The Lehi banner. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1891-1917, 1898-08-09

I'm S,ad >pseeevle& in perSUadine hin
to sleep tn his dressing jacket. Those
nasty irAweaaa colds need care, and
Tn so apt n uncover him in reaching
over - baby. I'll slip into the next
room myself"
Thus soliloquizing she quietly got ont
of bed--for where baby came in fear
dew out--pushed the turned back bed
clothes gently against her husbands
back so that he would not miss her. |
and proceeded to feel for tie matches.
The little receptacle at the bed head
was empty. Not match. oh, dear,
dear, why viii Maurice insist upon turn
ing the gas off at the meter, especially
when the baby is unwell?'' she sighed,
as she slipped into her dressing gown.
which fortunately was hanging on the
brass knob at the foot of the bed.
Slippers she could not find. Nil des-
perandum. She knew to a foot where
the wrap was. or at least she thought
she did, and she would know it the mo-
ment she laid finger on it. The lit
tie cherub in the cot coughed in a chok-
ing manner. Light or no light the wrap
must be found, and, without further
delay, the little mother walked ginger
ly into the next room.
No one could fail to find the wardrobe,
as it was the first article of furniture
encountered on entering the room
When it's door opened il was possible to
view ones self from the bedroom door,
for it consisted of three-quarter length
mirror in which Mrs. Green was wont
to inspect the hang" of her latest cos
tune.
'I'm almost sure it's in the dressing
table drawer" unused Mrs. Green, grow
ing accustomed to the darkness, and as
sisted by suspicion of moonlight that
shed pale, uncertain light both
through the skylight on the landing
and the window opposite the wardrobe
Acting upon this, though she ignored
the wardrobe for the present, she crossed
the room TO the dressing table, and,
after sundry clickings of little brass
handles, and tentative pulls at wrong
drawers, at last opened the right one,
but failed to feel the wrap.
1T must be in the wardrobe after all, v
she thought, and. accordingly, closed
the drawer with some noise, tripped
across the dark room, opened the ward
robe door with some difficulty, and
buried herself in its spacious recesses
Maurice was a heavy sleeper, and
!. consequently, apt TO be bit bemud
died on first awakening-more especial
; ly in the dark. On this particular night
after apparently dreaming for full
fortnight of excursions and alarums,
he awoke with violent start. The
room. to him, was pitch dark. There
was not even the suspicion of moonlight
on this side of the house. Besides, the
, blinds were down. He sat up, ever,
nerve and sinew taut now. He wa'
fully awake.
. by jingo," he breathed, and he fel
! the cold sweat start to his brow, Ssh,
= was right. They've comel" He pu
r out his hand to wake his wife. He fel
[ her form under the bullying bed clothe
at his side. He could hear tn
baby breathing huskily. There wa
b. only one other person in that house un
e accounted for. That was the littl
4 servant maid. But why should she b
4 trying drawers in the spare bedroom
Y No, they had come after all. Mrs. Gree
I was right, II was burglars.
Maurice withdrew his hand, whic
!. rested on the hillock by his side, wit
4 the thought: "I'll not waken her, poo
soul. She'd be scared to death. T.
a know the worst first" So thinking, an
c with a sort of infatuation-which wa
t perhaps bravery-to get a glimpse c
n the marauder, he stole out of bed, but
G toned up his dressing jacket, took tn
8 little bedside chair by the back, anC
{ thus armed, his heart beating like
Y mutfled drum, stealthily turned tn
n corner between the two rooms.
r A faint light came through the LAND
, ing skylight. Heavens! the villain wa
at the other end OF the room, right OF
. posite the door. What he was doin
: he could not make out, for he locke
like man seen through mist. TIL