Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1896-12-07

He threw the rope ladder gently in
the mir, and at the first effort it caught
the projecting nail.
Once on board the lugger, quoted
Mr.. Apps, facetiously, as he mounted
the rope ladder, "'and the girl is
mine
He opened the window very gently
and soon stood inside the dressing
room. Near the table in the corner
of the room was an iron safe.
"Well, I'm jiggered!" exclaimed
Mr.. Apps. He loosened the flaps of
his fur cap and mopped his brow with
the back of his hand. "Well, I'm Jig
gered If they 'aven't been and left
lhe key in for me. might have sived
myself n lot of trouble if I'd n
knowed."
Mr.. Apps swung open the heavy
door of the safe aud listened to the
music downstairs. Young Lady Staple
hurst was giving las Mr.. Apps very
we'll knew a dance, fancy dress
dance, on her return from the Cont.
nent, after her term of widowhood.
"pll jest see, first of ALL" he said,
"that the coast is abslootly clear, and
then-then for bagful."s
Mr.. Henry Apps stepped out into
the broad passage. He slouched, with
his Jenny sticking out of his capa-
cious side pocket, few steps toward
the stairs. Suddenly girlish figure
turned the corner.
"C.eas my art !" cried Mr. Apps.
"Why how do you do?" said the
young lady, stepping forward. She
gave soft laugh that was very pleas
ant "Ihis is really delightful. Do
you know, l recognized you at once,
in spite of the costume"
She held the hand of Mr.. Apps for
moment, causing that gentleman to
gasp for breath, and called one of the
maids.
"Just bring me pencil and a card"
she said. 81 must arrange for car
riage to take Captain Norman back TO
his hotel in the morning. wasn't
sure that he would come"
81 can walk, " remarked Mr.. Apps,
with restored self possession.
"I won't hear of it. When shall we
say, now?"
"Say in an hours time," said Mr..
Apps. 81 can so upstairs again alone,
change my togs, and do all want to. {"
"And can't you stay longer?"
She gave the card to the maid, and
ordered it to be despatched at once.
'l've got a busy night before me, "
urged Mr.. Apps excusingly. He
thought of his dog waiting on the
lawn, and feared it might give an in.
opportune bark. Besides, the safe
was still open and the diamonds were
waiting for him. He had noticed with
satisfaction Lady Staplehurst was
wearing none.
"You were always an active man,
Captain"
"Always adding something" agreed
Mr.. Apps. ''lf it isn't one thing it's
another" He shook his head refec-
lively. 81 of'en wonder l don't write
book about it all"
81 don't believe you will know any
body here, Captain Norman" she said,
dS lhey Mhlhei uoWubtulTt, 'Dub
couldn't help sending you card, see,
ing how friendly We were on the
Peshawur. Do you remember those
evenings on deck in the Red Sea?'
She was really very fine young
woman, and in her costume she looked
extremely well.
'Do not?" said Mr.. Apps, will
much .fervor. "Shall 1 ever forge
EN-"
"And then the journey from Brin
disi, you know; and that funny littl,
German-you remember him?"
"He was knock out, that German
was"
"And the girl who played the banjo
and"
"It was great" agreed Mr.. Apps
"great."
The large ballroom was very full.
small covey of brightly dressed younI
people flew toward the young hostes
to complain of her temporary absenc
from the room and broad-shouldere
Gondolier shook hands with her an
took up her card with something of a.
air proprietorship.