Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1898-03-03
guise myself If anyone would meet us. !"


Well. here is my handbag, my darling
We must hurry l am all a-tremble,'
gasped Susan.
$50 am l." cooed the burglar, which
was no lie, for being privileged unex-
pectedly 10 elope with an unknown
woman was an exciting transaction,
"What all have you in this satchel,
sweetheart" be asked, in loud whis-
per; "it's ALFRED heavy!"
"Yes, put in everything / could
Il can't tell you what ALL" buzzed Su-
sans whisper in the darkness, as she
climbed out upon the ladder. II made
separate package of my silyerware-
the spoons and knives and forks and
butter-dish and creamer-for If father
Is mad and won't take us back we'll
have that much to commence with, any
way"
"You are a darlingl you are lulu!"
exclaimed the burglar, in transport
of joy.
"S-h-h-h! don't speak out loudl"
gasped Susan. How funny your voice
sounds, Toni"
Eyes, I've got it disguised, too, wbis-
pered Burglar Ben. We've got to be
awful careful, sweetheart. you know.
Say, you didn't forget your pocketbook,
darling?"
''No, that's in the bottom of the bag"
I'm glad of that, for | didn't get
rear as much money out Of the govern
or as thought should. How much
have you got?"
They were now on the ground in the
darkness among the shrubbery. six
ty-six dollars" whispered sweet Susan.
"You are a peachl" gurgled Burglar
Ben, enthusiastically. BETTER let me
carry IL for you, dearest; we mightpos-
sibly lose the valise, you knowl"
"Yes, of course you can take ii, Tom,
and use it II you need it, too. but II
we open the handbag here in the dark
we'll surely lose some of my things
out. Wait till we get on the train, dar-
ling" whispered Susan.
All this time Tom Trotter lay on his
back rhythnically snoring at the cell
ing in the second story of the Trotter
home. four blocks away. That an
avenging nightmare, or something
more demoniac, did not seize and
strangle him is but one more illustra-
tion of the mysterious passiyity and
of nature often displayed
at one point while the most moment
Gus matters are in process of accom-
plishment at another. Surely if there
is any truth in the theory of soul-com-
munion Tom should have awakened
and rushed to the rescue of his LADY,
love, but the fidelity of this chronicle
permits nothing OF the sort to be re-
corded; Tom snored on until break of
day.
However, Susan's peril, for the mo-
ment at least, seemed anything but
serious, since her delightful burglar
was as tender and SOLICITORS as any
one, save Tom. could have wished. As
proof of this l have to state that they
had no more than passed through the
gate when they paused, and in the
midst of the pause Susan again
her SORROW that he had
thought it necessary to eat onions. at
spoiled the flavor of-of everything"
she said; "but she did like the mus
ache, and hoped he would cultivate
one of his own as soon as possible"
81 will, my darling" cooed Burglar
Ben; at shall be world beater! Say
you didn't forget your jewelry, did you?
The diamond ring and-and the"
''Oh, you silly thingi how could
forget those?" came Susan's painting
'Where did the dear ducksy put her
5rinkets? In the valise, of course" He
lad that in his hand, and was debating
I the present moment were not good
lime to bolt.
"Oh. dear no, not in thatl" gurgled
weet Susan.
you didn't put your diamonds in
iere with the swag-the silverware.
lid you?" murmured the solicitous
burglar.
''No, no." Uttered Susan, 81 can't |
ell you now-wait maybe after |
while" But she added nothing |
more. The darkness and fog mercifully |
overed her bushes.
"She.s hid the sparklers somewhere;
probably inside her Clothes" was the
mental comment of
Burglar Ben. He was silent a moment |
S he slowly picked his way down the
ark street. Lets see, your next birth
ay isis" he hesitated.
"Why, Tom, have you forgotten? It's
he 23d, of counsel"
"Oh, yes, certainly. How stupid l
M Then you will be just-just-"
Just 10. Amt you ashamed TO for
ct like that? you naughty. bad boy!"
nd she squeezed his arm affectionately.
I'm not used to this. never eloped
efore, and 1 guess I'm slightly rat-
ed" murmured the burglar with
laugh. Its fun, though"
e whispered, "and I'd like to elope
18th some-with you, sweetie, every