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By J. D. White.


hammered, without being prlgs. They
have a maid, so all 1 do is to teach
them. Mrs, Marsh, who is Mrs. Win
ter's mother, is an invalid, and sits
mostly in her own private parlor, as
she Is too nervous to see many visitors.
Keep me Informed Of your daily do
ings; everything will interest me- Love
to all. ELSIE"
Dear Margaret-Your long, delight
ful letter made me feel half homesick.
but am glad you are we'll. see you
are Inclined to be skeptical about what
you call my detective work. We shall
see. Mr.. Mayberrie % called here yes
terday. was in the parlor and Mrs.
Smart introduced me as Miss Carson,
from the Eastern States l felt my
color rise, and did not dare look up for
awhile.
"Mrs. Winter was out and Mr.. Win
ter in town. After few minutes
Mrs. Smart was called from the room,
as her mother wished to see her I
felt myself grow cold with the excite
ment was In, but managed TO keep
my voice steady as said, after a few
minutes Of weather talk and other
nothings:
"'AIrs. Smart says you came from
one Of the Eastern States. Have you
ever been in MassachusettsT
Margaret, that man grew ghastly
Then he coughed and took out his
handkerchief, pretending ne had a bad
cold But l waited for his answer,
and he said
"'Ah, once, in Boston,
81 have heard Robert laugh so often
about the way Matthews began a SEN
tence with All" Well, said:
"Oh, most people have been in Bos.
ton. 1t is a kind OF modern Mecca,
you know. But the country towns are
pretty and picturesque. You should
have gone out to some of them; per.
haps you did? l ratified that off and
ended with a rising infection. l could
see the creature was afraid. He said:
"'Ah, yes-no doubt, you know
"'Now there are many near at hand,
continued, and ran over a lot Of
names, until came to our own town,
when suddenly said, Have you been
there%
"'I? Oh, no! Never"
8" I suppose, though you have heOrl
Of It? You know there was a bank
robbery there less than q year ago.
The papers We're full Of IT,
"My heart beat to suffocation; but
watched his face, and you would not
say anything about my detective plans
If you could have seen 1t. II was fairly
pea green. lnought / had done
enough for once, and did not want
to frlghten the wretch with leaving
the place. So talked of other mat
ters. shall watch. Oh, If only were
sure that was Robert In the cars!
Il continue to like my teaching an's
the children. l am glad l am here
and sure something will be found out.
Write often to your sister.
May 2S-I feel almost too excited to
hold a pen, dear Margaret. l have SO
much TO tell you! Yesterday morning
rs Mrs Winter wanted some things for
the children from their house, she
asked me to 90 for them, she having
an engagement. She told me to take
n carriage from the depot, and that
if l wished to see something Of the
city, I might remain away Nll day.
Just as I was paying the cabman
at the house, and telling him TO call for
me at four, a man came along the
sidewalk. The house is in a quiet
street, and there are few pedestrians,
so I noticed him. The cab drove off
and l turned to go up the steps when
right before me was the man l met
In the cars; This time he looked at
me and 1 saw him start! l could not
mistake those eyes and sprlnglng to.
wards him l exclaimed:
"'Oh, Robert, don't you know me?'
He did, and oh, to touch his hand
once more was so good made him
so into the house with me--which l
suppose was a very unconventional
proceeding; but / had no time for
prudery. Well, to be brief, l told him
all / knew and suspected and he filed
up my gaps, until we were both sure
that Mayberrie is the man whom he
has been tracking. But l must tell
you all.
'The night the bank was robbed
Robert was detained there by some ex-
ira business until nine o'clock. He
was just coming out when Matthew
went across the road, by accident. he
said. Robert says he thinks the fel-
low was watching as he had said he
should be busy. Matthews gave him a
little push back inside Of the door,
saying:
"Oh, Sylvester, just a word with
you
"The place was dark, and near that
door the street was almost deserted.
The next Robert knew a heavy blow
had felled him, and a handkerchief
was over his nose and mouth-chloro-
form, no doubt; for he knew no mole
until he awoke in a dark, damp place
which siOolt lfso n cellar He etood