The Winslow mail., 1899-07-13
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| Miss Dora Sezato,1e "a bundle y kick
| ing struggling bundle.
Silently, swiftly he descended. The
ladder was removed, the red light of
the lantern eXtinguished. We felt the
two coming toward us in the darkness.
| My heart beat up into my throat. my
| knees shook, but L clutched the black
thorn cudgel.
"Now." cried Hargreaves.
We sprang out. Each hN-led himself
on his man, seizing him by the throat,
and hung on.
| The shock of the attack was irresist-
ihle. With scarcely a sound, scarcely
even scuttle, we forced the fellows
down. Tightening my grip
If they struggle" | cried to an
imaginary comrade in the darkness;
IF they struggle, fre.''
| L gagged my man. bound his unre-
slstlng hands, turned on the lantern
and staggered back in utter amaze
ment.
"Graham!" | cried. "Graham!"
"Dagmore!" calculated Hargreaves.
tom Dagmore. by the powers."
Hargreaves and | stared at one an
other. The burglars lay and glared
at us, gagged and helpless. The mys-
terious bundle struggled and plunged
about our feet. Over all loomed the
shadow of the old hall, wrapped in 81
| lent darkness.
| Then Hargreaves began to laugh. He
rolled about the drive in speeches. ag-
ony, stuffing his handkerchief into his
mouth and .gurgling. 1 subsidized on the
ground in silent convulsions.
No wonder. Graham and Dagmore,
undergraduates of All Souls, ONbridge,
breaking into the house of highly re-
spectacle country squire to steal-ah,
yes! to steal what?
| l jumped up, seized the bundle, and
released-a small toy terrier, with,a blue
ribbon round its neck and gag stuffed
| into its mouth
1t was ineXpicable, it was mysteri-
ous, it was the best thing we had been
in for months. With a simultaneous
impulse we unbound the ruf1ians.
| They gazed at each other ruefully, then
| at us, and once more laughter rendered
| us ali SpGecnleSS.
''Come out of this" whispered, pres
emily, ''we shall have the household
down on u.s.
We crept down the drive. 1 hardly
dared breathe till we were outside the
gates.
"Now then" 1 said to Graham, Eek
plain
"Oh, after you, sir said Graham
latter you!"
"Yes," echoed Dagmore, what the
dickens are you doing in this affair?"
told them. Having stood what we
considered legitimate amount of
chaff, we put a stop to it, and bade
them sire away"
'"The fact is,'' said Graham, Dag
more is in love; it's Miss Dora Seaton."
Every interesting" l remarked, ''but
it hardly seemed to account for his
stealing her dog"
'Oh!" said Ora aham, ''I'm coming to
that. Dora walks on Lyncaster pier
daily after tea. So does the dog. So,
for the fortnight we have been down
here, have Dagmore and /. Dagmore
have tried every dodge we know to
get an introduction. No go. Fair
means failing, we tried foul
l stared.
eve are due at Oxbridge next week,
you know. Dagmore is getting fran
| tic.
'At last he hit on brilliant idea.
Dora is devoted to the dog. 1t occurred
to him how convenient it would be
il the little beast would get itself lost
or stolen, and we could find and re-
store it to her AS this did net seem
likely to happen, we decided, as you
see, to steal it ourselves. Tomorrow
there will be a hue and cry all over
| Lyncaster-posters up, rewards Of
| fered, Dora in despair, Dagmore scour-
ing the country for the dog-restora
Observation-Disclosures gratitude bliss!"
"Well, of all the romantic, daredevil
young fools!' L began.
But" broke in Hargreaves, chow
did you know where the dog was kept
at night? And how dare you risk it's
barking and rousing the HOUSEHOLDER
"Dagmore's landlady and the cook at
Seaton hall exchange weekly tea and
,, mullins. Which answers your first
question"
"And the second?"
Graham produced small phia1.
Chemistry" he said, pompously,
chemistry is most useful study. A
few drops of this liquid on lump Of
sugar sends a small dog to sleep for
six hours on end. The dose takes ef-
feet half an hour after administra-
ton. This afternoon Dora and the dog
walked on the pier as usual. So did
Dagmore and 1. Dora engaged in ami
able converse with an old fisherman,
while the little dog ate lump of sugar
lying temptingly under one of the
seats. On the road home he probably
lay down and slumbered and has slum-
bered ever since on the mat at his mis-
tress' door-in my arms On the land
ing-and awoke to find himself de-
scending a ladder tied up in a blanket
with a cloth stuffed into his mouth.
There" Graham finished. ''That's the
whole show
Hargreaves and I do not think much
of this tale. Mrs. Dora Dagmore says
it is the best she Knows Chicago
Times-Herald.
Not So Poor.
A coaching party was passing
through a bleak stretch Of New Hamp-