Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-04-01
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ed, and, having got ready to put in thu
glass-which he no more knew how to d.
) than he did how to hy-the glazier-loyel
got tired, and threw off his disguise. ap
pearing, as a gentleman should, in re
spectacle habiliments of ~broadcloth AND
v~lvet.
At this juncture he heard a step in the
entry, and doubling not that it was Ka-
ties, he started forward. The door
opened, and there, to his inconceivable
horror, stood Miss Spinela Thorn, locking
ten times more grim and sour.faced than
ever
The ancient lady gave one glance, and
seeing only that the apparent glazier was
70 glazier at all, jumped at once to a pet
idea of hers; namely, that she was about
being robbed by a burglar.
This idea prompted her to shrek out,
" Murder 6re!l thievesill help!lli'
and to fall or the floor in a condition of
syncope, Familiarity known as " ~fainting
dead away"
Tom did not, as he ought to have done.
throw water in her face, or apply burnt
feathers to her nostrils. On the contrary.
he darted from the house, in a state of
excitement which drove all thoughts of
explanation cut of his head.
He was fairly nonplussed, for the
nonce, and in the friendly quiet Of his
lodgings cogitated in vain how to make
up for the coatre temps which had just
occurred. He was aroused from his
r~eyerie, however, just before dinner-time,
by a small boy who came with a note for
him.
Of course it as from Kate.
| don't think that the passion for in
trigue exists in men half so powerful as it
does in the ether sex. At all events, |
never saw a man who could begin to RI
val a woman In plots and counter plots.
In this case, while Tom Beverley was
quite at a loss. his DulciHeea had thought
the whole thing out, like a fash.
Bless you. there was q young lady who
tried. not long ago, to find out who was
nv bonnie annie for the time being.1 I was
determined she shouldn't. but in two days
she had the whole secret out of me, in
spite of my teeth.
And after that, she had the c~oelness to
say st never was good at that sort Of
thing, you know-Im too honest my
selfl"
sob, was shell
But my affairs are nothing to you, dear
reader. Tom Beverley is the gentleman
I'm telling about now. Kate Fletcher's
plan was, that she should encourage her
aunt in the belief that the protested gla
zier was a professional burglar, and
should work her up into such a state Of
alarm, that she would consent to engage
a policeman to stay in or about the house
during the night orfwo following. It is
needless to say that Tom Beverley was
to be the policeman, and to emoEe all
obstacles, Katie directed him where be
might get a blue coat and cap, from the
husband of Miss Thorn's cook, who had
lately been a member of that ornamental
if not useful body, the Municipal Police.
She had written and sent the note al
most under her aunt's own eyes,, merely
telling her that it was addressed to the
cooks husband, asking him to come to
the house that night.
Artful Katie
Tom laughed inordinately at this STRAIT
agem, as you or / might, reader, if We
received such an appeal. But if the gla
zier idea was a good one, this was fal
better, and Tom was at the ex policeman's
house within ten minutes after his din
ner.
The mention Of Miss Fletcher's nam
secured him a good reception, for ths
cooks warm Hibernian heart had long
overnown with admiration for the smiss
u.s. purity niece-the darlin' childl' anG
the husband had often heard praises show
cred upon her generosity and beauty.
A p~retext for going to a fancy dress
ball in police uniform Quoted all appre
tensions, and a liberal offer for the hire
Of the coat and cap brought them out in
%stanter. Tom arrayed himself in them
and looked like a remarkably elegant
dramatic sort Of policeman-such al
might appropriately be introduced into
local American opera, and made to sing
extraordinary rouladesNand shakes, before
going to arrest a gang Of operate mpsi
cal swindlers.
A visit to the BARRIERS, where the razor
was freely used, made q still further al
iteration in the policeman pro TEN, anc
when Tom knocked humbly at Miss
Thorn's basement door with his club, hi.
own father would have hardly been viii
ling to swear to his identity, however
much he might have been inclined tt
swear at his. eccentricity.
The spinster, having a lofty conception
Of the terror and majesty Of the law, fell
perfectly treasured by the presence q
the fictitious officer, and seemed to mag
inc that nc harm could befa1l her or hers
while he was in the house.
She showed him where the spoons were
kept, what doors were locked, what bell,
belonged to what rooms, and a variety 3
, other details which not being very inter
! esting, he forgot as soon as she told him
Then, leaving him by the kitchen ire
with a bottle Of sherry. miss Thorn knew
what was good, if she did object to tina
4 rascal, Tom Beverley, taking a dron now