The herald., 1896-05-24

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sence from home had not been noticed at
his house.
i've found out everything here that l
want to know" said Benjamin; "and I've
found it out very quickly and with very lit
tie trouble, thanks to you, Miss Warren.
It's q greas pleasure to be able to do business
with one, who has such intelligence and
sense. With an ordinary person. l would
have used up twice the time and wouldn't
have learned hall as much. You were just
going to Brooklyn as we came in. Doubtless
10 visit those same relatives. 1 may wish
to see you again about this matter. Have
you any objection to letting me know your
address,"
ono. thu slightest" she answered sweet
~. my relative Is Mrs. Marten, and she
lives at number 220 IL Hicks street, on the
heights"
She went to the door with us, and, when
back and saw her already tripping down the
street in the direction opposite to the one
we were taking.
When we had walked about two blocks
more. Benjamin suddenly stopped short and
exclaimed:
'Drat it all! I've forgotten my glasses.
Well have to COB back"
1 was not in the best of humors. My
teeth had been set on edge by the old man S
manner with Agnes Warren and, besides
| that, it didn't seem to me that we were
| accomplishing anything. 1 walked along
with my two companions in moody silence
II want to see that girl again." said Ben
jamin, chuckling to himself. THAT one
| with the freckles. She's SO freckled, thai
it's absolutely pleasure to look at her.
I was glad, at that moment. that 1 had
not been foolish enough to give the old fell
ow more than ten dollars. ..
Maria Flanagan let us in and Mr.. B. soon
found his glasses, lying upon the library
table. Where, l now think, he must have
purposely left them.
While he was wiping his spectacles and
adjusting them, he turned to the maid OF
al work.
"You, I suppose are Miss Maria Flana-
gan."
"Yis sor!' answered she, with an awk-
ward reverence.
We've had strange goings on. here, Ma
ria. M. McKeever gone away no one
pose you've heard Of it all but he was toe
good a man to have anything to do with
-"
That's just what I do be telling livery
wan. He robbing his own bank! it's not tt
be believed and he. for ough. we know, lying
dead this day. It's a sorry time. that il
| Is. and he that was the nice. raal gintle
man."
| II suppose you recollect that day wher
he was las. here. Maria! That "Wednesday
afternoon, when that man called and wen
to the bank with him.
"Winsday was it? and I was thinking il
was Chusday, but it may have been Wins
| day. Yis! / reminder the day; but I'm
thinking it was Chusday.'
what makes you think it was Tuesday
Maria?"
For the raison that we had divlled lob
ster that day; which same we have onl!
vance a week and on a Chusday."
What did Mr.. McKeever usually do afte
eating lunch, Maria?''
"Picked his teeth, sor.'
eyes, bu. after that. Didn't he ordinaril.
sit down by the fire and talk, or, perhaps
read something or o.her?''
1
trifle and read the papur."
what paper did he usually read:'
1.-The Post; which same I'm thinking
strang, name for papur. Twas fetched a
hal:-past two, livery day and, if it didn'
come, he was that vexed."
| do you recollect his reading the pape
that afternoon, Maria?"
| "That do, sor! But he hadn't been lonl
at it whin that tall foine looking fell,
came; so. 1 don't behave he half read it,
"Dir you go to the door, when that gen
tleman came?"
| II did not, sor! I was after going, whil
| the mistress called me back and whit her
SILT"
! "I'd like to see that paper that Mr. Nc
Keever was reading that Wednesday after
noon, Maria! Don't you usually save al
| the papers?"
"Yis They were all put by and kept
the attic; for the raison that the miste
wanted thin for reference; though II
thinking that if 1 wished mesilf for rifel
ence it's little good thin ould papur
would do me. The papur the mister wa
reading that day, I'd show we sor, only fo
the raison it was burned, bad luck to il
and it happened like this: Mr.. McKeeve
was just after having the house with tn
strange glntleman. and I was in here clan
ing up trif1e, whin saw the papur an
stopped moment to see what the lates
stoiles might be. Thin in comes Miss Ag
mes; which same couldn't abide that an
one should stand idle a minute; so she tell
me to mind my wurruk and takes the papu
and jams it up and sticks it in the foire
but. by this same token! was as good a