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The Chronicle Ship pensburg VOL. 22. SHIPPENSBURG, THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 14,1896. NO. 18.

A CHANGE OF HEART. FRISKY ORGANS. A LUCKY HORSESHOE. knew him slightly, bade him good-day." "Hau a busy day?" the sergeant then asked the blacksmith. house, lie had a good property in money.

Sally knew that he would hava stayed on with the Bascoms and been gave, a long look out across the lovely April country. Suddenly her expression changed. "Why, I can see the gable o' Isaac Bolton's new house. I Stomach, sometimes called waterbrash, and burning pain, distress, nausea' dvsnensia. are en red Vv 1 Tefore, the Uftial nuniber of private carriages had been seen passing aljng London road, but nothing beyond that.

To the detective's mind all these circumstances could point to only one conclusion, namely, that the burglars had been in the house before they went there to commit the burglary, and that they must live somewhere in the immediate iieighborhofxl of the scene of the burglary. Accordingly, he directed Lis inquiries as to the persons who had lately been visiting the. servants hall at Chatsworth. Thii he found consisted pretty exclusively of tradesmen and the maids sweethearts. The former were all ul- xreny well pretty well, an swered Vulcan.

"This weather, you see.makes the roads plaguey heavy there lots of shoes dropped. "I thought so," answered Collie. "I myself found one." He took the shoe out of his jK.kct. "Ay, ay," said the blacksmith, look ing at the shoe; "fore off. I shoukl say.

I had three of them to-da- "Any of them about the size of that?" "All of "em. I should sav," answered the blacksmith. "Whose were they?" "Iet me we. Yes. Farmer Oakes mare, the carriers ponv, and and I should sav the third was Dr.

Fell's pcldirg ves, it was." "What sort of man is the carrier?" asked Collie. "Old Fardell? One of the best old fouls liviner." said the blacksmith. He's lived in the village since it was started, I think remembers when there wasn't a house within three nv.hs, except the old manor house. which was pulled down by Mr. St.

John Smith, three years ago. He's pettin pa-'-t work, I'm feared." The detective sat in silence for a minute or two. Then he said: "I don't feel at all well to-night. "I thoufrht you were looking a bit glum, said the blacksmith. '111 go home, I think, and get to ld." The detective went home and went to bed.

Before he was lorrr there he directed his landlady to send for Dr-Feli, and ask him to come as quickly as as the ca- was urgent. In spite of this intimation. Dr. Fell was not particularly quick of cominr, and by the time he arrived the detective seemed very ill indeed. He made the doctor feel his pulse, examine his tongue, and try the state of his lurgs and heart.

Then the doctor left, saying it was merely a gastric attack, and promising to send him some medicine. When the doctor was gone Collie sat up in his led and reflected. "I have seen him before," he said to himself. "Was it a.s a witness in a stabbinc case, or what? Let me see. now.

He's altered, of course; but I feel sure I know him." He and thouffht agnin. Then he suddenly jumped out of bed. "I swear it. It's Jack now se. the forger, or I'm an ass!" naif an hour later the doctor, his coachman and footman ere in custody on charges of breakintr into and stealing from the houses of Messrs.

St. John Smith and St. James Jones and St. "eorfre Robinson, and half the plunder of those burglaries had been found by the police safely stowed away in the doctor's house and stables. At the assizes Dr.

Fell and his associates were tried and convicted of the three burglaries. The history of Fell was then made public. His real name was John Howse. He had been a medical student in a London hospital, from which he had been exjft-lled for dishonesty. One of his chums had succeeded, however, in getting a diploma.

This man, who was as disreputable as Howse himself, was called Fell. Shortly after his expulsion Howse was convicted of forrrery and sent to penal servitude. While he was serving his iM-nience reii aieo. or. at any rate.

On his discharge, Howse leeame aware of this fact, and calrnl appropriating his missing friend's diploma and name, started practice at Bourfreoisville as a doctor. His for mer traininc as a medical student enabled him to carry out the imjiosture with complete success. Unfortunate ly, his criminal associates found him out and. will'rgly or unw-illingly on his part, made him their chief in carrvinir out a resnl-ir scheme of bur glaries. His professional position diverted suspicion from him and them.

while his brougham was used to re move the plunder, and his residence to store it tiil it couid be safely disposed; of. "Yon Fee. now." paid Collie to In spector Boodle, "the horseshoe proved lucky after all. London Truth. HUMOROUS.

Cynicism "Papa, what is a cynic?" A cynic, my son, is a man who sneers at everything he hasn't cas-h enough to keep up with." Chicago Eecord. "How does Jibson stand prosperity since he came into his fortune?" "Oh, he stands it all right, but it is pretty on his friends." Cincinnati Enquirer. "I wonder why the widows always get the best of the raoe for husbands?" asked the fool young man. "They are faster, I guess," replied Miss Ann Shent. Cincinnati Enquirer.

