Connecticut western news., 1901-11-14

De quick and stealthy as death.
 She followed me to the window and, looking out, drew back.
 What horrible, black depthsr'
 Its as easy" said I, 'as pie. You could do 1t on your head Look herer' I climbed out first and helped her, set ting her feet on the rungs. We went down in silence, choking all the way at the sight of Peter below, who was looking with his mouth open and bis lips too weak to meet the curses and wonderment that rose up from the depths of him. When I touched turf and handed him the jewel case, he took 1t like a man in a trance.
 We put the ladder back in it's place and stole over the turf together. But outside the garden door Peter could stand no more of 1t.
 I've a flrearm In my pocket" whis- pered he, pulling up, land I'm going to fire 1t of to relieve my feelings if you don't explain here and now. Who, In pity's name, is sher'
 You mug! She's the original Sleep Ing Beauty. I'm eloping with her. and you've got her Jewels"
 Pardon me, Jem," he says in his gentlemanly way, 'If don't quite see. Are you taking her on to melt her or marry herr For how to get rid of her else''-
 The poor old creature had halted, too, three paces ahead of us and waited while we whispered, with the moon- light that slanted down into the lane whitening her bare neck and flashing on her jewels.
 "One moment" said and stepped forward to her; you had better take of those ornaments here, my dear, and give them to my servant to take care of. There's carriage waiting for us at the end of the lane, and when he has slowed them under the seat we can climb in and drive orr
 '.To the end of the world-to the very rim of 1t, my hero"
 She pulled the gems from her ears, hair and bosom and handed them to Peter, who received them with bow. Next she searched in her pocket and drew out tiny key. Peter unlocked the case, and, having carefully slowed the diamonds inside. locked it again, handed back the key, touched his hat and walked ofr toward the dogcart.
 My dearest lady" began. as soon as we were alone between the high walls, If the devotion of a life"-
 Her bare arm crept into mine. There Is but little time left for us in which to be happy. Year after year I have marked off the almanac: day by day have watched the dial. saw my sisters married and my sisters daugh- ters, and still waited. Each had a man to love her and tend her. but none had such a man as I would have .hosen. They were none like you, my prince."
 "No, dare say not"
 ''Oh, but my heart Is not so cold. Take my hand-it Is firm and strong: touch my lips-they are burning''-
 A low whistle sounded at the top of the lane. As took her hands pushed her back. and, turning, ran for my life. suppose that as ran counted forty before her scream came. and then the sound of her feet pattering after me.
 She must have run like a demon, for was less than ten yards ahead when Peter caught my wrist and pulled me up on to the back seat of the dogcnrt. And before George could set the horse going her hand clutched at the flap on which my feet rested. It missed its grasp and she never got near enough again. But for half minute I looked into that horrible face following us and working with silent rage, and for half e mile at least heard the batter of her feet In the darkness behind. Indeed. I can hear it now.