Connecticut western news., 1897-12-02

Will you pull him through?"

Will you pull him through?'
 II can't say yet, :" answered. Ask me tomorrow morning. What time did you relieve Miss Clinton?"
 At 8 o'clock. She didn't like to go away, but I insisted on her having rest. I can't help thinking that Miss Clinton takes something of personal interest in the case, said the day nurse Have you read the mornings paper?"
 "Not yet. Is there anything in it?' She produced Sunday paper and pointed to paragraph headed Daring Attempted Burglary" The burglars had entered window on the first floor by means oi 8 ladder, but they were disturbed at their work and had been forced to escape hurriedly, leaving the booty behind them. It struck me at once that in all probability Bill was one of the burglars In making his escape he had no doubt fallen from the ladder
 But there was another feature in the case which was more striking still The owner of the house which had been en- tered was named Clinton.
 On first seeing the sick man Miss Clinton had lost her composure to an extent that surprised me. What was the link that bound these three people to- gether-a wealthy city merchant a young lady devoting herself to work among the poor and broken down ex-convict lying sick, perhaps dying, in an east end slum?
 On returning to his bedside at 5 o'clock in the afternoon I found Miss Clinton was again on duty. She was quite calm and self possessed and with out trace of nervous excitement
 The progress which had been shown in the morning was all lost and 8 change had set in for the worse A brief examination told me that he was in state of collapse, which was the one thing I dreaded Within few hours he would be dead man.
 "When will it be?'' she said in steady voice
 Before midnight" I answered Would you like me to stay with you, or shall 1 ask Miss Shepherd to send somebody in your placer"
 "I will watch alone.
 Are you a relative of the Mir. Clin- ton whose house was entered Saturday morning?" asked, leading her to the window
 "He is my uncle, >" she said.
 "And who is Bill?" asked.
 He is my brother.
 She spoke in the same steady voice.
 He went wrong as boy of 19," she continued My uncle might have saved him, but refused to. That is why have taken up nursing. knew he had sunk, but didn't know he had come to this I hoped might find him if mixed with the poor. ]"
 In one little matter was able to save her some pain
 At the door I met an officer in plain clothes whom knew by sight
 "I'm after man for the Forest Gate robbery. hear he is in this house"
 ''He is up stairs, said, ''but you are too late. He is dying" The detect i've hesitated
 "I give you my word as physician that he will be dead before midnight If you arrest him, he will certainly die on the road to the station. Do you know his real name?' asked.
 The detective looked at me sharply.
 "No; what is it?''
 William Clinton, a nephew of the man he tried to rob. At the present mo- ment his sister is watching by his bed. !" The officer made a note of it in his book.
 'I shall have to keep an eye on him, doctor" he said kindly, ''but you may depend I sha'n't interfere, for the sake of the young lady" And so William Clinton passed through the gate of life in peace. An swerS.