"I do not see," she said, with great seventy, how it would be possible to add to the unsightliness of bloomers. And the little wheelwoman contented herself with innocently remarking: "Perhaps you are prejudiced. Did you ever try them on?" Washington Star. They Listened to the End. know what a long-winded speaker Mr.

Wyndham is?" "I gues I do." "He says he. never delivered but one speech here some people did not get up and sro out." "Where was that?" "In the Joliet penitentiary." Port JervLs Gazette. "My good man," said the titled gentleman who had been violating a municipal ordinance, "I am not subject to the laws here; I belong to the nobility." "Well, begorrah," replied Mr. Terrence Flynn, "for the matter "lat, nay ther am Oi. Oi belong till the police force." Washington Star.

"Glass-eating," observed freak who was as yet unclassified, "is a bad business. A glas-eater is thrown much in the way of temptation. I have known several to become addicted to the bottle." The Zulu chief, to whom all civili-zation was new, laughed boisterously, but otherwise all was intensely and oppressively still. Detroit Tribune- footwear for the Whrrl woman. One of the questions thatagitates the, wheelwoman's mind is whether to.

wear high-laced boots or leggins and shoes. Hiph laced boots, made of soft leather that harmonizes in color with the costume, are neat and stylish. But during the summer shoes and leggins are more convenient, for the leggin can lie carried on the wheel when not, needed. Kiders seem, however, to over-. look the importance of wearing broad, comfortable shoes, instead of the nar row, pointed, uncomfortable sort, for.

after all, there is no attainment of real pleasure under conditions except Al comfortr Chicago Tritmpe- If Detective Sergeant Collie had arrived sooner he might have been able to discover a workable clew, he thought, but when he was called in the burglary was three days old. It was only after the local police had done their best and failed that they applied to Scotland Yard fot" help, and that the clever detective sergeant was fent to Bourgeoisville. By that time the local police, under the able direction of Inspector Boodle, had succeeded pretty well in obliterating everything which might have served as a clew to the sergeant. Enough, however, still remained to show him that the burglary was not the work of amateurs, but of professionals. The ay in which Mr.

St. John Smith's powerful plate safe had been forced was really a charming piece of WorUniauship, and excited the detective's armest admiration, and the rapidity and noiselessness with which the massive silver plate had leen removed and the reception rooms stripped of their valuables including painting, bronzes, and other r.ot easily portable articles proved the persons concerned to possess the highest and rarest skirt known to the trade. Although Sergt. Collie thought he might have been able to do something had he been railed in immediately, yet ho fully recognized that it was no discredit to the local jiolice that they had failed to trace the guilty jx-rsons. It was clear from the first there was little to indicate who these ere.

Not a single man or woman had leen seen iu the neighborhood for weeks, and j-et it looked as If those who committed th. burglary had thorough knowledge not merely of the country aljout, but also of the house and of the habits of its inmates. Not a single suspicious-looking vehicle had been seen on any of the roads about the pillaged house, or, indeed, alout Bourgeoisville, or the village, as it was called, which was nearly a mile distant, on the night of the burglary, and yet the numlier and weight of the articles were such as to render it highly improbable they were carried oil without the help of a vehicle of sort. The policeman whose beat lay along the London road, off which the pillaged mansion was situated, had seen the ordinary numlier of vehicles pass during that night, but they all ol-viously beionged to "carriage in the neighlorhood. There was not a van, dog cart or other likely conveyance among them.

Scrpt. Collie spent a whole fortnight tearcbing for anything that might promise a clew to the solution of lie mystery. He examined and cross-examined Mr. St. John Smith's numerous servants.

He searched the grounds of "Iotiglcat" the plundered mansion-and of the neighloring houses most minutely in the hije of finding tome traces of the missing property. He questioned everylxdy who lived in the neighltorbood aud ho within the past month had visited the house. But he discovered nothing. At the end of the fortnight Sergt, Collie reported to headquarters that he had done all he could, and had completely failed to trace the criminals. As he was convinced that further in vestigation on the spot at least for the present was uscle-s, he was recalled to town.

Before leaving Bourgeoisville he impressed on Insir-ctor i.oodle the necessity of reporting the at once if another crime of thr same kind occurred in or about th village. Sergt. Collie had net returned to town alvove two or three weeks lwfore a telegram was received at Scotland Yard from the rejected Inspector Boodle. It ran un follows: "Burglary last night at Chatsworth, seat of Mr. St.

