The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1902-04-03

"Oh. my poor darling little Fidoi"
screamed the feminine voice, ms the
dog was discovered. "what an awful
cruel monster he must have bccn!"
swell, at least, Lillian, he didn't
hurt the dog" said another feminine
voice, with n ripple Of laughter in
IL. ~ think he deserves n good deal
of sympathy for that. don't you,
wiII?"
heard references to the police, and
the jingling Of an excited telephone
bell, followed by calls for three or
four men TO be sent up from the sta
tion.
In that single moment 7 spent n
whole long night locked up with the
"drunks and disorderlics." and pie
tured James coming down In the
morning and calling me fool. while
he was making arrangements for my
release.
Never! I would die first! And 7
clutched at the collar of Wills suit.
and beat my brow with my fist, and
groaned.
heard the procession come along
the hall, and I knew what awaited
them in the dining-room. j opened
the door the merest crack, and peepcd
out. The hall was clear. Now was
my time.
With my best run I sped along the
hall, and to the room into which I had
first broken.
IL was done. was inside. and the
door was shut behind me. And then
! fell up against the door and gnspcd.
I had missed the direction! There
was only one other way In which !
could make n COMPOUNDED fool Of my
self that night, and now ! had done
that. This was not the drawing-rooIn
nj all. but snowy bedroom, with "a
young lady standing in the middle OF
II, looking affrighted at me!
She continued to look at me for
some time. After while she said:
"Is there anything more you would
like to have? II you can think of
anything. please don't hesitate tn ask
for it; but he quick, for the police
will be here soon"
IL do beg you To believe that this
Is all an unfortunate mistake" ! said.
"Will you believe me, on my honor
as n gentleman, when l tell you that
I will explain IL all some day. and
that, II you will help me to escape
from this painful prcdicamcni. you
will bc glad when you know the
truth?"
h,a x.s(s. In, l.,.,.l
discussion of the coolncss of the
burglar, while Wills wife cried bys-
tcrically:
"Whcre Is Belle? I do wish she
would stay with us. We are all going
to be murdered before the police get
1 here!"
The young lady pushed past me. and
opened the door little.
"Don't worry about me Lillian
,.ic called brightly. II don't care tn
see the police, 80 I shall shut myself
In"
Then she closed and locked the
door. and turned to me again.
~ have almost told lie for you
she whispered coldly. Worse than
| that. I am going to help you out OF
my window. Once outside. you will
have to take your chance"
] bowed my thanks. and was moving
towards the window, when ] remrm-
bered tn, bag and all IL contained Ia
identity me with the wearer OF Wits
suit. I told her about IL and she
smiled, and slipped out Of the room
| by another door. Presently she came
with the bag, and there was u CLEAN
In her eyes as profusely thanked her
once more.
1--WE are under many obligations "a
you for not having set fire to the
house." she said demurely.
| We heard the heavy feet of the OIL
GERS Mt the door. and their ring nj
the bell. and then the young lad,
softly raised the window.
sprang lightly to the ground. iIcI
hand was lying ON the window
and I leaned over and kissed IL.
The window closed with emphasis
| I walked. bag In hand. Ia the pave
ment, and then ! started up ih,
street. At the further end of il
plunged into the arms Of u man VIII,
was coming out Of cottage.
"IIang IL! What arc you racing
about the streets like that for?" d,
roared. Then he flung himself AT me
and almost shook my arm on, shout
ing, with a grin of delight: Dave
you young rascal, where have yo,
been?"
I dropped my bag, and sat dowr
upon II.
James" I said siernly, "whrrc dc
you live?"
"Why. here, at No. 3i!" he sal,
checriiy. "Where have you been nj
this time? We went Ia the station
to meet you, but were too late, nm,
so we came back home. and have beer
waiting for you ever since, aud aw
fully uneasy"
had been feeling In my pocke
for his letter, and now spread II on
before him, under the light of tn
hall lamp.
James I said severely, "wha
number Is that?"
"Why, that Is No. a." he said, witt
conviction. Cant you read writing? :?
"Do you call that 3i?" I demanded
with spirit.
Great Scott! Dave" he replied