The Penn's Grove record., 1895-06-28

MES n k glyn.
VF IsYN just outside tn
WUU STu village, on the mai
tRSS1rI road ds-o
NTN did stand ten year
u ago-an old ston
house In the middle of a large garden
which was surrounded on all sides b,
q high wall, also Of stone. 1t was tn
pride of the owner, Miss Gwynne.
One night, in the EARLY spring Q
the year, there was to be a wedding
at Cad-y-Glyn-a wedding In humbl
life, but anticipated with great gle
by the invited guests, among whor
were Miss Gwynne's servants, til
goodman and his wife (who was ais
cook) and Viva, their daughter, EN-
ployed as o maid of-all-work.
Knowing the disappointment j
would be to them II they were denie,
the pleasure of attending the wedding
she had declined the coachman's ofa
to remain with her, blowing his wifi
and daughter to go, and ~1aughingl,
assured him that with her fathers gul
tor company she feared nothing.
Miss Gwynne retired at an earl,
hour, having locked up the house.
She lay for some time gain
through the window at the twinklinl
stars, lost in quiet retrospection.
will let Miss Gwynne tell the res
of the story in her own way, repeating
as well as / can from memory TIL
words as I heard them from her lip
ten years ago.
I cannot tell If I dozed or not, but
was conscious of the moon shining
dimly through the clouds, and I won
dered how long 1 had lain there
Reaching out for my watch, which lay
on the table, I was Mortified to fee
my wrist grasped and held by q firm
hand.
To say I was frightened would b,
less correct than to say I was astound
ed, for I have always besn o woman o
steady nerve, and the present occasion
called for its use.
The moon had retired behind q
heavy curtain of clouds, and the moor
was in complete darkness, but from
the drapery at my bedside issued g
voice, and at the same time the
python-like grasp on my wrist relaxed.
81 beg to apologize, madame" said
this voice; IT have chosen o bungline
manner OF awakening you-foreign ia
my custom. Pardon me, and do NOT
be alarmed. I merely wish to relieve
you of any superhuous silver, jewelry
or bank notes you do not absolutely
need. But as the vandalism of break.
ing locks is out of my line, I will re-
quest you to arise and show me where
such things are kept"
By the time he had finished this
speech I was myself again.
Every well," said, 'T.nget up and
show you; but, o. it is embarrassing
to dress in your presence, will you
step out into the hall and close the
door while I put on my c%lothing?"
There. was a soft rustling OF the cur.
tains at the bedside, and the sound Of
footsteps on the carpet, and immedi-
ately ~afterward the door closed.
"Fiye minutes, madame, is all I can
give. you," remarked the burglar, as
he disappeared.
It took me latter lighting the can
dle1 two minutes to slip on q
arm skirt, and q blue flannel
wrapper over it; then, sticking
my feet into-a pair of down slippers,
I had still time to snatch a roll
of bills amounting TO one hundred
pounds, and pin them deity to the
lining of the canopy above my four.
post bed.
Then throwing open the door I stood
on the sillfaeing my visitor, and threw
the glare of the lighted candle full
upon him, as he lolled in q careless,
Easy attitude against the bannisters.
had been prepared for a burglar
but I had looked for one attired 40
cordiug to the traditions Of my ances.
tors. But here was a gsnflemanly;
mild-featured individual, such as j
should have expected to find filing the
position of o professor of Latin-per~
haps of t~heology--in Oxford Univer.
Sity.
There was no appearance of q jimmy,
or tools of any kind. Evidently here
was o type Of criminal with which his.
tory was unacquainted.
"Madaml he. exclaimed. bowina
With the grace OF q French courtier.
you are punctuality itself. And how
charming i-no hysterics-no distress.
Ing scenes. Allow me-" He took thu
candle from my hand, and holding il
aloft preceded mo down the great
oaken stairs, talking Auently all thu
but pansing at every other ste1
10 glance over his shoulder at me witt
p~olitenesa
81 wish to assure you" he remarked,
that ] am no ordinary house-breaker.
is with me q profession.
though not the ono Q Contest chosen
IoI me by my parenta ! saw, at an
sarly age, that I must either descend
% the level of the burglar, or raist
him to the level Of an srtist. Behold
ny dear lady. the result"
He stood at the foot Of the stairs and
up at me.
''Shallwe proceed TO the dining
,oom?" he asked sirily; 'sand, as ]
wish to give you no unnecessary trou-
bic, let me say that I do not dabble in
,lnte spoons; nothing but solid sil
Ter."
/ opened the old mahogany eide
BOARD in which Grifiths had, for years,
the family heirlooms at night.
md beheld my gentlemanly burglar
tow them, enc after another, in a ca.
'scious felt sack, which he carried IL
ID hand