James Jones. Similar in all respects to that at Loiigleat, seat of Mr. St. John Smith. Immense robbery Send help." Within half an hour of the receipt of this telegram Sergt.

Collie was in the train bound for Bourgeoisville. A rapid investigation showed the detective that Insjwctor Boodle's description of the burglary was The second burglary corresponded with the first in every detail. It was executed with the same skill and ring; the thieves had forced with this same dexterity an equally strou? plate-safe, and had removed with the t-ame rapidity and noiselessness an equally large amount of plate and valuables and finally they had left as few traces by which they might be followed np and identified. Sergt. Collie, after three hours most careful and intelligent inflection of the house, its grounds, and everything in the neigh borhood which by any jossibility could throw light on the mystery, felt com pelled to acknowledge that he was as much at sea as to how or by whom the burglary had been jierpetratcd as the local police had IxHMfin the last case.

Indeed, the only point that even looked like a clew had been discovered by the local police. Towards the even ing, when the detective was wearied and disappointed by his labors. Inspector Boodle came to him with a very mysterious air, and told him that he had found a very important clew. This turned out to be a story told by the groom of the doctor at the village, who had been attending one of Mr. St.

James Jones' family. This fellow said that, on coming to Chatsworth the previous day with a bottle of medicine, he had noticed a shabbily-dressed man hanging about the laurels at the sidj of the lawn. This person, when hi saw he was observed, hurriedly made off. Sergt. Collie had the footman lefore him for examination.

It was then made clear that the intruder on the lawn was merely a common tramp. The detective, on making enre of this, i dismissed the footman and his story with contempt He as certain of little as regards the burglary save this, that it was the work, not of tramps, but of men carefully trained in that line of business, who had planned out every detail in it before taking the job in hand. One or two point in the burglary had greatly struck the detective. In the first place the plate safe in Chats, worth was built into the kitchen wall, yet the burglars had gone straight to it in this unusual place. Again, a mii nute examination of the footprints outside the house and in had convinced the officer that two or, at most, three persons had been engaged in the job.

Thirdlv, the plunder carried away and carried away with amazing rapid-, ity must have weighed the best part of 20 stone. And, lastly, there was not the slightest evidence to show that a horse and rehicle of any kind had tSL 2f4 ruT pip-pVi Aa I Poreons Whose Hearts Move About In Their Bodies. Soma Uueer Cane That Have Com Cndar OrMervaUon of I'hyslctmKS Nature's 8tranto Com-peonatloas. The human heart has been up to some queer freaks of late in various parts of the United States. Indiana leads, as she usually does, in the matter of freaks.

the town of Anderson iu that lively commonwealth, lives one John Keville, an enterprising and hardworking baker. It was Seville's good or bad fortune, as he looks at it, to woo and win Mary Hastings, esteemed by many of the youths of Indiana. When the engagement of the baker to Mary was announced there was much anger among the girl's less favored suitors. Henry 11 meson, ho had felt certain of Mary's uffections, did not content himself with mere words. He lay in wait for Keville on the night of January 30, and when the happy lover ieft the house of his fiancee Jameson rushed ou him and, pressing a pistol to lte-villc's heart, pulled the trigger.

Tlu.t would have l-en the end of Keville had he been like other people. But it had happened during recent illness hia heart had shifted from the left to the right side, so that the bullet that was to have ended his life sped harmlessly between his seventh anil eighth ribs, ami to-day he is alout again almost as well ns ever, and preparing for the wedding. As for Jameson, he is in jail, thanking his stars, now that his jealousy has ooled down, that nature helped him to tt-cape the gallows. Almost as queer is the case of Marion Elmore, of Chicago. Marion is a young woman of 19, and is employed as a saleswoman in a dry goods store.

JS'o one ever susjccted that there was anything wrong with her heart until the other day, when she underwent an examination by the medical examiner of a life insurance comjany. The medical man found that Marion had Ix-ca born with a proper enough heart, but it had gradually worked its way over from the left to the right side, lciug located now close to the ribs, in the place here the liver ought to 1h Miss Hatt'ie Benedict has a heart that for months past has Wen in a state of transit, moving from its normal position toward the right side and up and down and then back again. Miss Benedict lives in Marengo, Wayne county, this state. Four months apo she fell into a trance that lasted until a few days ago, when she practically regained consciousness. Dr.

William who had her in charge, said the lira! words she uttered were: "I am alive. I'lease do not bury me." Then sho passed her hand to her right side and declared that her "heart" was hurting her. Dr. Hubbt II made an examination and found that the heart had shifted fully four inches to the right and two inches upward. The doctor was by no means surprised, a the heart had cn guilty of similar eccentricity three times during the trance condition.

