The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-06-13

land I hope. when the burglar begins to
cut our threats, he will take mine last"
am afraid poor MoXon passed a rather
restless night, and l know she afterwards
wondered that we could sleep so uncon-
cerned."
Mrs. Simpson made light of the bur
glar story when she met us in the morn
ing, probably anxious not to alarm us;
but l had the opportunity OF hearing the
adventure described by an eyewitness.
Not being a man, 1 can never sit on
jury, but with the experience OF my hotel
adventure in my memory, should always
be very cautious of crediting a witness
Identification of an individual whom he
has only seen for a moment under cir
cumstances of excitement
At the table next to ours in the coffee
room were seated three ladies, who were
afterwards Joined by the very young man
whose countenance l had had such fun
opportunity of studying on the previous
night. From their after conversation
gathered that the party We're acqualnt-
ances who had accidentally met at the
hotel though 1 fancy one OF the young
ladles-and her mOther-were anxious TO
ripen this acquaintance with the gentle
man into much closer connection. view
ed dispassionately, in the light of day,
| the hero of my adventure was a quiet
looking youth enough, though probably
more blest with money than brains. the
! ladies began plying him Wluh sympdthStlC
| inquiries about the burglar"
cav, yes; fact is, that l found the fel-
low in my shower-bath," responded khe
young man. Manager of hotel m les
| light of 1t, of course; says it must we
| been a practical joke, If 1t wasn't frpy
| fancy altogether; says that all the 17Ser
| doors were safe, porter in the hall, f'rfd
| all that, servants quite trustworthy sntllt
| 1 actually saw the fellow" al
And struggled with him." sighed o. VI
| the young ladies. ne Il
"Weu not exactly" admitted the n
with a candor for which I respecte.g nm
| you see he played such a shabby 4.5clr,
/ pulled the string of the shower-barn and
| devised me with cold water. Before
could get my breath he had bolted."
what was he like?" inquired one of the
| listeners. with deep interest; would you
| know him again?"
| "Wen 1 can hardly say. He was tall,
MISUNDERSTANDING fellow, with dark hair.
| l don't think he had a beard"-I GER
| tainly had not-"but 1 remember life
| preserver or a loaded stick in his hand.
l could swear to that"
Fannys black music portfolio. tied in
| a roll, had evidently caught his eye.
And the manager does not believe that
there was burglar at all?''
"Wel TO tell the truth, I don't think
| he does He's civil enough, but l am sure
1 fancies l fell asleep over the fire, woke
up thinking there was some one in the
| room, and pulled the string of the bath
myself In a furry. However, know what
| l saw"
/ dared not look at Fanny while this re-
| cital was i'm progress, but we did not be-
tray ourselves. The alarm gradually died
| down, and I fancy the manager succeeded
| in impressing his own view of the matter
on most of the hotel visitors; any way,
| no one was troubled by a second visit from
| the tail, ruffianly fellow with dark hair"
/ bore the burden of my secret until the
day before our departure, and then made
| a clean breast of 1t TO Mrs. Simpson,
| Fanny yielding a grudging consent.
You are so very silly. Agnes" she was
kind enough to remark, that If you don't
| tell Mrs. Simpson, you are pretty sure to
let it all out to Aunt Agatha, and then"
Mrs. Simpson looked little grave at first,
but ended in laughing at my confession.
"Alls well that ends WELL" she remark
ed, but ii might have proved awk-
ward predicament. am thankful you es-
| capped without being recognized. However,
| shall be careful about taking inexperi-
enced young ladies to hotels again; / ought
to have made sure that you knew the
| number of your room, and would be par
ticular about finding IL. Yes. my dear,
agree with Fanny, Il would not be well to
| tell aunt about this little adventure, 1t
would only worry her
"And make her worry u.s." said undutl-
| tul fanny. but MIS-. simpson sighed
| gravely.
All you girls don't understand; II might
| have proved no laughing matter"
So the mystery remained unexplain-
ed, and am afraid the poor young man
whose room l had invaded rested, In the
eyes OF the manager and the hotel guests,
under the unjust imputation OF having
"fanced" the presence OF stranger In
HIS bedroom, perhaps OF having INDUCED
this fancy after dining and drinking mot
wisely but too we'll"
Many years have hoated by since that
I eventful evening. Kind Mrs. Simpson and
| gentle Aunt Agatha are at rest under the
daisies. Fanny Is n grandmother and my
own life has not been an uneventful one.
am an old traveller and hotel habitue
now, but / never sojourn at one of these
places ana glance az the number Of my
bedroom door but think OF the "adven-
ture" which befell me IN my girihood. on
the occasion OF my first visit to an hotel.
| (rhe End