The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1898-01-13


We must hurry! l ana all a-tremble,"
gasped Susan.
80 am l." cooed the burglar, which
was no lie, for being privileged unex-
pectedly to elope with an unknown
woman was an exciting transaction.
What all have you in this satchel,
sweetheart" he asked, in loud wills
per; cts ALFRED heavy!"
eyes, 1 put in everything I could
I can't tell you what ALL" buzzed Su-
sans whisper in the darkness, as she
climbed out upon the ladder. Il made
a separate package of my silverware-
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 darling! you are LULU"
exclaimed the burglar, in a transport
of joy.
"S-h-h-h! don't speak out loud!"
gasped Susan. How funny your voice
sounds, Toni"
Eyes, I've got it disguised, too" whis-
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 I didn't get
rear as much money out of the govern
or as thought l 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 peach!" gurgled Burglar
Ben. enthusiastically. BETTER let me
carry it for you, dearest; we might pos
sibly lose the valise, you know"
Eyes, of course you can take it, Tom.
and use it if you need it, too, but if
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 rhythmically 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
strange him is but one more illustra-
ton of the mysterious passvity and
indifference 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 snoreA 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 solicitous as any
| one, save Tom. could have wished. As
| proof of this / have to state that they
mad no more than passed through the
gate when they paused, and in the
midst of the pause Susan again
expressed her SORROW that he had
thought it necessary to eat onions. II
spoiled the flavor of-of everything
she said; but she did like the mus
tache, and hoped he would cultivate
one of his own as soon as possible"
Il will, my darling" cooed Burglar
Ben; sit shall be a world beater! Say
you didn't forget your jewelry, did you
the diamond ring and-and the"
"Oh, you silly thing! how could
forget those?" came Susans painting
whisper.
where did the dear ducksy put hel
trinkets? In the valise, of course" He
had that in his hand, and was debating
| if the present moment were not goot
time to bolt.
''Oh, dear no, not in that" gurglet
sweet Susan.
You didn't put your diamonds il
here with the swag-the silverware
did you?" murmure1 the solicitor.
burglar
mo, no." Uttered Susan, Il cam
tell you now-wait - may,3e after
awhile But she added nothing
more. The darkness and fig mercifully
covered her bushes.
She's hid the sparhlers somewhere;
probably inside he7 Clothes" was thu
disappointed mental comment o,
Burglar Ben. BE was silent a momen
as he slowly picked his way down thu
dark street. Lets see, your next birth
day isis" he hesitated.
"Why, Tom. have you forgotten? IT.
the 23d, of course!'
"Oh yes, certainly. How stupid
am! Then you will be just-just-"
Just 10. Amt you ashamed to for
get like that? you naughty, bad boy
and she squeezed his arm affectonately
I'm not used to this never elopct
before, and | guess I'm slightly rat
tied" murmured the burglar with
smothered laugh. ITS fun, though,
he whispered. land I'd like to elop,
with some-with you, sweetie, ever,
night of my life."
"0h, my!" gasped sweet Susan, de
lightedly, and squeezing his arm again
shes only 49," unused Burglar Ben
''she must be daisy It's awful nice /,
have a sweet creature like this so font
of Teller! Plagued if amt beginnin:
to love her myself. Won't the Chicag,
gang screech when | tell them how
stole bride and all her traps. 1t Ger
tainly takes the cake. | wonder wher