;‘ I M’DOUGALL’S' GUN VERSION l . BY BELLE FIELD. ————-—J- “What!” The astonishment in the word was simply indescribable, as Harry Mc- Dougall dropped his paper and regard; ed his cousin in dignified amazement. A prettier cousin than usual she was just then, her blue eyes and pink cheeks a little bluer and pinker, as- she viewed her surprised relative, who soon found voice to remonstrate: “Do you mean to say that you, whose .sole ambition should be the enhancing of woman’s chief virtue, retiring mods esty, are really proposing to enter my mill as bookkeeper? If so, you are either very ignorant of what would be ex- pected 'of you in that capacity or you are forgetting what is due your own womanhood. Henrietta McDougall, I am ashamed of you!” The subject of this tirade merely gave her decided chin a little lift, and made answer: . “You need not flatter yourself that you are going to extinguish me with your heroics, Harry, for I most cer- tainly do intend to go into an office even if the shock should prove serious to your conservative organization. As you refuse my offer, I shall take a posi- tion with the Big Salt Lumber com- pany; but I thought it would be pleas- ant to work with you.” The young man cleared his throat two or three times before he found voice for expostulation. “But. Henrietta, it is not a woman’s place. Contact with men in business life disarms woman of her best weapon, and withal her greatest charm. She wrecks her own matrimonial chances; for, you see, when men marry, they do not choose the girls who have thrust themselves forward, but tie for life to the home girl. Then, too,” continued he, with a touch of pomposity, “woman’s braip is of such different caliber that she is never a success in the business world. While I esteem you very highly as a friend and cousin, I could not give you a place, in my office. look of a man, and do not feel that I could trust any woman with such a responsible position as that held by my bookkeeper.” This time there was no mistaking-the real indignation in the girl’s face and 'voice. “Harry, I should be very angry with your insinuations, . but I really only pity one who holds such warped views. .I want you to understand that girls nowadays are not compelled to go about on tiptoe and with bated breath for fear of spoiling their matrimonial . chances. Talk about trustworthiness! ’IVho absconds with the employer’s money? Not the woman. Talk about the ‘broader outlook!’ Wait until your cross~eyed bookkeeper goes to South America with the contents of your safe, and you will wish you had one of the untrustworthy women in his place.” “Don’t let us quarrel, my dear,” patronized Harry, “for I did not wish to offend you. I was shocked that you, so young. so pretty, wished to do man’s work.” “It is not man’s work, Harry,” said the girl, quickly. “Work is classified according to its excellence, and not the sex of the worker. But there is no use in arguing with you,” turning to leave the room. “On second thought,” and she paused on the threshold, “let me predict that you will fall hopelessly in love with one of this very class of women, marry her, and become a thorough convert to theidea of women in business." “Marry a creature of that stamp? Not until I become an imbecile. I shall marry for a companion; a woman who will know her sphere and keep it.” Harry McDougall was not at heart an intolerant man, but his whole life environment had been conservative in the highest degree. His residence in the west had been but short, and he was daily surprised .at the freedom accorded women about him. He marveled at the unconscious- ness with which business men accepted into their precincts the entrance of business women, and abhorred, through ignorance of the thought of the times, their called it. But a few months before young Mc- Dougall had come to Kansas from Connecticut to take charge of a flour- ing mill lately purchased by his father, a property situated in a small town some thirty miles west of Elliston, Henrietta’s home. The business was prospering, and prosperity docs not make an intolerant man tolerant; so upon his visits to El- liston his altercations with Henrietta had become more spirited, culminating 'in the application by the girl for posi- tion as bookkeeper in his mill, and his pompous refusal of it. The next morning, before breakfast, a telegram informed Harry that his father had been the victim of an acci- dent in the old mill at home, and de- sired the immediate presence of his son. He had barely time to write in- structions to his bookkeeper, placing necessary funds at his disposal, before the next train for the east. “What a pity you did not accept my offer of yesterday,” said Henrietta, jokingly, as they stood beside the waiting train. "Just think how Well I c0uld have taken care of your inter- ests during your absence.” ' “Pouf!” ejaculated Harry, with ex- aggerated contempt. “When 1 want a shortage in my accounts, I will em- ploy women to manage my affairs.” And he swung himself aboard in time to escape his cousin’s just wrath. But no sooner had