Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-07-28

Y es, Kept 1t In the mousse and ne
thought it very strange that had no
arms. Here I stopped and begged his
pardon; I had arms. He turned pale. I
had arms; yes, had some. What were
they he might ask. He might; my arm
was boiler-stick with two ounces of lead
in the top of it. Oh The seemed great
ly relieved.
1 told him the doors and windows had
bolts on them, and were all well barred
all but one. He pricked up his ears, and
a family murmured, (which 7" led me
on and gave me hope. I thought it best
to encourage him-all but one. The
front window on the ground floor, l
said, had no bar on the shutter They
had all bells, I told him. 1t had bell
it was very safe. Thieves never think of
getting into the house by the front, you
know. And there was no area or garden.
The door opened on to the pavement.
Yes, it was very safe-wasn't it? Yes,
he thought it was. Then he talked about
politics, etc. and then he got up to 60
SO soon !? and Mrs. Jones begged him to
stay; and l begged him to give me a call
some night, for-ah really, he was very
that is, his company was very-ah!
very agreeable, ha ha hal He was
going my way, would would go with
him or would he wait for me? No; l
would stay and hour longer at least, and
then see the Misses Browne to their
home. Ha ha! ha what notion l had
of it!
He thought me very simple, no donbt
he thought all said was true often
wonder, now, whether he ever suspected
that the quiet individual who did not
shoot or put his money in the bank, and
put bells on the doors and windows, was
a detective, who would do his best to see
him ain quod," before twelve hours were
over. Ha ha we shall see what we
shall see-so we shall.
He is gone. He shuts the hall door
He looks wildly about him, and then set.
off in the direction of my lodgings. l am
watching from the window. Oh l forgot
to tell him. All! really, 1 must go.
Good evening, Mrs. Jones; ia ia L will
clap on my hat and follow him. shut
the hall door quietly, and start in the
same direction. Hal [ thought so.
There he is in the dark. round the
corner He does not think any one sees see;
him. Here is low wall-how h"hq ~. !
I'll get behind it and watch hl'h' Ills
nosition is we'll chosen no one can see
linn, unless Just where L am.
Look what he is at. Well, I'm blowed !
He pulls out coat from goodness knows
where. 1t is quite black. He puts it
over his other coats, and he even pals OF
his trousers. All he has other ones I'M
der them-they are black too. And then
he takes off his tall hat and slows all his
traps where the coat comes from. His
hat is replaced by a SLOUGH. Then out
comes great black beard and moustache,
which are carefully adjusted. My pah
I wouldn't know him again.
Look again, he is examining something
in his hand it shines as he turns it over
it gives faint click, click, as he holds
it up. Ha thought SO; he puts it into
his breast, and then looks about him. l
keep closer in to the wall. He does not
see me although he is coming this way.
He passes me and walks on. [ whistle a
tune, and step after him around the cor
ner I am coming up to him.
He asks me the time. tell him
and ask did a gentleman in light suit
pass that way. Yes, he went up you
street smoking cigar; good night sir
Ha lha good night But surely he is
following me Yes, there can be no mis-
take about it. No matter, | will outwit
him. I reach the corner; he is ten yards
behind me, or more. / set off at run
down the the street till reach the next
corner; round it fly. a glance back
ward-he has not entered the street yet.
enter half open door. The next minute
7 hear his steps he Is running for death
or life one would think. he re'chc- the
corner too, and stops He Is not yard
from me, and 1 am grinninE at him
through the door, which is about six
inches open. He looks about him. He is
at fault. &c him." he mutters. I'll
have him yet !" He sets off at headi"ng
speed along the street, and snuuter nut
quietly and follow him at an easy walk
I arrived at the corner. Heavens ne Is
coming down the street towards me.
Yes it must be he, although his beard and
moustache are replaced carroty whlskers,
and he has a peajacket and jerry hat.
By what trick of sleight-of-hand Is this
done? I cannot imagine. 1t must be
he. He is filling his pipe. My house is
lust in advance still he follows me.
enter the house Casually he g'ances
up at the windows. holt the door l
hear him turn into the lane that goes up
alongside the next house. | steal qa,r' y
into the front p1rlor and leave the shut
ters open and put back the window
fastening. Then | go up stairs :" the
back room. light the candle. don't
draw down the blind for reason If my
own. One glance at the lane. rh"u4ht
SO; there he is, staring at the lnu-e
can see him; the lamp is not far If
draw back out of sight, and taking my
revolver out of the drawer, l put fresh
cartridges therein and slip it into my
pocket Then go up to the window
with my,nightcap in my hand. stare
into the glass while [ adjust it. lam full
in the glare of the candle light. an
sure he sees me; then, quietly drawing
down the blind, extinguish the light
and then pull it (the blind little OF
one side to look out. See he is running
around to the front again.
steal down stairs; creep into thu
parlor. / thought SO some one at thu
window Slowly and SILENTLY the sash il
lifted, and the blind put back; the mex
moment man enters the room. 1ti- he
| He pulls out his pistol, cocks it, nnC
lays it on the table. Then he pokes hi
head out under the blind and chances VI
and down the street. Apparently salts
fed, he withdraws his head and then feel
his way to the fireplace. He is going tt
strike match.
1 quietly put out my hand and grippet
his pistol. l stealthily draw myself VI
and face him. He strikes the silen
match; gradually it brightens up. Hi
back is toward me. He lights the candle
and turns around
He does not start, but turns white as
sheet. am facing him, covering hin
with my revolver and his own pistol
For moment we glare at each other
He mutters, " No firearms, eh ?" and
hiss, Surrender A moment, and tn
candlestick is dashed in my fac. Tier
is flash, report-another lie dashe
at the window. Now see why he lef
the window open. rush madly forward
A heavy blow desoends on my face.
stagger back, only for a moment. l star
up and take down the gun. In an in
slant am standing in the street. II
fifty yards away. fire one / rrel, the1
the next; of course I miss, AMI there
stand crastfa Hen at nv wiudOp. Will. ri