The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1899-02-23
And be vosia keep bs sosd u BE- said "

ose Hiss. please.
Not one, cir,
oh, please.
Well, there. and che hisssd hsr finger
iips. threw them tovsrd bin aud ned.
Ths, uistt % Fred Peterson Icy 10 biz
bedroom, ,ossins TO end fro -isserish. 90
able to .lesr, striving si,h ell his Closing
faculties, 70 formuls,s plan by which
be eould obtain bis besr,s trsssare aud q
the same time live TO enjoy u, be -"
st.rilei by . light tsp oo shs siudos.
Hs listened iuten,Iy sDd tAs isp sss 70
ps.le - ,bi, time quite loed, He ro'e np
10 sitting posture spd listened again.
Some iime elapsed. then came short rep
or the pane. He eouldst b. uisssheu
nov. Some oos vss q ths window. Hs
srosr, procured bis revolver. and slipped
cautiously TO the window. TIE night sss
qaite dark. bu, his eyes vssos'y outlined
. figure outside.
who's on, th,rss What n vsn.sds
be called
You srs wanted, came back 10 mysteri
ous tones.
Who are your
Raise the window and see.
It's too dark TO see.
Then bear snd feel.
l fear it's . burglar.
The burglar doesn't want much.
What does the burglar wsnt2
Only you.
He raised the window end cautiously
thrushed out bis head
He couldn', see . face. but two sois,
warm lips accidentally ran sgsi-ss bis
own. Aud two arms that he thought hs
reoosniz ID, wert around bis neck all BY
sccidert.
Get on your tbiuss. darling. said
voice 10 tones siisotedly masculine. Come
Quick, dear, before your stern old father
hears .us. The cosst 10 clear, darling
but --hs, hal there 10 no time to lose.
Two gallant steeds await, iwpstiently. our
coming.
Oh. er Il lear hesitsted Fred.
True love fesrs nothing, spoke the one
on the outside, half appealing bali CON
msndiug. adding in hall serious, hall
lsua ching tones: Come, while yet the day
crouches under the eastern wall. while
20. upon Thy cruel fathers eyelids press
the lesden fingers Of deep sleep. Soon
the bird Of dswniog will begin to drive
the damp dark with bis long. high notes
Come. sweet creature. come away and
lets be one ire comes another day
Fred hesitsted no longer. but hastily
dressed aud bad soon crswled through
the window. landing 10 the srduous EN-
brace OF his nocturnal visitsnt.
A sof', warm palm embrsced bis anssrs,
and an eager, sweet voice SSH: Come.
this wAyl
| A few seconds liter. Mlor Tom Peter
500, suddenly awakening, heard . mtfdsd
volley OF hoois on the road. wondered
what it could near, then went bsot to
sleep again.
At about ten o'clock on the mornip of
the above strange episode Msj. Tom Peter
SON was sitting ont on bic versnds, clean
ing up bis trusty old riae he hsdh's
found out yet that bis son Fred wss not
10 his room. The latter. Of late. kept 20
reg ulsr hours, and the father didn's even
know whether the son had slept st
home. While quietly engaged wiping
the last ve.tise Of dirt from barrel and
hammer be casually cast bis eye down the
road. s;d behsld bis enemy by inherit
spce coming toward bic house st furious
stride. He LoS rose up snd assumed .
questioning attitude, N be hsd never had
. visit from Msj. Pitchtcrl. he saw the
latter vas white from some awful passion.
Up to the yard gate came Msj. Pitch
ford sad Dom man ded his enemy 10 step
out
Must l bring thn9 qufried PETERSON.
tapping bis Gun.
No. sab, no. row, sob. Come heah
this minute. sub.
PETERSON wen. out and while he vas sp
proacLing the gate Phchiord. With nefv
ous hand. drew . piece OF paper from bis
pocket, snd reached it toward the former.
com snding
| Read this. sub. and tell me what We
will do sbout i, suhl
Maj Peterson read the following;
DEAREST PAPA: learned today tnat
you had taken IN osth 70 Kill my Fred II
be stole me and rsp oG with me. know
you we'll enough TO knos yoo we'll enough
TO know you wCuld not break that ossb,
What was TO dor Could ! give him up7
OF course noil Would | allos my hus
band shot bei,rs my own eyes By ny own
fs.her2 Certainly nttl What mnst dot
vha. could l dor Well. sooi sense Game
TO my rescue, and ! decided TO steal Fred !
Before you resd this ! will bsvs stolen
him, bat will be given is9si n8ns 70
keep the stolen goots. Yoor loving
daughter, BETTE
, M.l Peterson stood nom OF vMh sve.
Then be burst iato = iond isusb.
Well, m.jor. we're ia neat trspl Bot
. | shsut kiIl your dsushte'. sob. ios steal
log my sop, sutl Ny vsios 10 this: Ill
break ny suo and bisss ny dsuahssf.
, Wbss co you proposs 70 do. suhs
TIE old msn's face vss dark for . mo
E usn,, then nj. th lt'oot II sod shattered
J IL into smiles.
BY George u,i T, Ill so.p my bowie
and bless my SOD. tull
Give re Jour hsDdl This marriage ol
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