he taken up the familiar duties at home than the dis- tracting news came from the west that his trusted bookkeeper (Henrietta’s detestatio‘n), had left suddenly, with the contents of the safe. The young man’s state of mind can be imagined. His father was not yet out of danger, and, even had he been, the business required him to stay in the east. His money—a considerable sum—was gone. the mill was not run- I must have the broader out-. a ‘ ‘intrusion,” as he s WEEKLY-NORWALIK4GAZETTE. -.. .w ning, and orders already in could not be filled. It meant ruin fer him. After several days of distracted writ- ing and telegraphing, he received a letter from Elliston, which ran: “MR. HENRY MCDOUGALL—Dear Sir: I have visited your mill... looked over the premises. examined the books. and, it’satis- factory to you. am willing to take charge of the business during your absence, advancing the necessary money. This, providing you will sell me a one-half interest in the property, at the price asked by the former owner. and will accept the money I shall advance . as part pur- chase money. . “Awaiting your decision. I am "Very truly yours, D. P. BOARDMAN." His first sense was one of relief, fol- lOWed by wonderment. David Board- man was senior member of the firm owning one of the largest mills in Elliston, and his check could be drawn for a larger amount than that of any other man in the city. What could he want, Harry asked himself, with an interest in a mill inalittle country town, where such a financial disaster had occurred as had happened to his own business? But the letter was evidently in good faith, and Harry telegraphed his ac- ceptance immediately, knowing that a partnership with Mr. Boardman would insure his future. Three months later Harry alighted from the train at his western home. In the intervening time his partner had not only made up the loss the busi- ness had sustained, but had brought profits higher than ever before. Mr. Boardman had remained constantly on the ground, however, but had signified his intention of returning to Elliston as soon as Harry returned. . A farmer drove past Harry,l as he walked to the mill. He could not stop his loaded wagon on the river bank, but he called out cheerily: “Glad ter see yer back, Mr. McDou- gal. Mighty fine partner 0’ yours in thar!” With a light heart, Harry pushed open the oflice door, then stopped, aghast! He saw, busily writing at the desk, not the bent form of David Boardman, but ayoung lady. For a moment he stood staring at the tri'mly- attired figure and sleek, dark head Then a low, yet decisive voice said: “Were there any letters for us to- night, John?” Before Harry could frame a reply, the young woman, turning, met his gaze. She rose and advanced, a trifle . of color coming to her cheek, yet her demeanor cool and unruflied, and asked: “I beg your pardon, sir. I thought it was the janitor. Is there anything I can do for you?” _ ' Harry pulled himself together and replied: “I should like to see Mr.. Boardman.” The girl looked puzzled for a mo- ment, then answered: “I fear you have made a. mistake. Mr. Boardman lives in Elliston, the next town east.” “I certainly can have made no mis- take,” returned Harry, decidedly. “1 have letters in my pocket dated at this place, and settling the details of a transaction by which he becomes part owner of this property.” “Mr. Boardman certainly has no in- terest here.”_stated his informant. “I am Miss Boardman, and have bought half this mill, which I am managing until Mr. McDougall arrives from the east.” For an instant Harry felt as though he were on a toboggan slope several miles long, not knowing where the end might be; but he pulled himself to- gether and handed the lady one of his cards. At sight of the piece of pasteboard the young lady looked wonderstruck, and again flushed a trifle. Then she looked up, and ventured: “And you thought—” “Yes. I thought so,” he answered, comprehensively. “But I am so be- Wildered now that I am past all think- ing. Will you please explain some things that I cannot understand?” Within a few moments Harry dis- covered that instead of selling an in- terest in his mill to Mr. David P. Board- man, he had delivered it over to a Philistine in ' the person of Dor- othy P. Boardman, the aforesaid gentleman’s niece and junior partner, . that she, having extra funds on her \hands, and hearing of McDougall’s trouble. had felt sorry for him, inves- tigated, found that the investment would be a good one, and made him an offer. She had not intended‘to deceive him, but had merely signed her name as she was in the habit of doing in her business relations, without dreaming of being confused with her uncle, not taking into account Harry’s short resi- dence in the state. It was astonishing to see how readi-_ ly the young man reconciled himself to having for a partner this young, businesslike woman, with the bright eyes and quiet voice. Miss Boardman went back to Ellis- ton at once, and Harry took up his work alone. His bookkeeper was never found, perhaps because the amount of his embezzlement