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56 : THRICE WEDDED. her in his arms. He bent an anxious look upon her face, and placed his hand upon her heart. She had only fainted from weariness; and hastily calling a cab he placed her within, and giving the name and number of the street, to ~ which he wished to be driven, he then followed. Seating himself, he took the insensible woman’s head in his — lap, smoothed back with a gentle hand the heavy masses of her tangled hair; and once he heaved a long, quivering sigh, and murmured—‘‘Poor Rose!” | But this weakness soon passed, and he began searching earnestly for the hidden treasure. Not many moments passed ere he held it in his hand. He thrust it within his own bosom, and then hastily rolling the fifty-dollar note which he had received from the squire in a piece of paper, he put it in place of the stolen brooch. He had barely completed these operations when the car- riage stopped. Quickly gathering the woman, who was be- ginning now to revive, in his arms, he bore her into the house before which they had stopped, and left her in the care of the kind-hearted lady. The next day Edgerton, completely transformed by rich and handsome apparel, looking what he was in reality— every inch a gentleman—entered one of the first jewelry establishments in the city, and ordered a brooch to be made exactly like the one he had with him. When it was com- pleted he took the two to an artist, had the pictures copied — and the copies put into the new ones, and in just one week _ from the day on which he made the bargain with the squire, . — he was back again to report his success. It was evening when he arrived, and he was shown into ~ the library where the old man was sitting. It was a damp, chilly evening, and there was a glowing fire in the grate, which rendered the room cheerful and in- - viting. , ‘Well, squire,” remarked Edgerton on entering, “‘you see taking a feller on trust ain’t so bad after all. Here Iam — back again, and with the plunder safe and sound in my pocket!” = ‘“‘Really, Mr. Edgerton, I am surprised that you should _ have been so expeditious,” replied Squire Moulton, a flash ot joy lighting up his wrinkled face, ‘Where are they?” he continued, eagerly, ae 2 --comicbooks.co