Each time the organ went back to its old position, and Dr. llublx-ll declares there is no danger to he apprehended. He cat give no reason for the strange phenomenon. Elmer Harris' heart hefan to change two years ago. Harris He In Minneapolis, and the doctors 'here have Wen keeping close watch on him.

Thcj- sn that every throe months Harris' heart has moved half an inch with almolute regularity in a diagonal line toward the lower right side of the lKxly. The movement wems to take place in jumps that occur toward the end of every third month. When the migration is going to stop is a problem that is filling the unfortunate owner of the heart with much uucasinesM. His general health docs not seem to have lieen affected, and he says he feels no pain. He never Inows that his heart hn shifted nntil the doctors tell him so after each move.

Iere in New York city Dr. Cyrus Ed- son has a queer case in one of the pa tients whom he has treated for consumption with his famous remedy. The patient had lost one lung, the right, N-fore he came to Dr. Edson, am! had given up as a hopeless 1 i case HV a nan uozen pnvsicians. ur.

Kdson himself had but little hoje of ef fecting a cure, as the left lung had bcMi attacked. But he gave the patient the itsual hypodermic injections, ami to everyone's surprise the man recovered. To-day he is apiarently as well as 1, 1 ever he was, tnougn ne nan irai one lung. But ft strange, thing has hap- Jene(t. in accoruance nn nmiiir usual law of compensation by whicn one organ that nas 10 periorni mc functions of two is correspondingly-strengthened, the patient's remaining lung has been very much enlarged.

great has this enlargement, oceome that the heart has been displaced, ahd r.ow beats alout the middle of the man's body. N. Y. Journal. Railroad Repartee.

A very smart young man ishing to a vw-m t-rni ncr supply ainusrau-iiin" v. ladies that accompanu-u nun, ncconwu or a ranroau iraiu ai lollows: Mv dear conductor, hot er--do you call an up train?" "Whv. a train that blows up, plodes, goes to smash nny thing of that sort." ve. to Insure. Aiid er what 4l" do von call down train? "Down train? why, that's a train that goes down an embanxment, or through a trestle-work; ha some sort of a fall, you know.

The vouiig ladies were laughing heartily at these answers, which em barrassed the. young man, and desperately pointing to the train they were about to loard, he asked: "And where might this train be going?" "Oh." replied the conductor, "wc never agree to answer those questions beforehand." Harper's Round Table. Uow Jap Launch Their Ships. Tlie Japanese apply one of theii pretty ways to the launching of ships. They use no wine.

They hang over the ship's prow a large pasteboard cage full of birds, and the moment the ship is afloat a man pulls a string, vrhen the cage ojcns and the birds fly away, making the air alive with music nnd the whir of wings. The idea is that the birds thus welcome the shix us she begins her career as a thing of life. Cticn Observer. Cooper produced his best tales when a young man. He alwaya believed hTa first, written when Taa wai about JO, wii hU beat.

a great help to them if the neighbor- hood to herself had not grown so dif ficult and unpleasant. Since then must often have felt homeless. For herself, too, not far beyond 30, strong and fond of hard work, it was a poor sort of life to live- on year after year in her little houao, pinching out a liv ing from a bit of ledgy land and the tiniest of incomes. Isaac was larg-v hcarted and manly, though quick-tem pered enough, as sho had known. She saw things differently now, the old habits of her mind, the eelf-pity that bad clung so long to a grievance had worn themselves away and left only regret behind on that spring afternoon.

It was too lata now, she could not do anything, she had lost all right to the man whom she loved ana woo nai so long loved her. She remembered, as she -had so many times before, that when th raw him last his coat needed mending. and that he had grown to look older nd even a little gray. She reraem- lered now. the weet, wistful look in his ejes, and how quickly they had clouded over when she with a beating heart had treated him so coldly.

Sally Martin still by her window-in the late afternoon. She had taken up her sewing again, but her eyes looked as if she had been crying. Every lew minutes she glanced down the long road to see Mr. Bascom and Cynthia when they came back; that seemed the only interest to which one might still look forward. At last the wagon in sight and she wondered what the father and mother would have to tell.

To her surprise they passed their own lane's end and came on Up the hill, driving fast. Cynthia would not take time just now to come past the house unles-t for something important she was lat? already and Sally's heart was filled with apprehension. Tbey turned out of the road, and still sitting by her window she sa.w Cynthia get out of the wagon, after a word with her father. In loth faces was a loo; sorrow and shock, and she sprang to her feet as her frienvi came into thi! kitchen. "Oh, Sally, Sally!" said Cynthia, "'Isaac got awfully hurt this after noon.

