Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1892-08-26
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guest at the wedding next MONTH"
II can't make it up said Laurel,
'.you-you don't understand. When
we agreed to sever, and decided We
were not for each other, Christ dis.
appeared: nobody knows his address,
but he limited to his landlady somc-
thing about kaMtschatka. often
wonder Tiff he is yet i'm this world
below"
"Oh, Laurell, cheer up, dearest!
OF course he yet lives, and doubtless
your paths will rccross at last; IL he
really cared for you he will try his
fate again."
After dinner MI. Collyer, the
curatc, paid a visit to the Manor, and
was considerably left to the conversa-
tion of Ella, his betrothed; Laurel
played chess with her aunt, but the
game was of a disquiet nature, mas
much us Mrs. Tyrrel was constantly
hearing noises, and opining that the
maids had left doors and windows
open by mistake. And Laurel, as
she waged the mimic battle, was
thinking of n wandering pcrchancc
over Asiatic plains, driven across the
the ocean by cold, unfceling words,
and a broken promise.
The next day was free from alarms,
with the exception of a vague rumor
that the mysterious stranger had
been observed crouching within an
old mill, with gaze intent upon the
revolving wheel: the general opinion
appeared to be that he wasa harmless
imbecilc, for. us Giddes said. what
sane man would stare at a mill
wheel, and crouch almost on all
fOllrs::
On Friday Mr.. Tyrrel returned,
and, being free from nervousness him.
self, he spread around him a CHEEKY
atmosphere, till on Saturday MORN
ing the agitation as to the vagrant
was redoubled and reached it's climax,
"If you please, MASTER" said Gid
DIES, appearing while the family were
at breakfast, 'she's caught and Hobbs
is here, desiring to see you particu-
lar"
''Do you mean the burglar?:" asked
Mys. Tyrrel,, tremblingly. 81 WON
der if Hobbs caught him in the act
of robbery. 1 always said the con-
stable was %clcvercr than he seems-a
nice man, so respectable and domestic
Gated in his habits. oh, my dear
James. if the burglar be indeed i'm
custody, do not confront him alone, 1
entreat you; he may be %concealing
firearms, and the consequences are
too dreadful to contemplate. Let me
accompanyyou, 1 will perish with you,
if need be-"
.'He's handcufTed, and a dangerous
character he is. as I've told you this
week past, ma'am: it's IA wonder we
haven't all of us been slain, but Pm
thankful to say the guilty party will
now he stopped in his evil courses"
Mr. Tyrrel, being a magistrate, pro-
ceedcd to the lobby communicating
with his library, where Hobbs and his
prisoner awaited him: the ladies
clinging to each other, followed him
ncrvously. and Giddes, being inter-
ested in the safety of the constable,
a special friend of her own brought
up the c
"Begging your pardon for disturb
ing of YOU during your breakfast"
said Hobbs. 81 have ventured to ar
rest the accused as a rogue and vaga
bond, having found him with my own
eyes %a-prancing round and about your
own prize goat, your worship, in the
paddock, which he never could have
got in save and except by climbing
over the fence, and no doubt with a
view to steal the poor dumb creature.
Moreover, he says he has no home and
no address, which doubtless means he
is an %out-an-out London thief"
The accused, meanwhile, looked
unconcerned, and even a little
amused at the constable's discourse,
but his face suddenly changed as
Laurel kirke rushed forward, threw
herself before him, and burst into
passionate entreaty.
"Oh, uncle, he is innocent-it is
Chris! Asst Chris could be a burg
lar. or want to steal your goat! He
is the best, the truest, grandest one
in all the world! oh, uncle, do a v
him from Hobbs! Do believe mel
would answer for his goodness with
my life. If Chris has been prowling,
It'll is because my wicked temper has
robbed him of his reason. Aunt,
how could any n say his looks were
against hint" and Laurel chung to
the prisoner, disregarding the sur.
prise and Indignation around.
slf there's been any mistake, miss,
1 humbly begs to apologize" said the
constable, much bewildered; shut
what could this waga-gent be want
ing with his honorable worshlp's
prize goat9"
"Permlt me to EXPLAIN" said the
prisoner. .Our good friend here re-
fused to listen to my protest against
these handouts, declaring that my
words would be used against myself;
several stout villagers assisted him in
my arrest, so I felt resistance would
be useless l had no idea Miss Kirke
was staying beneath this roof; I re-
greet my intrusion upon her; she will
understand it was unavoidable"
Laurel was in tears, her only audi.
Bile words being, ssOh. ChrisM and