was not large enough to make much stir. but Henrietta said it was because of his “broader outlook.” That young lady also made frequent remarks about the number of times that Harry found it necessary to“seek his partner’s advice, and her triumph was complete when, a few months after the first partnership was con- summated, Dorothy Boardman, upon much persuasion, consented to enter into another partnership with the house of McDougall, the papers to be made out for life. All this was five years ago. the little country station threatens to be quite a town, and Harry’s prosperi- ty has grown along with it. He gives his wife credit for his prosperity, as for his happiness, and has come to glory in having married one of the class once so obnoxious to him. David Boardman McDougall, aged three. is, in spite of his long name, quite the most intelligent child in ex- istence, so his parents aver, and Hen- rietta McDougall is head bookkeeper in her cousin’s 1' mill, having come to see the worki ,9; out not only of her hopes but of iher prophecy. —N. Y. Ledger. ‘ Now _ SODATANKEXPLODES By the explosion of a soda water tank at the plant of the Anro Distilled Water Company on Lafayette street, Bridge- port, Tuesday afternoon, Stephen A!- len' Grumman, a brother of H. J. and G. S. Grumman of this city, and an em. ploye, was nearly torn to pieces. Grumman was known to be a careful wor'kman, and although the work he was engaged in is quite dangerous, his employers had confidence that his cau- tion was a suflicient safe-guard against an accident. Grumman had been charging the tank, and as the pressure approached the limit. was preparing t6 shut it off. He stood with his right side toward the tank, at a distance of less than a foot. He was thrown down by the force of the explosion, and his right leg was shockingly mangled. From his foot to about two inches above the knee the flesh was torn to fragments, and the bones splintered into pieces of an inch in length. Besides, the right side of his face was laid open as though by a. blow with a. butcher’s cleaver. The wound was a. clean cut one, and very deep. It extended from the chin to the eyebrow, and laid bare the cheek bone. When the ambulance arrived, Grum- man lay in a pool of blood that nearly covered the cellar floor. He was taken at once to the General Hospital. With- in an hour after the time of the *acci- dent, the leg had been amputated. It is feared he sustained internal injuries. There was little damage to the factory as the result of the explosion, the breaking of several small windows be- ing the extent of it. No one but Grum- man was injured. The tank is an old one, and ten years ago exploded in the drug store of Dr. James F. Hair, break- ing both the legs of James Martin, who happened to be standing near by. Grumman is 43 years of age and is mar- ried and has one child. His wife was a Miss Knapp, formerly of Norwalk. HAS ASSIGNED. Confectioner Fred Mead Makes an Assign- ment. Owing to a protracted illness and the general business depression Frederick Mead the Wall street baker and con- fectioner has been forced to the wall and Tuesday filed at the Probate office, a notice-of assignment and ask- ing that Attorney Alfred E. Austin be appointed trustee of the estate. It is understood that the liabilities amount to something like $10,000 and that the assets are very small. The papers will receive the attention of Judge Woodward who will assign a date for a hearing in the matter. » The principal creditors it is said, are the Holmes, Keeler & Selleck Company and S. H. Holmes of whom he pur- chased flour and sugar. Mr. Mead has been ill for severa months and unable to leave his house to attend to Iii-ft business. This, with a general business depression and an i‘nv~ creased competition, has brought about the assignment. The only property, it is understood, that is in his name IS the bakery and confectionery plant which is now closed Monday night the head baker left, and there ; was a failure to supply the customers. The assignment or something akin to it has been eXpected for some time,and now that it has come, the many friends of Mr. Mead wonder how it was that he “stemmed the tide” under such a heavy pi assure as long as he has. The South Norwalk store will be continued by his son, F. Gordon Mead, the present proprietor. Mr. Mead has conducted business in Norwalk for many years, was popular as confectioner, baker and caterer. A hard worker all his life, this ending of his business career is greatly regretted by his friends. Is He to Leave Us ? A rumor has gained wide circulation in town that Principal Wighsm pur- poses to sever his connection with the Over River school at the end of the present term and connect himself with the large New York publishing house, where he was employed during last summer’s vacation. The statement cannot be traced to any very definite authority, yet his many friends would be glad to learn that our educator has a chance to go right up higher and solace his separation from the school system, (or, want of system) of Norwalk, with a larger and easier chair, cushioned with an increased salary. Remembered the Name. Mrs. Gen. Tom Thumb or rather the wife of Count Magri accompanied by Mrs. George Liable, no larger than herself attended divine .services at Grace church Sunday, their liliputian husbands being intgrested attendants at St. Paul’s church." On being intro- duced to Rector Watkins Mrs. 