He fell from the house frame, and the doctor can't tell yet whether there is much chance for him. They stopped us as we came by, and they've got hi 111 in a little shed until he can be moved to our house he's got nowhere else to turn. He saw me, and told somebody he had got to speuk to me, and when 1 got to him nil he could whisper was that I must come and tell you, and I said I would. He didn't ask you to come, only to let you know." The two friends faced each other. Sally looked gray and old and stern, but Cynthia hud come to an end of her self-control and In-gan to cry.

"What will ioor mother suy?" her voice faltered. "She thinks everything of Isaac and she'll want to get to him, and feel as bad that she can't." All the color rushed Imck to Sally's face, and a lovely self-forgetfulncss shone in her eyes. She suddenly looked young again and even happy. right home as fast as you can," "I'm going to ask your father to take me right down to Isaac's place. Tell your mother I'll take care of him.

I'm going to Isaac now just as fast a I can." loiter still in the twilight, Sally Martin found her way among the new timlM-rs of Isaac's house to the little tool-shed where he lay. Most of th-; neighhors had gono. The doctor wn still there, nnd he sike cheerfully as she came near. "No, there are no bones broken after all, 'twas only the breath knocked on of him," said the doctor. "You'll laid up awhile, but I lelieve you'll well, Isaac.

Now who is 1 here to leave him with? I must be off and it's going to be a damp spring night; he mustn't stay here any longer. Move him carefully." "I'm right here, doctor," said old Mr. Bascom, who loved Isaac like a son. "I'll take him right home with me if he's ready to go. I've got the wacon, you know." As for Sally, she had gone straight to her lover's side where he lav weak and pale on the pil-of coats and shavings; she was kneeling by him with .1 sweet and quiet face, and Isaac's hand was fast in hers.

Somehow their happiness seemed all the lovelier lwcaus it had come at last in the Home Journal. PASTE THEM IN A SCRAP BOOK Advantage of Preserving Clipping rorq orrent Newnpapera. There are many gxl things occn. sionally in the daily pajers, editorials, locals, literary matter, hich could le preserved in ttie scrap look. And here and there, in a magazine, is a story or some article or contribution of value because of its research in and know edge of the arts and sciences, while the rest of the periodical is of com para tivcly little use.

A scrap book of such matters would be found exceedingly interesting, if for nothing else. The writer has seen and jwrused scrap books which were gems in their, way. The collaters display care, taste and judgment in the selection of the articles for preservation, and it was really a treat to look them over and here and there jieruse the entire art! cle. Of course, it depends altogether on the collater, whether he or she hai the requisite tact and intelligence for classifying and arranging articles iu such a medium. It may well be called education in itself, and the owners of such books are generally people of far more than ordinary intelligence.

Eventn of importance, matters oi great moment, interesting local inci dents, selections of genuine poetry, and many other things incident to such a collection or compilation, make up a work which at times proves to be of value, not only for reference, but as a reminder of scenes, incidents and occasions which but faintly linger in memory. Let the old scrap Inxik once. more have its place in every family Teach the children its advantages and UFes, and have them assist in its prep arntion. The result will be happy, weil-informed, intelligent household. one whioh Jour friends will delight to visit often, and with you once in aw hile indulge in a reminisoential evening, which will be made all the more enjoyable when the scrap book is brought forth and its contents examined.

liar (Pa.) Independent. Todrcamof a cat always tmlnokyj and some unexpected mlsfortuxe la' rare to folio xiAxt lew (layaj BY SARAH ORNK JEWETT. Sally Martin sat by her favorit kitchen window sewing a little ami looking off over the sunny spring fields. All winter through the bare trees she could see the next house farther down the hill, but now the budding orchard had suddenly made a thick screen. After many defeated glances neighborward she was too conscious of being cut oft from companionship and social pleas- tares, and folded up the blue gingham apron which she had been hemming, and took her shawl from the nail be-! Kind the door.

There was a look of anticipation on her face; she had evi- dently found herself dull company for once. She brought a deep wicker basket, brown with age, from a closet, and going down cellar filled it with russet apples, and then locked the door after her and went her way. The grass was green by the roadside and she wnlked in the footpath at its edge, feeling the ground under foot with milch pleasure and stopping once to look at some bluebirds in a mapla tree. One always feels young again with thepring, and this year the snow and mud had lingered late and kept her much indoors. Sally Martin had not much to look forward to except continued poverty and anxiety, but she was one of the persons who have imagination, that enchanter's wand, which would have kept her satisfied with life except for one legret which could never be quite put behind her or forgotten.

