Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-06-29

we ara lcst--we arc dead men: and she
but will not thiIlk of her. Itwould
paralyze me. and the time fox action Ia
almost at hand"
"How do you intend getting into the
house,"
II must break in You know how
sdoubly dangerous Is the enterprise. It
is not too late for you to draw back"
ST am with you heart and SOUL" said
I, taking his arm.
He set rapid pace west.
my poor girl. !" he said, lis looked In
an upper room, no doubt. I intend
getting in through the fan light I can
stand on your shoulders Once in, /
win open tho front door. This fog is
all In our favor"
1t was q long walk. during which he
never could see across the street. He
seemed to find his way by instinct He
never paused or hesitated
At last he drew up. I'VE are In Der
by square," no whispered 1.-THE house
is on the south side. No. 81. We will
cross the roadway and stand with our
backs against the railing of the In
closure. We have twenty minutes to
wait"
up, 1--WE are directly opposite the house.
know the spot by this dropping ash
tree" He took off his hat anc wiped
his forehead.
At Ave minutes to one heard door
footsteps stealing away. looked at
Crane. lie didn't look at me. He did
not move. He kept his eyes hxed on
al l.-~-Ak-AA -
the watch myself; found could not
now take my eyes off 1t. I saw the
hand pass the hour; ! saw II creep one,
two, three minutes beyond the hour
Had he forgotten, or was he really
hypnotiZed by too intent thought and
gaze?
When the hand touched the fourth
minute, he put the watch in his pocket,
and catching me by the shoulder moved
across tho roadway and up to the door
of 81.
"How will you break the glass2 Will
there not be a great noise?" I whis-
pered.,
"No; the fanlight is stained glass in
lead. Give me a back"
In an instant he was up, standing on
my shoulders, and working at the fan
light. / could not see, but he must
have wrenched out the pieces with
amazing celebrity and care, for in a few
minutes he whispered: 'I am going to
hang on by my elbows. Take hold of
my feet and push me up."
seized his feet and pushed them up
with all my might. In another minute
he scrambled through and dropped into
the hall.
He opened the door. "Come inside
Close the door and wait for me. If any
! of these men are here and fall, fly.
All will then be lost. Save your own
1ife."
He darted upstairs and for a few mo-
ments all was silent. Then heard =
crash, as though of q door burst In
This was followed by the soft, joyful
cry of woman, and presently two hg-
ures ran down the stairs. opened the
door, and the three of us darted out. I
closed the door softly behind. Crane
led us across the road back and we set
off at quick pace through the fog in
| unbrolxen silence.
When we were clear of the square,
Crane stopped, took the girl in his
arms, and crying: THANK God! my
1 Aggie!" burst into tears.
| The instinct which had guided Crane
infallibly earlier in the day now failed
| him, and we lost our way hopelessly;
but we did not care. 1t was five o'clock
when the three of us got to Weldon's.
The lovers spent that evening in the
drawing-room, and saw little of them.
The peril of Mrs. Folgate's position
made absolute secrecy still imperative.
Next morning met Crane at break
fast. He said there was no use in try
ing to thank me for himself or Miss
Folgate, whom Mrs. Weldon had for
hidden to leave her room, IS she was