Passaic City record., 1893-09-09

Ow ter gft In, that's nit. rePHeu
Bill.
swat q mint, The servants all
sleeps in the h'east wing, right away
from Mr.. Wilford' sstudy. They goes
to bed h'early-he sits up till bloom
in late-past twelvein the study. Now
that ere winder's h'easy to git at.
We mounts, and if he fires or tries
any tricks we pots him = nothink
won't be 'eard; if we can best i'm
without anything o. that sort-well,
we will; but any'ow the loot's worth
h'any risk
ssShould rather think it was; and a
snowy night like this there amt no
chance o. meetin' no one, and the snow
blots out your footprints.
ssThat's it; but we shall have time
ter git drop er summit ter drink
afore startin'. Come on.
Teresa crouched down as the two
men passed the gate on their way to
the village inn. When they had van
ished in the darkness she rose erect,
her brain on fire, her heart throbbing
as if it would choke her. Maurice
Wilford to be robbed and murdered
And three miles of impossible roads
between him and the one creature who
could save him-the woman who loved
him lay, loved him with all her
strength! The roads impossible? No;
they could not be-should not be, to
her! Heaven would give her strength
to fight her way to Maurice's side.
The girl lost not a moment. Ii the
Logans knew of her mad enterprise
they would, of course, try to prevent
her. OF peril to herself she thought
nothing; she must reach the manor
before the burglars got there-that
was the one sense that possessed her.
She opened the gate and plunged
ankle deep in the snow. Every step
was labor, but she pushed bravely on,
her skirts and feet drenched. Some
times the snow came almost to her
knees. Once she thought she had lost
her way. Often she had to pause, her
breath failing her. Trembling, ex-
hausted, it almost seemed as if she
must give up and sink down and die
in the snow. But the thought of her
lovers peril gave her back her failing
strength.
She could see the house looming up
black before her. She pushed on,
painting, trembling. There was the
Light in the study window. She dared
not make any signal. She crept on,
reached door, and seizing the handle
of the bell, pulled it, even as she sank,
half -fainting, on the steps. Then there
was sound of shooting bolts, mo-
glare oflight, Maurice'svoice
in agony "Great heaven! Teresa!"
She was lifted in strong arms, she felt
a passionate kiss on her lips, and was
borne into lighted room and laid on
a sofa, and soon she was clinging about
her lovers neck, telling him in a fran
tic sort of way to fasten the window
ssthey' were coming that way to kill
and rob him.
Comprehending something of what
must have happened, Wilford sprang
to the window, rapidly closed and fas-
tened up the heavy shutters.
"Safe?" she whispered, family.
ssYes, yes, my darling!" Once more
he pressed his lips on hers.
'sForgivel" she whispered, clinging
10 him. ST have been so wicked-and
always eo7ed you'll know it to-
night
"Forgivel Oh, my love!' = The
strong man was quivering from head
to foot. "You gaveyour life for mine!
my soul-my dearest-F will try to
be calm !'-
"But I am happy now," she said,
nestling to him. "And you will give
me back the ring?"
Then, in broken words, but very
clearly, she told him what she had
overheard, and how she came to save
him.
'sGive me the ring now!" Teresa
when her lover was about
to leave her. 81 want to sleep with it
on my hand.
So he drew it out, and, kissing it,
placed it ON her finger. She smiled
radiantly as he folded her to his breast
again and laid his lips to hers. Then
he left her, bidding the housekeeper