Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-06-28

was no ordinary burglar; gentlemen
of the crib-cracking profession are
not in the habit of conducting their
operations in a huge cloak, and there
was something about the appearance
OF this mysterious and apparently
unlimited visitor very different from
the midnight thief.
The more Cyril thought the matter
Overland he turned it about In his
mind as he paced round about in the
cold-the more puzzled he became.
IF IL had not been Tor that con-
founded" q am ashamed to say that
he used much stronger word; you
can't pick your language with such
extraordinary nicely at four o'clock
in the morning, and in the midst of a
drenching rain)-"that COMPOUNDED
fower-pot l should have had my gen
! tleman."
| When the morning came he tramped
home, extremely alert as to brain. He
crept upstairs quietly, in the hope of
reaching his room without disturbing
Mrs. Tibbett, but that good, motherly
soul had been sitting up for him, and
appeared at the doorway of her room
aghast and Mortified at his appear
ance.
"Oh, Mr.. Cyril" she began, but
Cyril silenced her by a gesture.
Don't wake the children, Mrs.
Tibbett. have been-to look at the
cattle, and one or two other things.
Yes, am wet, but am going to bed,
and shall soon get dry"
"But there's a fire, Mr.. Cyril, and
you'll let me get you a drop OF spirits
and water. Mr.. Cyril, know you'll
catch your DEATH"
But Cyril only laughed weariedly,
and wished her goodnight; and Mrs.
| Tibbett, who regarded him in the
| light Of a son, went sorrowing to bed
So also did Cyril, for he felt an
noyed with himself and dissatisfied.
Il used to be considered a good
scout in the bush,' he muttered Am
| getting sleepy and stupid in old
England? That scamp, whoever he
was, was too many for me tonight.
| wonder what his game might be-
plumber or some other game? Yes,
ought to have had him."
And still dissatisfied, he fell into
an uneasy sleep.
1t was not very long one, for he
was up soon after sunrise, and ap-
peared in the living-room as usual,
and, as usual, was surrounded by the
children.
ANY news this morning, Mrs. Tib-
BETTE" he asked, indifferently.
No, Mr.. Cyril" replied Mrs. Tib-
bett, looking round from the fireplace,
where she was cooking the break
fast, and at the wet clothes he had
worn on the preceding night. "Oh,
yes, forgot to tell you last night that
Polly Marsden came round in the
evening, and wanted to see you"
Cyril was giving Willie ride to
Banbury Cross, and the horse stopped
suddenly, nearly letting Willie down.
ITO see me. What did she want?'
"She didn't say" replied Mrs. lib
bett. MARY saw her standing by the
gate. quite in the dusk, and went
down to speak to her. She asked If
you were in, and then went away"
"Bnt was in" said Cyril.
At another time he would not have
noticed the matter, but this morning
perhaps because he was little ex-
cited and suspicious about last nights
work-the incident seemed to interest
| him.
Yes said Mrs. Tfbbett; 81 knew
you was; but | amt going to disturb
you when you are taking rest for
every chance conner. Polly Marsden's
business will wait, have no doubt
mo doubt" said Cyril.
Besides, if Polly wants to see you,
why can't she come up to the house
like Christian? We shan't eat her.
NO, indeed said Cyril, thoughtful
ly, and went on with his breakfast.
Stalking in the rain all night is not
conducive to an appetite in the
morning, and Cyril Kingsley made
but poor meal.
Taking up his hat and riding whip,
he went down to the stables.
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He had arranged to accompany
Leola on ride this morning and told
the man to saddle the horses.
Certainly spirit Of unrest held him
| in thrall this morning, for he could
not stand still while the man obeyed
his orders.
| AS a rule he rode up with the
horses, but he turned away, and tell
/ ing the man he was going to the Alb
hey, babe him follow when he was
ready.
All the way up the lawn Cyril eyed
| the house as II he expected to see
1t burned to the ground, or standing
rifle of its innumerable treasures:
but all was peaceful and quiet, and as
he strobe up the steps servant
wished him smiling. respectful good
morning.
Evidently" thought Cyril, moth
| ing has been missed yet"
OF late his visits had been so fire.
quent that he was looked upon as one