'Magri recalled the fact that it was a reverend by the name of Watkins who had united her in marriage to her present husband the Count, and incidentally it was learned that the officiating clergyman was none other than the father of Rector Watkins. An advertisement in the GAZETTE will pay you. ) S. A. B. OFFICERS. Elected‘at the Annual Meeting Held in Hartford, Yesterday. The following officers were elected at the meeting of the Sons of the Ameri- can Revolution, held in Hartford. Tuesday: President, Jonathan Trum- bull, Norwich; vice president, Edwiu .5- Grceley, New Haven; secretary, De- ciem L. Pierson, Hartford; treasurer, John C. Hollister, New Haven; regis- trar, Hobart L. Hotchkiss, New Haven; historian, Jpseth. Woodward, Hart- ford;chaplain. Rev. Edwin T. Lines, New Haven; ‘delegate to national con- vention, H. Wales Lines, Meriden; delegates-at-large, Everett E. Lord, Edward M. Warner, Morris B. Beards- ley, Samuel Daskam, Stephen V. Kel- logg, Joseph F. Sword, Charles P. Cooley, Walter Larned, Rufus S. Pick- ett; board of managers, Frank B. Gay, Edgar J. Doolittle, L. Wheeler Barker Zalmon Goodsell, Roland B. Lucy, R. W. Griswold, Jonathan S. Morris, Franklin H. Hart, Silas F. Loomer, Edward S. Steele, Henry Woodman, B. Rowland Allen, Henry R. Jones, Mar- tin R. Jones, M. H. Griffing, Russell Frost. - OBITUARY. ELIZABETH CAPRON. Elizabeth L. Winchell wife of E. P. H. Capron died at ten o’clock Sunday morning after a lingering illness of a complication of diseases. Deceased was born in the town of North East, now Willaston, in the state of New York in 1833 thus she was in her sixty- third year. She Was united in marriage to E. P. H. Capron in 1856 and had two children William E. L. of South N01- walk and Edward W. who died young. She united with the Baptist church in girlhood and lived a. conscientious christian life and was beloved by many, especially so by those who knew her best. She leaves her husband, son and two brothers and sisters to mourn her loss. The funeral will be held at her late residence, 5 Camp street, Norwalk, Tuesday afternoon at three o’clock. 0v- At Norwich. The Rev. Charles M. Selleck, D. D., of Norwalk, was the officiating clergy- man at evening prayer at the Sheltering Arms on Sunday. He spoke brief- ly, but with characteristic good j udge- ment and directness, for the benefit of the patients of the home, to whom the entire service was Very. grateful. The article named below is not ex--. ceptional with us, merely an illustra- tion of the attractive styles and mod- erate prices that are characteristic of the one store that makes Children’s outfitting its exclusive business. 4 80' Cambric Short Dress. For the nu rsery— tucked yoke front and back alike—- neck and sleeves trimmed with em- broidery—Iul; skirt finished with deep hem and tucks above—good mater- Sizes 6 months to 2 years. 48c. - 60-62 West 23d St., NY. I. . 0 . WHOWOy-O—W ‘ ' pIAchillgfl 56 YEARS ESTABLISHED. GRAND AND UPRIGHT. Nearly 100,000 Manufactured. EASY TERMS. EXCHANGED. REASONABLE PRICES. FISCHER PIANO WAREROOMS. no Fifth Ave.. con, l6th\ St., N. Y. Writefor Catalogue. STUDEBAKER 265 & 267 Canal St... N. Y. - 200 feet East of Broadway. FAMILY GAHHIAGES Buggies, Phaetons. Runabouts, epot Wagons, Wagonettes, Rockaways, Traps, &c., 8m. New Styles, Great Variety, Low Prices. Low Prices. Farm Wagons &' Carts, Street Sprinklers, Lawn Sprinklers, Trucks, Business Wagons, &c., &c. Harness. Harness, Harness, Robes, Whips, &c., &c., &c. A GLITTELAING TEMPTATION. BY MRS. M. L. RAIYNE. . When Leander Clarke married Mabel Thorpe, he had no expectation of ever being a rich man, but as his affairs ap- pear at the present time he is on the broad highway to future wealth. It all arose from the fact that he took time by the forelock, the only way poor mortals have of ever getting even with him of the scythe and hour-glass. But it is this very thing that is caus- ing him such a lot of mental anguish now, making his nights sleepless, and threatening to undermine his domestic peace. Mabel Thorpe laid no claims to so- cial distinction when Leander met her first at some entertainment, where she rendered selections of classic music in- such a masterly manner, that he, being a lover of music, was instantly attracted to her side, and stayed there during the even- ing. For the rest she wore glasses, being near-sighted, and, having been graduated from an eastern college, was rather stiff and pedantic in her manner—a grateful change from the ordinary frisky young creatures with whom Leander had been associated. It takes all kinds of people to make a world—more’s the pity—and love goes where it is sent. Mabel had expected to become one of that noble army of