The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-11-29

With momentary absurd hope that
1t might be the bag which had just
been stolen from him, Llewellyn
stopped down, picked it up, and was
about to examine it in the light from
the dining-room window, when there
suddenly broke upon his ear the
sounds Of human voices within the
house.
And first of all he heard the voice OF
the girl who had robbed him. She was
sobbing, and crying in a voice full of
distress:
"Oh! papa, papa, l had to shoot him,
and I'm SO afraid hurt him! / couldn't
help liking him all the time, and oh! il
was dreadful, DREADFUL And now I've
got his bag I want you to find him, and
do all you can for him, if he is really
hurt!"
George Llewellyn did not wait to
hear more; he put his hand on the
window-sill, and vaulted into the room.
The relief he felt ON discovering that
he had now man to deal with was SO
great that, disregarding the fact that
he was wounded, and that the blood
WAS trickling down through his sleeve,
he raised his revolver and turned to
the newcomer. ftI
The young girl screamed and threw
her arms round her fathers neck.
But before another word was spoken,
George Llewellyn's arm had dropped
to his side, and he stood staring in be-
wilderment, first at the old man, and
then at his daughter.
For if he had doubted the possibility
that the beautiful, smiling girl could
be an accomplice of thieves, how could
he hnrbor suspicion about the stout
elderly gentleman, with the gold
spectacles and the stamp of British re-
spectability on every homely feature?
"Why, who are you? What-w-w-
what"
The word died away upon his lips, as
the elderly gentleman, starting and
staring at him in his turn, suddenly ex.
claimed:
Little Georgia! Henry Llewellyn's
son, by all that's marvellous! Why
why, what's this? George Llewellyn,
little George turned thief Why, what
does it mean?"
George had by this time grown ac.
pustomed to the sudden change from
the darkness outside to the light of the
room, and he staggered in amazement
against the table.
"Doctor-Dr. Lower he exclaimed
hoarsely. "Was twas ityour daugh
ter that took my bag and-and shot
me?"
70 There was a moments pause, during
which the girl, with a cry, and look
of horror, sank down into a chair, with
a deadly white face.
The doctor took off his glasses an6
wiped them.
"There has been some mistake, some
desperate blunderl" said he, decidedly
NWhat were you doing in this part o.
the world?"
Coming to see you," replied Lie
wellyn, promptly. II was to have
crossed to Calais tonight, with some
securities which was taking for oul
Hrm to Paris. Finding that the boat
couldn'tcross,I i thought would find yor
out and ask you to give me nights
shelter. lost my way, and"
He was interrupted at this point by G
moan Of distress from the young girl
who burst into tears and hid her face
in her hands.
The doctor, who was by this time ex
hmining Llewellyn's arm, to see the ex
tent Of the harm done, smiled rather
grimly into the young fellows face.
my stropg-minded daughter ha'
brought herself into nice mess thi
time" said he.
The girl herself sprang up at thes'
words and ran to the door. M
"Is he--have lis he-badly hurt?
shc jerked out between her sobs.
well, he won't die of it," answeret
tho doctor, with twinkle in his eye.
George was SO much excited and re
lieved by the discovery he had jus
made that he answered in a tone whicl
showed him to be in the best of spirits
Its nothing ut all; it's rler
scratch, Miss Lowe. Please don't maxi
yourself unhappy" "-------.-.- ------.-