Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-08-12

in my mad race had shot up. blind alley-a street that ended in garden behind an iron fence.
 | grabbed the diamonds to throw them from me, but couldn't-I just couldn't! jumped the fence where the gate was low, and with that whistle flying shrill and shriller after me ran to the house. I might have jumped from the frying pan? Of course, might. But l it was all fire to me. To be caught at the end is at least no worse than to be caught at the beginning. Anyhow, 1t was my one chance, and I took it as unhesitatingly as rat takes a leap into a trap to escape terrier. Only-only, it was my luck that the trap wasn't set! The room was empty. I pushed open a glass door, and fell over an open trunk that stood be- side 1t.
 It bruised my knee and tore my hand. but oh!-it was nuts to me. For it was a womans trunk filled with women's things. A skirt! A blessed skirt! And not striped one. I threw off the bell boys jacket and I got into that dear dress SO quick it made my head swim.
 The jacket was a bit tight, but didn't button 1t. and I'd just got stiff little hat perched on my head when I heard the tramp of men on the side walk, and in the dusk saw the cops buttons at the gate.
 Caught? Not much. Not yet. I threw open the glass doors and walked out into the garden.
 "Miss-Omar-. wonder If 1t wauld be Miss Omar" You bet I didn't take time to see who 1t was talking before answered. | Of course I was Miss Omar I was Mss Anybody that had right to wear skirts and be inside those blessed gates.
 "Ah-h! I fancied you might be. I've been expecting you"
 It was lazy, low voice with laugh in 1t, and it came from wheeled chair. where young man lay. Sal low he was and slim and long, and helpless--you could see that by his white hanging hands. But his voice 1t was what woman's voice would be If she were man. It made you perk up and pretend to be somewhere near its level. It fitted his soft, black clothes and his fine clean face. It meant silks and ve,vets and
 Oh, all right, Tommy Dorgan, if you're going to get jealous of voice!
 Excuse me, Mir. Latimer." The cop came in as he spoke, Norway fol- lowing; the rest of the hounds hung about. There's thieving bell-boy from the hotel that's somewhere in your grounds. Can come in and get him?"
 "In here, sergeant? Aren't you mistaken?"
 No; MT. Norway here saw him jump the gate not five minutes since" Strange, and I here all the time! I may have dozed off, though. Ger tainly-certainly. Look for the little rascal Whats he stolen? Diamonds. Tut! tut! Enterprising, isn't he? Miss Omar, won't you kindly reach the bell yonder-no, on the table; that's it-and ring for some one to take the officer about?"
 rang.
 Do you know what happened? An electric light strung on the tree above | the table shone out. and there I stood under 1t with Moriway's eyes full upon me.
 "Great-!" he began.
 "Just ring again" Mir. Latimer's voice came soft as silk.
 My fingers trembled so, the bell clattered out of them and fell dangling to the ground. But 1t rang. And the light above me went out like magic fell back into garden chair.
 ''I beg your pardon, Mr.-was Mori. way the name?-I must have inter rupted you, but my eyes are troubling me this evening, and can't bear the light. Miss Omar, I thought the house keeper had instructed you-one ring means light, two mean I want Burnett Here he comes. Burnett, take Sergt Mulhill through the place. He's look ing for a thief. You will accompany the sergeant. Mr.-Moriway?"
 Thank you-no. If you don't mind I'll wait out here.'
 That meant me- moved toward the gate.
 Not at all Have a seat. Miss Omar. sit down, won't you?" I sa, down.
 1 Miss Omar reads to me. Mir. Mori way. I'm an invalid, as you see, de pendent on the good offices of my man find a woman's voice a soothing change"
 Tt must be. Particularly if the voice is pleasing. Miss omar-I didn't quite catch the name"
 He waited. But Miss Omar had nothing to say that minute.
 "Yes. that's the name. You've got 1t all right" said Latimer. "An ua common name. isn't it?'
 T don't think I ever heard 1t be fore Do you know. Miss Omar. as heard your voice just before we got tc the gate, it sounded singularly boyisf to me"
 MT. Latimer does not find it so-dC you?" said as sveet-as sweet as could coax How sweets that. Ton Dorgan?
 Not at all" A little laugh cam' from Latimer as though he was enjoy H Il...