The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1896-02-29

/ OIL his W1Ie s dressing room open. i
might find a ladder in such place,
and when I got in should find the
jewels in such a place and some loose
bank notes in such a place, and / was
to leave my thirty dollars for her un-
der the carpet at the right edge of the
bureau. And if any of the other SER
wants caught me, why, so much the
worse for me, and if they did not, so
much the worse for them. She shook
hands pleasantly and went off toward
Elm villa. .5: 7. \.
I felt inclined to shake hands my
self, too. knew that there was a
good fifty thousand dollars worth Of
jewelry alone, Ct I could only get q
quiet quarter Of an hour there.
''4ou may believe me when I say I
was there that evening to the minute.
Just as I neared the mansion had
nasty feeling that the maid might
have given me away. You can never
be sure Of women. But when I saw
the window Of Mrs. Winthrop's dress
ing room open and found the ladder
and everything ready, I knew it was
all right. #
"She's girl after my own heart"
l said to myself, when I got into the
room, "and I'll be after hers when it's
all over. -, - s.t
Its risky work, you know. No mat
ter how easy things are you always
have a queer sort of nervousness I'M
less you're drunk and then, Of course,
you're liable to make mistakes. None
Of the servants were about; they
might have been dead for all the
trouble they gave me, y. +. +s.a .+
II don't think I ever had quite such
an easy job in all my life.
'"This," 1 said to myself, "this is bet
ter than your hard work any day.
Honesty may be the best policy, but
what do you make out of it? Eth? Do
you make hauls of sackfuls Of jewelry
and money by honesty? Do you make
enough in ten minutes to keep you
for years by honesty? No." I said to
myself Il had got the sack nearly fulD
IF you want to get on in life, if you,
want to have a nice little income and
a life of happiness, have a turn at
There was swish of skirts near.
the bed. turned my lantern on the
place, my heart in my mouth, my re-
volver in my hand. I can tell you I
was pleased to see that it was only
my girl I dropped my revolver back
into my pocket. She was smartly
dressed and looked quite the lady,
"'Got everything, mister:' she in
quired. Got verything? ~.
"'Well, not absolutely everything
I whispered; but as much as 1 can
carry. I'm just off, -. 49,.
"'Have you put my thirty dollars
under the carpet at the right side Of
the bureau? she asked. 49,
"She had a head for business, that
girl.
Reckon I'll take them now,' she
said, calmly holding out her hand,
guessed you'd go and forget
II counted out the money and hand
ed it. over, and shouldered my bag.
"Good-by, MISS" I whispers. "See
each other again soon, hope"
I lawful good of you to say that
| she said. I feel as though l can't let
you go now Her hand went to the
side of the wall. We're getting on so
sociable, and pleasant, and friendly
like :t,- a..
II can't tell you how it made me feel
| when heard her talk like that.
would have proposed to that girl on
the spot if hadn't been so busy. Only
there's a time and a place for every
thing, l always say, and just then
! wasn't the time to go canoodling about
with girls. ~ IT.. ~. ~.
II went to her to give her a kiss and
good-by. She gave a little scream.
"'Stop* she cried. Stop mister, or
| you're a dead mani i ... U s
"She leveled a shining little pocket
pistol at my head, the other hand still
pressed against the wall. There was
a sound Of hurried footsteps on the
landing; the door opened, and a mus
cular young fellow in evening dress
rushed in. He was followed by sew
eral servants.
z1" My dearest Deborah, he cried
Then he sprang upon me and near
" choked me. ID.
"ss'Here, let CO. I screamed. Where's
Mrs. Winthrop? Where's Mrs. Win
| throp? Let me go, can't We! I want
to tell her something. I want to tell
her all about that beauty Of a lady's
maid there. She's got my sixty dol
lars :s
And she just means to keep it,
she answered, laughing. It'll make a
good start for my village library
scheme She turned to Mr.. Winthrop.
| Nov you see, Gerald, how Elm villa
is protected 81,
My dearest said Mr.. Winthrop,
| you're quite right. You shall make
Your own arrangements now
s She spoke to one Of the fc6tmcn.
Give him a good sousina Barker,
/ with the garden hose, and let him
| slide. 5:f
Certainly, sir. Now then, my man,
/ this way sss q 3
n s And they took me, and, as I'm a
living sinner, they dlcked me. I had
a nasty cold in my head, 7 did, for
years after. :
Awful Predi cam emit
obody understands me, he moan
ed. He tore his hair in his agony.
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