It was the day for youth and pleasure, and when she was out in the open air her face grew serene and childlike; she stopped to listen to the bluebirds and watched their pretty colors in the gray branches, then she walked on down the hill with her golden russets. The widespread lower country and the hills beyond it were blue with the soft pring haze. Her neighbor's house stood not far away, at a little distance from the road, and the narrow lane Into which she soon turned was prettier than ever that spring, with its shcl-tcringturf as soft as velvet.and an earlv dandelion or two shining against th: fence. The old apple trees leaned their long boughs over it so that they almost met, and in later summer they would be hung thick with wisps of hay and straw from the high-heaped loads that went into the barn. This was a huge building like an unwieldy elephant in the landscape, while the house was low and small, with a tiny pointed porch and a door that had three panes of glass at top.

When you stood in the entry within you could scarcely get room to shut the. door behind you, and were at close quarters with an old colored wood-cut of Gen. Washington, which greeted strangers with an impartial air of dignity. On the right nnot her door opened into the Bascoms living-room, which surprised one in so small a house with its size and cheerfulness. The windows looked both north and south, and there were plenty of bright braided rugs on the clean floor.

MI saw you comin up the lane, Sally, and I don't know whenever 1 was more pleased," said Mrs. Bascom, who was a lame woman and could not rise to greet her friends except in spirit. "Now bring that little rocking-chair right over close to me, and let's have a good talk. It's so pretty looking out my window- I'm all alone, the folks have gone to the village, shoppin'. David found his old plow wouldn't do him this year, and Cynthi she's always ready and so they started right off after an early dinner.

I'm braidin up my rags as usual; I couldn't seem to do anything else just because I elt so busy. There's everything to be done this time of year, ain't there?" "I waked up feelin' all of a bustle, too, and I soon came down to heromin me a blue gingham apron that I don't need one bit," confessed Sally. "I ex- pect it's the spring work in in us, i though there ain't no leaves to show for it. I guess the trees themselves must feel just the same." The two good women smiled and Sally reached over and took a handful of dark woolen strips and began to braid in company. brought you folks some o' my apples." nhe said presently.

"I'm on the last barrel, but they never were nicer this time of year. They wilt right away quick as you bring 'em up from the cellar, but you shall hae more as long as they last. "I call 'cm a great treat; our apples have been gone some time and the last of 'em were very poor. There ain't such a kecpin cellar in town as yours; it seems to give everything a good taste." "Grandfather always used to say that it cost him most as much to dig it right out of the rock there as it did to build the house above it," said Sally. "You know 'twas that little glimpse of the sea 3-ou only get right there, and he couldn't bear to set his house anywhere else.

Three sides o' the cellar is sound rock; 1 don't know's you remember, it's so many years since you was able to get down." "I recall all those things 1 used to be in the habit o' seeing as if it were yesterday," said Mrs. Bascom. "I find my thoughts such good company that 1 dou't miss goin' about as much as everybody expects. Everybody knows just where to find me, and so they come to me; folks like to feel a certainty when they make some effort to come." "1 don't know but what I should have bten disappointed pretty bad to-day myself," said Sally. "I seemed to miss seeing the house as I sat there to mv window sewing.

The trees and bushes, have budded out amazin' since yesterday. 1 kind of missed you and felt lonesome. I expect I can see the lower light for some nights yet, till the leaves really come, and Cynthi's light I can see all the year round in her window upstairs. 1 can't seem to go to bed till the does," antl they both laughed. "'You and Cynthi' used to inake signals when you wrs girls, don't you remember, wavin things and movin your lamps?" 'Thus kind convenient, really.

We used to be havin' our plots together, and we had ways o' asking things an answerin yes and no. I seem to forget a good deal of it now," explained Sally. I "You're just as much of a girl as ever you were," said the elder woman looking up with an affectionate and an ap- preciative smile. "Well, I did feel as if I wanted to, stop and make a dam by the side of the read there where the water runs out under the stone wall," and Sally smiled in her turn. "Sping Is upring, ain't it? Always just as new every year." Mrs.

Bascopi I i 1 I knew he was raising; yesterday, but I never thought to look. There over the knoll to the right of the woods, you can just see the top of it." "Why, yes," said Sally, looking eagerly and then going back to her rocking-chair again. She was blushing and her eyes looked very bright. She seemed to make an effort to speak, but no words came. Mrs.

Bascom also made an effort to look away for some time, and pretended to be busy with her work. At last 6he laid her hands in her lap. "Sally." she asked, as a mother might speak to her child, "don't you really think you are foolish? I feel as if j'ou were most as near to me as my own Cynthia; truth is I can say thing! right out to you sometimes that I oon't to her, much as I love her. Isaac's a good man and faithful; I don't know what he's building that house for, but don't believe he'll ever want anybody for his wife but you." "I heard he was engaged to le married to soinelKxly In I'elhani," answered Sally, stiffly, but with no resentment. "I haven't seen him to speak with him for eight months not since last August, when I happened to meet him here in the yard." "You done very wrorg then, Sally, my dear," said Mrs.

