The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-12-09

'"eep mo the room ana Drug yur
out everything of value in it
The man stood with his back araine
he door, II don't trust a woman,
H"ch less pretty one; you've some
@cde2 in your head"
Il swear my only object is to We
Iiss Scymour's life, and, in so dong,
).obably your neck as WE'LL" ret1ted
'lnetta. She's asleep. l could get
aer money and jewels without waking
Ter"
You shall do it on one condition"
aid the man. with a brutal laugh.
III stand at the open door and cover
'ou with my pistol. If see you play
lg me false in the slightest degree,
going near the window, or trying to
ouse the house, I'll shoot both you
nd her. remember"
I've given my word; I'll not play
lou false" said Janetta.
He opened the door and let her pass
before him, with a mock bow, follow
ng close upon her heels. Janetta won
erred if the humping of her heart
would wake Clarice; it sounded like
ShLAOh III ACl OWh
She took the precaution of slipping
IF her shoes at Clarice's door and set
wide, SO that the burglar in the
doorway had command Of her every
movement. At the opening of the
wardrobe where her jewel case was
kept. Clarice turned and moaned in
her sleep, and Janetta paused. her fin
ger uplifted for a moment; but the
next instant she was satisfied that
Clarice had dropped off again. So
quick and deft was she that to collect
every article of value in the room did
not take her more than five minutes.
We'll go back together, my dear.
and just look EN- over" said the bur-
glar, with his hand on her arm, push
ing her before him. "I'll leave tbs
cases and such for a keepsake. al
ways do the thing handsome when I
get hold of an obliging female like
Yourself. Thirty pounds in gold Yes,
[ understood as she'd had a little
aheque cashed tonight; and these jew
els haven't been overrated! They are
frst-class. Now, my dear, you'll swear
to me, honor bright, that the old ono
hasn't anything worth my waking her
up for! The less people awake over
this business the fewer to tell tales.
ah?"
He was retreating rapidly down the
'taircase with his spoils carefully
packed away in a black bag; and hn
Jaw Innetta's eve travel towards ~
arrested his steps, and the psxt mo
ment both the men were knecling by
Nevtlle's side.
Bad business!" muttered one. This
is murder, or very like It."
Neville Enclosed his eyes for a min
ute. Doctor; burglar; follow on:
he'll want YOU" he gasped family,
moving his head slightly in the direc-
ton which the burglar had taken. But
both men felt that their present task
was to try and save the life OF the p sor
fellow who was evidently SO desper-
ately wounded.
Wed best carry him in there
said one of the men. glancing at tho
house. THAT'S where the burglars
been. and the family is aroused safe
enough. l see lights moving to AID
| fro."
Without more ado they lifted Me-
Vile as gently as they could in their
strong arms, and made their way to
the door, ringing loudly at the bell.
It was Mrs. Mortimer who admitted
them, and who, with quick presence
of mind ordered them to carry Ne
Vile into the study, where she rapidly
turned the couch into an extemporized
| ed
'Bandages. please! he's bleeding to
death. The brute's stabbed hint"
said one of the policemen. And as
Mrs. Mortimer fastened off to obey
the order Janetta passed her on the
way to the study. The girls face was
V white as the wall.
Don't go in there! They've brought
in man wounded by a burglar who
has made his Csc~pc as far as l can
make out. E1at 81 in! you've gone
through too much already" But ia.
Meta. drawn by some unaccountably
strong instinct. pushed open the door
and entered.
An agony so intense as partially to
paralyze all feeling possessed her as
she recognized that the dying man
before her was her own brother. She
knelt down quietly beside him, put.
ting her arp under bis hss