The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-18
AN UNPRECEDENTED THEFT.

| only yesterday, and it's a long trip to
and from New York.
"Sit down. urged Mrs Spreadbrow
gently, land 1 will go and get the
I-wine''
When she returned the girl had quite
recovered and was sitting quietly at the
window smiling at the gambols OF the
puppy. She apoIogized for having
given way to her emotions, slipped her
wine and then rose again to go:
Thank you so much for your kind
ness, she said warmly, land goodby!
stop" exclaimed Mrs. Spreadbrow,
I've changed my mind about the book,
I'll take it"
You really need ito" with a percep-
tible Frightening of the eyes.
81 can't get on without a history for
Eddy. 1 never thought of Sports hav-
ing destroyed the one he had
When the necessary negotiations had
been concluded and the pretty book
agent had departed, Mrs. Spreadbrow
returned to her guest with many apollo
gies for her long absence and bubbling
over with the pathetic romance she had
woven from the materials furnished by
the young girls words and manner.
The two ladies talked over this and
similar instances, until they were both
in fearful state, and Mrs. Townley, to
turn the tide of feeling, proposed going
into the parlor and opening the nubbly
little package she had brought, and
which she said contained some trifles
for the children. This proposition was
hailed with joy by Mrs. Spreadbrow.
Mrs. Townley was in the act of unity
ing the last string, when she suddenly
bethought her of her Black Satchel in
which it was her custom TO carry her
purse, and which had been deposited
with her bonnet and parasol in chair
in the corner of the room. With the
precipitancy invariably displayed by
her sex at such junctures, she rose and
stepped over to get it. The parasol and
bonnet were on the chair, but not the
satchel.
Are you sure you didn't take it into
the library?" asked Mrs. Spreadbrow,
after the parlor had been searched.
II know 1 didn't" responded Mrs.
Townley, with tremulous irritation.
But of course we can look"
The satchel was not in the library,
the only room occupied by the ladies
since Mrs. Townlys arrival; nor did it
turn up anywhere in the house, which
with anxious inconsistency was search
ed from top to bottom. Mrs. Townley
had become very pale and Mrs. Spread
brow trembled with excitement and
chagrin.
80, this is dreadful she said at last.
must have been stolen. How much was
in the purse?''
"a hundred dollars" replied Mrs.
Townly ct brought it with me for
safety. But who-who? There has been
no one"
THE little book agentw gasped Mrs.
SpreadbroW. "She is the only person
who has been in the parlor beside my
self since you left it. Is it possible
" he-that that iunOPant-IO O<iOQ-
o, dearr'
But Mrs. Spreadbrow was woman
of action, albeit mild and gentle, and
she sprang to her feet fiercely clench-
ing her small soft fists. IN follow
herr she cried. Do you go one way,
Maria; 1 will go another and Della
and the children shall go in other di-
rections. o, we will run her down. The
little hypocrite."
In a few moments the house was
empty of occupants, barring the cook,
who stood with her elbows on the
fence and watched the departing search
party, and the black and white puppy,
who, in his foolish way, growled at and
worried something under the big will
low. With the hot August sun pouring
down upon their heads, the purSuerS
scurried from house to house, while,
with what Mrs. SDreadbrow termed
the intense cunning of thief" the
little book agent managed ever to elude
them. At last Mrs. Soreadbrow found
a maidservant who said she had seen
the girl enter the railway station, and
that if Mrs. SDreadbrow hurried, she
could overtake her before the arrival
of the train for ST George Station
ward the anxious lady sped, her heart
palpitating with hope, fear and indig-
nation, intermixed with a spice of I'M
certainty. What should she do if the
girl refused to give up the purse. All,
She knew; she would get on the train.
find q policeman at st. George and in
tercept her as she stepped on the boat.