martyrs, teachers, but when Leander proposed. she reconsidered the matter, and thought she heard the voice of duty bidding her answer “yes,” and without more ado she accepted him. Now, Mabel Thorpe did not expect her hero to swim the Hellespont of life with all his armor on, but she did demand from him—as she had a right to do—a high moral standard, for she had not marriedli‘im until she had seen, as she believed, his whole past life laid open before her as abook. There is no time when a man is as weakly sentimental and as religious as when he is trying to live up to the standard of a pure young girl’s ideal, and Leander became almost an angel. There are very few of us capable of making human angels of ourselves. Good and evil are as persistently pres- ent in our moral nature as light and darkness are in our atmosphere, and one serves as the complement of the other. To banish night we use the light of science, to counteract wrong we invoke Divine help; but so largely is our worldly nature in excess of our spiritual powers that we are constant- ly in danger of erring to be forgiven, in other words, sinning and repenting. Mabel Thorpe believed in an inflex- ible uprightness. The command to do evil that good may come was to her a perverted text. She was not aware that there are sins of omission, as well as of commission, and that her un- righteous condemnation of sinners, and her severe judgments, were in themselves of a sinful nature. The self-righteous are often harder to live with than the sinner. . '1 Leander Clarke had been a good son, and he intended to be a good husband. He was both proud and fond of his wife, but certainly regretted that he could not give her all the luxuries that she could appreciate, not even the grand piano that her musical talent deserved. But he went to work with a will to make her happy, and hoped in a few years to be able to add all other needful things. Among the wedding presents of the young couple was one that far out- shone all tlic rest—a superb set of dia- monds, sent by an uncle of Leander who was near to death, and gave the residue of a. large estate in this extrav- agant present. Leander himself was genuinely sorry that such an undesira- ble gift had been made, but he argued that his wife was a sensible woman, and would turn them into something more suitable to their condition in life —a piano, for instance, which was a necessity rather than a luxury. What was his surprise when his bride said: “I never was so pleased in my life. Diamonds represent to me the crystal- lization ef everything beautiful in art and nature. I never dreamed that I should possess such magnificence.” "But these have no associations,” said her husband; “they are not heir- looms.” “They will be; all diamonds were new at some time. And are they not associated with the dear old man who gave them?” The dear old man had been a terror in the family, and had only given the diamonds to Leander’s wife because he hated that. nephew a little less than the others, whom he hoped to make horribly jealous and angry and—had succeeded. yVhen Leander asked his wife to keep her diamonds in the bank she prompt- ly declined. “But you surely will not wear them, dear?” he suggested. ' “Why not?” she asked. “It would injure our prospects, and not be consistent with our position. ” “They were a gift to me; surely I have the right to do as I please with my own.” ' “The right—yes, but I thought my wife had more discretion. I did not know you cared for gew-gaws, Mabel.” So the first cloud came upon the horizon of their love. but Leander was good-tempered and Mabel satis- fied and it disappeared. The truth was that Leander had expected a hand- some sum of money from this very uncle, who was a. bachelor and very old. But age had not mellowed an ugly disposition to thwart his rela- tives, and after ’raising the young man’s hopes he took a malicious pleas- ure in disappointing them. The young couple began life in a pretty , furnished- .cottage on the mod- ern plan of a chafing dish and hand- .painted china, and it worked like a charm. Mabel presided over the dainty cuisine, the butler’s pantry, the parlor, and really did wonders. Lean- der fell in love with her over and over again. But for the diamonds they would have been as happy as larks. Did they hear a sound at night—it was a burglar after those precious gems. They were afraid to leave the house/ alone lest thieves break in and I‘m ”an“ my“. . - .. . . ' me. steal, and one or the other of .the two was compelled to be the hiding place of the jewels, when they went out to- gether. Mabel did not care to adorn herself with diamonds when she went to market or to church, but she could. not listen to a sermon in peace if the gems were not about her. And some- how it did annoy her to carry cor.