Bascom with dignity. "He was glad of the chance to ire you and all ready to be friendly, and you passed him right by after you said; 'How do you do, an' something aloiit the weather. I set right here where I be now, an' I see his face work like a child's that has a real task to keep from cry in. All these years now you've held on to that grudge, an 'twas all foolishness. Your Gran'ther Walker's narrow stubliedness keeps you from givin in, while he's made every effort he could.

Sometimes I've thought you didn't love him, an' he was better off to let you have your way about it, but truth is, you'd deny yourself an' go through the world without happiness, rather than feel you was the one to give in." "It's all true," said Sally, humbly. "I've tried to bent down that hard feelin', but I can't. Mis' Bsiscotn. 1 own up to you as if you was my own mother; smethin' freezes right up in me. I wish folks hadn't made such a talk about it." She covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

iiiere, mere, clear; twin all come, right one of these days," said Mrs. Bus-coin, soothingly. "I never menjit to work you all up just as we was havin such a pleasant visit together." "Somehow or 'hothcr I'm so contented livin' just as I be, if it only wa'n't for that," i-aid Sally, drying her eyes, but not changing the subject. "I never could think of anylxxly else as I have of Isaac. I'm glad you poke right out Mis' Bascom.

I'vfc wished you would a good many times." "You an' Isaac an' Cynthi used to have such good times together when he was still livin' here" Mrs. Bascom braided away intently and did not look up as she soke "an since all this has happened he's often, talked to me very free and said it troubled him to know you had so little means while he was well off.and you with no brother nor nobody to look after you in winter time. an' all that." "I've got alonir all ripht," insisted Sally, with dangerous spirit, then she softened again. "You see how it is, Mis Bascom, it's too late now and we've pot to leae it as it is. I expeet it's oor old grandfather's setness, a you say." Her face was pathetic and childish as she spoke.

"You're always real good." "Well, I don't know's I be," said the placid old friend. "I've had very hard feelinps about being laid on the shelf so early, while I wns full of spirit to work, and we'd just built that great bam and had all our plans about run ning a creamery. The farm's so pood for grazin', and 'twould been easier for my husband, but Cynthia wa'n't able to continue wit'iout me. He never com plains, but in a few years we slvould have been forehanded and paid what we owed. Instead only adding to it She looked out across the green yard at tle barn, the building of which had proved to be such a nikstake.and sighed: "I'm going to tell you, too, that we weren't married very young ourselves, Mr.

Bascom atid I. and 'twas jartly owing to my indulgin' just such fcelin's as yours, though the occasion was different." "Why. Mis exclaimed Sally, with deep sympathy. "Yes, dear, I give you warnin out of niy own experience," and the elder woman looked grave and kindly. "I've been tryin' ever since to make up for real injustice to the good man I loved best in the world.

And you can be sure of this thing, Sally, the. wrong road never leads to the right place." It was very still in the wide kitchen; one of the windows was and the bluebirds were chirping in the orchaid. There was a far-away sound of frogs. The old tortoise-shell cat which had been asleep on a cushioned chair came across the floor gaping, and when she saw Sally she hoped up into that friendly neighbor's lap. Sally fondled her a little and laughed at the louj purring that at once began.

Her cheeks were a little flushed. "I heard ever so many robins this morning," she said, as if she were afraid of the silence, and her hostess nodded. "If it keeps to this weather we shall have the golden robins comin right along. I do long to get tbem here in the spring. Then I really feel an if the winter's gone for good." As Sally Martin went np the road she wished that she were still sitting with her old neighbor.

For almost the first time there was something lonely-looking and repellent, something cold and heartless about ber own little house as she unlocked the door and went in. She missed the motherliness she had just left, and the sun no longer shone into her own kitchen. She sat down ithout taking off her shawl. After all it was too late now to change her manners to Isaac Bolton or to let him know that her love had always been his. Everybody had spoken of his approaching marriage, and the new house was the surest proof.

Mrs. Bascom had treated th- story lightly, but perhaps she did not know, or had not been told, because she was certain not to approve. Sally knew that her old neighbor had been her friend. A crisis seemed to have come into her quiet life. Isaac Doltou had been an orphan boy brought up by his nncle and aunt; besides the tract of fine valley land joining the Bascom lasvoj on which ha wj, Tit UuiT thMw I 1 i I 0 1 il 1 tl parilla.

