The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-02-27

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The man was tall and wore black
mask, He must be the same one who
had visited Mr., Dulano and Arthur the
right before. Perhaps it was Arthur.
At the thought of her lover the blood
went coursing through her body ana to
her establishment, she found that she
was calm.
Are you awaken" the burglar whis-
pered, and his voice sounded strangely
familiar
Yes" she said family
Then get up. Don't be afraid. | am
not going to harm you. I only want
the family jewels. Take me 20 where
they are kept" he whispered again.
At the sound of that voice the last
Vestige of fear left her indignation
and outraged feeling smothered every
other emotion in her heart. She would
prove this lover of hers. Without a
moments hesitation she arose from her
| bed, glanced indifferently at the glitter
ing barrel of the revolver in the bur
glars hand, and walked over to the Ia
bic, where she lit her little emergency
| lamp.
Follow me; L am at your mercy, but
I trust you as gentleman even though
you are a burglar" she said in frigid
tones.
Then she led the way through the cor
ridor and down the back stairway to
the laundry and cellars. Blanche, in
her indignation, knew not that the
granitoid floor was cold beneath her lit
tie bare feet. When she had almost
reached the wine cellar she remembered
that the key was on her fathers key
ring, and was probably at that time in
Chicago. An idea struck her.
Here; you hold the lamp While l
climb up and get the key" she said, in
dicating a niche in the wall. The mans
eyes followed her glance, and he was
lost AS quick as thought she blew out
the lamp, hurled it in resounding frag-
ments on the floor and sprang upon the
burglar like tiger. The revolver was
hers without a struggle, and the man
was her prisoner.
Are you Arthur Forrest? Speak or
I'll blow your brains Quit" she cried.
MY God, spare me, Blanche! I'm
Arthur" the man whispered.
She covered him with the revolver
while she backed across the laundry
When she had gained the stairs she
bolted the door securely and fled trem-
blingly to the hall above. At the libra
ry door she halted, and a low cry es-
capped her lips as she caught sight OF
another man in the open window
Blanche, my darling, are you safe?
Arthur Forrest CRIED as he beheld hel
Whiterobed figure.
How did you escape? l thought the
outer door was locked she said, as she
repealed his touch.
''Escape!" the young man cried in as
constituent. II have been following
him since midnight. One of my men
who was left here to guard the house
tells me that he entered this window
ten minutes ago. The fellow was afrait
to follow alone. / have tracked hin
from Broadway and twice he evadeC
me. Where is he, darling
'Who-who is it you are looking for"
the girl gasped .
wallace Dulano. The officers arr
here to arrest him. Is he still in The
house," Arthur asked, eagerly.
There is no way of escape except VI
the pantry stairs Blanche replied.
Then, while Arthur let the officers in
she slipped away to her room ant
donned her dressing gown and slippers
In a few minutes she joined her flame,
in the reception hall. The gas wa
burning brightly now and she coulc
hear the heavy tread of men as the,
took their prisoner from her impromptl
Jail.
you are a brave little woman" Ar
thur said, fondly, as he led her to a di
van.
mo, / am a miserable coward; but
am proud woman, and when a woman
thinks she has been wronged fire ant
storm cannot stop her." Blanche said
humbly.
What do you mean by that dear
est?" the lover asked
"Oh, Arthur, he lied to me and I be
) lieved him. He told me that you wer
the burglar and 1 thought you wer
using even my love to further your owl
wicked ends. That is why I had cour
age to walk down stairs at the end of
revolver. Can you ever forgive me TO
clerishing such an ignoble thought?
she cried as she buried her face on hi
d. breast
yes, my darling" the young ma
said, tenderly. But I have stole
something that is of infinitely NOR
value than your plate and jewels.
have stolen this noble heart, and 1 ar
willing to admit that | am a bold, ba
burglar. Ottawa Free Press.
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