The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-04-21


which to skulk-snd think.
If you had been in GOggs's place,
what should you have thought?
Well! That is just what Goggs
thought.
"But | won't see the papers," con
cluded Goggs. %PlI see the fun, but
not the papers"
Now, as we all very well know,
Goggs was doing exceedingly wrong,
and he might have broken bis moth
er's heart, besides getting into State
prison, but what can l do about it?
Goggs did not repent and 20 back
to his room at the last moment, but
how can l help it? am compelled
and ashamed to say that be waited,
skulking about the Treasurer's Office
for half past eleven and the profes-
slonal gentlemen. Let me hasten to
add, however, and here, that
Goggs was correct in one point, he
did not see the papers.
The half hourand the professional
and Peters came together
promptly.
''Fronl the station" whispered
Peters hoarsely. "Train's lust in.
| had to wait and hour and a quarter
for EN-, hid behind a telegraph pole
the whole coufounded time -
you hold yer blab," said one of
tn professional gentlemen politely.
"Heave ahead, and show the Job"
They had very black whiskers,
these professional gentleman, and
very clean linen, and very fine broad
cloth, and very sleek hair, and very,
very large diamond rings. Goegp
never felt so mean in his life as be
did when wa king up the college
steps between them, to help to HshoW
the job"
However, he did it; and, as 1 said,
so much can't be helped.
1t was a dark night, and very
windy. A dozen times, Oh the col
lege steps, Goggs was sure that he
heard the Calculus Professor strid
ing up the broad walk, under the
trees. 4 dozen times while the pro
fessional gentlemen were ittips
forged keys to the lock of the outer
door (which they did with the ut
most ease Peters swore that there
was tutor about somewhere, calling
through the wind. But neither pro-
lessor nor tutor tracked that .'iob.'
nor ever have, To this very day.
Through the outer door, through
the entry door, through the office
door, into the office, the professional
gentlemen, with Peters and Burnett
and Painter and Goggs behind them
made their noiseless, skillful, wond
erful way.
In the middle of the treasurer
Off1ce-the dark little ful,reproach.
ing rOOm-they all paused.
"'POn my word," said Peters, Just
over his breath, Il most wish there'd
been some other way. We offered
the printer two hundred down lor
one proof Of the confounded things
bat he wouldn't take four. This is
our last throw, pom my word. But
'pon my word | most wish-hurry
up there, can't youp'
In the reproachful darkness of the
little awful room, the professional
gentlemen went to work upon the
safe. 1t was the treasurar's private
safe, a small affair, with the simplest
lock in the world. Ifonly the treas
urer had been bright enough to pul
the papers in the great arch across the
room, with the combination lock.
That" said one ofthe professional
gentlemen, would ha' ben a matter
of some powder and blasted noise.
B.. this do not think the profes
sional gentleman meant so much to
make a pun as an emphasis. He was
on his knees at the time, turning q
great key in great key hole, with
ais head ON one side, very much like
The head of an artist, putting the I'm
lshing touch to his picture.
"a a-ah! said the burglar at last.
with soft, admiring whistle, "wasn't
that neat, n0wg
As he rose from his knees, the safe
toOr, with sound lock and velvet
uiLgs, swung sOlemnly open.
"A match!" said one Of the profes-
>ional gentlemen.
All the boys felt in their pockets
at once. .
Only one at a time" said the
'ther professional gentleman. One
at a time, and be spry. We We don,
our biz; you tend to yourn."
The two burglars stepped back a
step or two from the open safe, and
Peters and Painter stepped up.
Peters struck a mate, and held il
down; his hand shook.
you'll drop it, and set everything
a6re" grOwled Painter.
Painter got down on his knees and
glared into the safe.
He drew something out.
He held it up to Peters match.
Goggs and Burnett held their
breath. One of the burglars, not
much interested, yawned audibly.
His share of the work was over. He
was in a hurry to yet away.
Got emf" whispered Goggs, shak-
.ng all over.
"Yesp'
whats the matter, thenY'
Something was the matter. Painter
threw down the packet which he
leld with a great oath. Peters
match went out. There was a
minutes blackness and confusion.
"What it it?"
"WhO-whereP
"Tutorsp
''Run J"
"No, don't~
"Hold on!''
whats up?"
"Look here. Hushp
"Be still therep
"NObody's eoming-can you hold
,our tonguei"
The clash of whispers struck
through the dark room, fought a
minute briskly, then died down.
Peters had lighted another march.
His face was both pale and red by
.urns.
"Look hereP' said he.
The fellows all looked. Feters
Jared his match to and fro several