Warren sheaf., 1894-01-04

pulled the bell rope convulsively again
and again, and then sank in q most un-
womanly heap on the floor.
In few moments several of the
servants came rushing breathlessly to
the library, and the first, Mrs Nor
cross own maid, gasped:
''Mr. Norcross, are you i'll? What is
it? Q, mercy! are you killed? Why, it
isn't Mr.. Norcross. o, it's burglar!'
and the frightened Abigail threw her.
self into the arms of the butler.
Lefty, you stupid: It's Mrs.
Norcross. There was a burglar here,
and put on Mr.. Norcross' clothes and
scared him away. He's gone, now, and
I'm SO frightened. l don't see where
Mr.. Norcross is; do believe that hor-
rid wretch has murdered him, oh hi"
and she su bsided into flood of tears
In the midst of this babel there came
a violent ringing Of the bell and one of
the servants admitted Mr.. Norcross,
who, striding into the library. ex.
claimed angrily:
"What the devil does all this confu.
sion mean? and who confronting the
disheveled but beautiful youth who
had sprung to his feet) are you who
presume to guard my wife's where
abouts? And where is she? What
why-Helen! you-in that rig!'
20, Jack-Jacls! thought you'd
never come Do send them all away
and I'll tell you all about it."
Left to themselves, Helen related,
with many sobs, the events of the even-
ing.
''My dearest" began Mr.. Norcross,
with an odd twinkle in his eyes, when
she had finished, 81 hate to spoil
your story, and you were certainly
very brave, and such striking man as
you would make, too-don't blush, my
love--except that your hair has tum.
bled down. you look very manly.
"But-that terrible burglar was
my cousin, Arthur Wellertonv'
''Jack!''
"And he is noted among the ladies as
having the most beautiful, lovable and
kindly gray eyes"
"O!"
eyes, let me explain. You know he
has lately been taken into the firm, and
we were going over the books this even.
ing. AS it grew late thought would
make night of it and not come home.
So sent Arthur up to the house to get
file of accounts aud tell you Of my de-
cision. =
''Well, Arthur. hadn't been gone long
when discovered had given him the
wrong latch key, and started after him,
for knew he couldn't get in.
"He must have been gone longer
than I thought for l met him on the
way back. He told me how he got in
and then hesitated.
Jack, old boy he said, I don't
know what to think Of it all, nor what
to tell you, but just as ! was closing
your desk, man, a deucedly handsome
young fellow, appeared in the door and
ordered me out. asked for your wife
and he grandly informed me that she
was not at home. Never saw the. fell
low before, but knew it was a lie, old
fellow, fol. I swear I heard the swish Of
a ,woman's dress on. the stairs as I
stepped into the. dining-roonl'
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feelings at this intelligence. Who the
deuce was this handsome young fellow
who made such startling assertions
rushed home and the rest you know =
20 Jack" cried Helen, in an agony Of
modification, "Jack. how: can ever
look him in the face! o what ansidiot I
am! o dear, dear, dear! Jack, did he tell
you about the revolver--he did? o. +
There, there, don't cry, you little
goose Arthur will think you are the
bravest little woman in the world-as ]
do-and he thought you were such a
handsome youth: "ss5s !. .s SIS.
s:.''lt was all that stupid novel. /
shouldn't have been so nervous II u
hadn't been reading about burglars.
And, really, your cousin or my bur
glars the handsomest man ever
.saw-for blondei' Boston Globe =
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