The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1897-06-17

window, climbed up, and effected an
entrance.
My lady was at dinner, and as Jim
turned up jet of gas over the dressing
table, he had congratulated himself on
his adroitness.
Then had come sound of hurrying
footsteps, and quick as thought the gas
was lowered, and Jim hidden behind
the curtains. The nurse entered, carry
ing her little charge, the spoiled darling
of the house.
''Sleep with muvver," she had in
sisted, when being put to bed in her
own little cot, and to pacify her the
nurse had brought her thither.
Next, the little tyrant persisted
that her mother must put her into
bed, and in response to a message
from the nurse, Lady Harrington had
come hastily into the room.
The young mother looked anXiously
at the little flushed face.
"What is it, darling? Do you think
she is poorly, nurse?"
"No, my lady, only bit fractious,
and thought it best to humor her.
'Me wants 200 hear my pairs. -
Then had followed the repetition of the
favorite nursery prayer, "Gentle Jesus,
meek and miId," but it was the third
line, "Pity my simplicity" that had
struck the answering chord in the bur-
glars breast.
Where had he heard that before ?
Pity my simplicity! The words burnt
into his brain as he crawled close to
the window. He scarcely needed what
was passing in the room, as he grimly
wondered at this seeming familiarity
with child's prayer. Precious long
time since he had thought of a prayer,
not since his poor mOther-ah! now he
knew.
1t was the very prayer he used to say
to her as tiny boy, and he remem-
bered that he always stuck at that
particular line, because he could not
say "simplicity." How it all came
back! 1t was years and years since
But Lady Harrington was putting
her little daughter into bed.
"Good night, darling; make haste and
go to Sleep"
ight-night," murmured the child,
sleepily; then, "Oh, pretty, pretty!' and
the tiny hands were pulling at the
jewels that encircled her mothers
throat.
Lady Harrington unclasped the
necklace, and put it in the little girls
hand.
"There, Muriel shall have the pretty
thing, if only she will go to Sleep"
The mother then left the room,
charging the nurse to stay and take the
necklace from her when she had fallen
asleep. The nurse fingered until the
little girl was fast asleep, then looking
at the necklace still clasped tightly,
murmured:
'Poor little dear, she's overtired. 1
shan't disturb her to take the necklace %
Then she, too, left the room.
The coast was now clear for Slippery
Jim. He moved quickly towards the
safe wherein lay the famous Harring.
ton jewels.
With unusual celebrity he applied
his tools and forced the lock. The
heavy door swung back. Jim's eyes
glistened as he saw the numerous cases
packed within. He opened one after
another, and gloated on the rare gems
within.
What haul! Enough to set the
whole gang up for life. Just then a
slight sound made him start. He
looked round quickly. No, the little
girl was still asleep. He began to pack
the cases in his capacious bag, when
another sound made him pause in his
work.
"Hang the childw he thought, an
grily, as he crept towards the bed.
Though she had thrown the clothes
back little, she was sleeping sOundly
Something glittered in her hand.
It was the necklace, and much toe
valuable to be left. He tried to I'm
clasp the rosy fingers that had