- cealed wealth, like a brigand or a smuggler. . But when Leander had a chance to buy shares in the “Little Catawba” - Lumber company, and to make as much in three months as he would in a year by his clerkship, Mabel would not listen to the suggestion that the bank would advance enough on the diamonds to enable him to make the investment. * ' Then Leander discovered that his wife could be a very obstinate woman. It was in vain that he laid before her the benefit that would result from a‘ transient disposal of the gems. She replied, not without logic on her side, that the “Little Catawba” might be a failure, and then her precious securi- ties would be forfeited. Leander, man fashion, grew angry, and after some hot words reached the penultimate of passion. “I wish,” he said in tones of invec- tive, “that burglars would get the hateful stones. They might at least be of some good to them!” It is said that curses, like chickens, come home to roost. After Leander has asked forgiveness for his rudeness and Mabel had sweetly extended the olive branch of reconciliation, he suggested that she be doubly careful of her cher- ished possessions. “The town is full of burglars, and they know the people who have fine diamonds, and if they once set out to get them they’ll succeed.” Mabel did not sleep with the dia- monds in the same room. Woman-like, she thought if she secreted them in some place where they would never be detected, they would be safe. Neither the ash-barrel nor the ragbag entered into her calculations, but places just as inconsistent did. a l One night there was a crash in the room below. Mabel shook her sleep- ing husband and whispered in his ear: “Burglars! Get your revolver and go downstairs. The diamonds are in the bottom of the clock.” Leander was startled and confused, but as the noise continued, he hurried on his clothes, and taking his revolver ran softly down the stairs. Mabel re- mained where she was, shivering with fear. There was a fearful commotion below, the noise of falling furniture, opening and closing of windows, and the rapid firing of the revolver, after some flying robber. Then regard for her husband’s life compelled Mabel to hurry to his assistance. She found him lying on the floor grasping his re- volver. She did not faint -nor shriek, but kneeling beside him bathed his face and besought him to speak to her. “Where am I?” he asked feebly as he tried to raise himself; “are the dia- monds safe?” “Never mind the diamonds,” said his wife, “are you mortally wounded any- Where?” “I don’t know.” answered Leander, feebly, and to her credit be it recorded, Mrs. Leander assisted her husband to a couch and sent off, or rather called for assistance, before she even thought of her diamonds. ' Then the open door of the clock told the whole story—the diamonds were gone root and branch! And they were the only things stolen. If Leander had been surprised at the manner of his wife on receiving the jewels, he was astonished at the calm indifierence with which she parted from them. She allowed the usual course to be taken to recover the thief. or thieves, to justice, but when no re- sults followed, she said she was glad of it, that the gems had been like an evil eye to them, and for her part she never wanted to hear of them again. "I wonder,” she said, “that I did not see it in that light before. I will never keep anything in my house again to tempt the cupidity of the wicked or un- fortunate. To that extent am I my brother's keeper.” But the effect upon her husband was entirely different. Either he caught cold on that night of the burglary, or his nervous system received a shock, for he was almost ill from the effect of his tussle with the burglar. And he could not endure to have the subject mentioned before him. Not even the success of the “Little Catawba,” in which a friend had invested for him, gave him the peace and rest he i raved. A little incident that happened at that time did, however, help to re- store him to his normal condition. His wife received a small package, accom- panied by a soiled and dilapidated ‘ note, which, upon being opened, read: “honored madem: i gets no sleap sence istoal yure dimonsi no yure lady an i am a. retch if i giv them up pra fur “AN UNNONE FREND.” And in the package Mabel found her diamonds, exactly as she had last seen them. She was pleased—where is thewom- an who would not have -bcen?—and she at once showed her confidence in her husband by placing the gems in his hands for safe keeping in the bank: “I wish I had taken your advice earlier,” she said, gracefully: “it would 'have saved us so much trouble.” Leander murmured something about all being well that ends well, and at noon brought her a certificate of de- posit. . There we leave them on the way t fortune and happiness—if—if Leander’s conscience does not upset the whole scheme. He would give a great deal to know, what no clairvoyant could tell him, how much or how little Mabel has discovered. My own opinion is that she saw through it from the first, and holds herself equally guilty, as acces- sory after the crime, and with that sweet ficklessness which even an upright woman employs she will make herself a loving accomplice. For it is a. foregone conclusion that Leander Clarke was his own burglar.- ' Detroit Freei‘Press.
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