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A. 1 tra- respect able men who had been liv ing in the village for years back, yet the detective thought it wise to inspect the premises of all of them. They laised no objection, and be made no discovery. As to the sweetheart, he found that all the maids had recognized lovers, who were allowed by Mrs. St.

James Jones a pretty free run of the servants' hall. Among them was the policeman on whose leat London toad was. He informed the delect iv who the other lovers were, and assured him that no new admirers had been hanging round the place of late. "Hi'd have seen 'em if they the missus would "ave. done so, too.

She's a very systematic lidy. She hallows each of her mides one sweet "art and no more. When the gal 'sspot one. too, she won't stand poaching. No.hi'm sure there weren't any hother men nlout." And the men who were about, the detective soon ascertained, were all as respectable and above suspicion as the constable himself.

Srgt. Collie occupied a full fortnight in these inquiries. At the end of that time he had to corlfess that h-was not an inch nearer the solution of the mystery of the burglaries than ever. He again reported to headquarters that further investigation seemed useless, and requested to be recalled. He was awaiting an answer from Scotland Yard, when, early one morn ing, he was aroused bv Inspector Itoodle rushing excitedly into his lied- 100111.

The officer brought news of another burglary. This time the victiia was Mr. St. George Robinson. The mansion broken into was called Hatfield, and lay on the opposite side of 1 he village to the other two plunderer! houses.

Exasqierated at the repetition of the burglaries under his very nose, Sergt Collie set out hurriedly with Inspector Boodle for Hatfield, fiercely resolving to leave no stone unturned in his ef forts to trace the iHrpetrators. A tin hastened along the road th-house was some half-mile from the vd lage the sergeant cross-questione I his companion as to the character the poor people who lived in the neigh- iHirhood of Hatfield. When he had got all the information be could he became sisent. ruuuenly, when they were not far from the house, he came to a dead stop. "Hurrah!" he cried, delightedly.

we II nab them this time!" wnyv ynat makes von think so?" "Don't you see this?" replied Sergt. Collie, walking across the road ani picking up a horseshoe. "Luck mv loy good luck!" The inspector's amazement turned into annoyance. "Is that alir he said. "I thoucht you were wiser than to pay attentio; to such old women notions as that." "You'll see we'll nab them," cried th--sergeant, exultingly, as he pocketed the horseshoe.

"I never felt more certain of anything." The insjiector made no reply: he was too disgusted at his colleague's folly. They were now close to Hatfield. On going into the house they found everything and everybody there in the wildest confusion. The family were away from home, and the housekeeper, terrified at the burplary, and still more terrified lest she might iu some way-be held responsible for it, as in so excited a condition that the jolice found it useless to question her. From her daughter, however, who was the only ether person staying in the house, he learned that the burglars on this occasion had been disturbed in their work, and that they had hastily leave the house lefore they could force the plate safe.

Dawn was just Iwginning to break when the alarm took place. The housekeeper and her daughter had prung out of bed and run to the window to call for help. The burglars by this time were rushing belter-skelter down the side of the law to some trees which separated Hatfield which was on a by road from a field occupied as a dairy farm, and oening into the main road. The women hail only 1 glance at them, and could give no more, definite dscription of them. All they could say was that there were two men one looking something like a stableman, the other more like a clerk in ''ress.

A remark of the younger woman, however, struck the sergeant as of more imjiortance than her description of the burglar. She said that the man who was dressed iike a stableman seemed like somelody she hail seen before, but whom she could not remember. The alarm had ripen through the barking of a little fox-terrier who was sleeping in a bosket in the hall of tin house. Usually two dorrs were k.pt therc the fox-terrier and a big mastiff; but when the family went to the seaside for the btnefit of their only child's health, the little girl asked to nave her dog wit-h her, and the doctor ho was attending her advised that her wish should be granted, as she was much attached to the animals and might fret if parted from them. Ths mother assented; but, at the list moment, the father insisted that one thould be left behind for the protec tion of the house.

To this fortunat circumstance it was due that the was discovered before the house breakers could secure their plunder. Collie and Inspector Boodle spent several hours in a most exhaustive examination. At the end of it one or two things seemed clear enough. As be fore, it was clear the burglars were adepts in their business; as before, it was clear, too, that they knew well the interior of the house; and, as before, there was not a trace or mark to show no tncy were or wnere tney came from. When they gave over the investiga tion for the day they walked to the vil lage both deeply depressed, and one reflecting deeply.

The latter was Sergt. Collie. After he had reached his lodgings he sat quietly for some lime reiiecting sun. men he rosi. put on his overcoat and walked down to the village farrier's.

The black smith was still at the forge, though it was tftpw avfnlng. Sergt. Collie! wby.