The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-05-18

| four-Slavin' like mad maxim up match
boxes. The woman knew me, but could
| tell me nothing except that the little
parson 'ad seen to ev'rything, an e
wus CORN AMY, because Is 'ealth lad
broken down.
In the street an old lag stopped me
an took me somewhere for quiet talk.
"Wotcher goin' ter do, JakeT e arsk-
ed. Coin ter try an ply the straight
until unger an despair drives yer ter
break winder ter get food an lodgin',
or 'e!p yerself ter wot yer want. like
meT e pulled a 'andful O. sinners
from lis pocket. zone pretty nights
work, Gully" e said, GRIMM. Fer
the next fortnit I'm lynn low; but sly
the word an l can put you on to as
easy a mark as ever was struck. A
crib In the country, 'armless old Idly
an two or three femile servants, with
case o. sparks and pretties fer the
pickin' up. A kids job"
For a spell sat mum, Sam, weighin'
1t up. The life with Min seemed all Of
agen, In or out of quod, wot did 1t
matter? I'd got to live my life. I wus
in that state O. mind that 1t wanted lit
tie persuasion ter send me one wy or
the other, an before l left I'm that
night e 'ad fitted me up for the job
A short railway journey, a tramp
through a village an along country
road, an marked the crib. The 'ouse
stood back from the road, an wus ap-
preached by a drive. Concealed behind
the trees which bordered the grounds
waited until an our 'ad CORN since ev'ry
glim was doused then, with thick socks
over my boots, crorssed the lawn an
got to work on the winder. A few
minutes silent play with the tools, an
bolts an slipped inside.
Wastin' no time, made for the hall
an crept noiselessly upstairs. There
were four doors on the landin', an
judgin' the old lidy's bedroom ter face
the front o. the ouse, l made for that
one an, gently openin' 1t, peered in
side. From the bed came the murmur
O. reg'lar breathin', an the moonbeams
shinin' through the open laths of the
blind dimly lit the room an cut acrorss
the wall Immediately above the sleep
er's cad.
Like a flash crorssed to the dressin'
table an scooped up the loose jewelry.
wus 'esitatin' whether to lift the
silver fittings which py about it before
investigator further when caught the
rustic O. disturbed bedclothes behind
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an electric bell rang through the 'ouse.
Turnin' to make a dash for 1t,
gazed for a brief second at the white
robed figure sttin' up on the bed, 'er
terrified face lit up by the moonlight
an, as 1 saw 1t, l started back as If
shot.
Heavens! cried, 'oarsely. Min
my wife!"
As true as I'm here, Sam, the face In
ev'ry feature wus that of my dead wife
just as she 'ad looked when the sount
of the coppers on the stairs 'ad sent Eel
flynn to my arms.
: Even as / stood, incapable of movin
}. limb, an old Idly with lighted can
a die In 'er and showed in the doorw'y
| uh uuoiSu bChAho CL NVuiu oCC WV
L frightened women servants. 1t wus thu
d kind-eyed Idly who 'ad been with Mil
!. at the larst. l recognized 'er at {
It glarnce, an she knew me. The gel
:. my gel-sprung out O. bed an run ter
wards 'er.
IF Mother" she screamed An thel
8 agen, "Mother!"
?, The look of establishment parsse'
a from 'er eyes as the woman twined e
= arm about the frightened gel, an l say
le the glisten Of tears.
"There, there, my DEAR" she said
quietly. "He will not harm you"
y Arm her! 'Urt my own child! l
IS seemed as If the walls wus rushir
n. round me, an pressed my 'ands to m
to 'ead. For spell / stood there, sway
n, in like a drunken man. Then, with
a hoarse sob, l tore the jewels out o. m
a pocket an dashed 'em ON to the tabl,
he The woman put the gel into the arm
n o. the servants an, shuttin' the dool
lie fearlessly faced me. ....
is well, Jake" she said, with an a
ly tempt at a smile, what have you I
= sayT
So low like she is!" jerked on
re low Nike! Lidy, l did not know.
l came out only this nlornin'. Theer WI
On nothin' fer ME but the old life. Thee
n wus nobody to care"
el She stopped ME with appraised ant
IS, There you are wrong, jake" 81
n said. Il care. And Min-your wife
to do you not think that she would car
n too? Do you not feel that she, and
1t. would rather-oh, so much-see you a
n honest man-able to come to you
IT. daughter and not make her feel asian
ed? 1t Is never too late to mend, Jak
er May l not give you a helping hand
us She 'eld out 'er and invitingly, Il
h tears standin' In 'er kind eyes
ed Heaven bless you, lidy," l crIe
" clutchin' it in my own rough fingers. :
K will try will try 'ard-for the sal