, ~ thin
You'll have tolook up another mill hand
Mr.. Jameson, for | have another Offer
and intend taking it. wasn't brougil
up to labor and was at college whe
my father died, leaving me, instead Q
the thousands | expected, nothing bu
my empty, unframed hands. | left th
college and fate led me hither. If
have shown no talent as a miller, / hay
won the sweetest girl in the world t
love me. Now friend of my father
offers me the post,of bookkeeper in hi
bank at salary on which Jennie and
can live, know. | didn't take you
money, sir, and I'll forgive you for SUI
pecting that l did if you'll give me Jer
nie."
"What do you say, daughter?" aske
the old man wistfully. -
~ love him, father she whispered.
"Then III only say, God bless 20
bothr" said the miller. Yankee Blad,
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
An Appropriate Hymn.
| A good old time member of the Met
odist church. whose keen appreciate,
1 of humor is only one of many pleasir
characteristics, relates with rare gus
the following story: For meeting
the congregation a certain subject w
annol1nced for discussion. The mei