Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1874-07-09
BEING BURGLED.
BY THE AUTHOR OF SHIP AHoYP THE
TREASURE HUNTERS ETC.


BY THE AUTHOR OF SHIP AHOY!' 'THF
TREASURE HUNTERS ETC.
And they took away all the plate al
the Smither's, DEAR
Only electro, my DEAR said.
But it is so dreadful, love. Only
think, if they were to come here next!'
'Ah, to be sure,' said, they might
steal the baby
How can you be so cruel?'
Il wonder how much baby is worth
to people of that class?'
i declare, Fred, if you keep on talk
Ing such stuff, l won't stop in the
studio .-.5
them?'
No. With what?'
Stolen babies
No. OF course not! How can you
talk such nonsense?'
Let them out for hire; q woman has
a couple in her arms, two more, q size
or so larger, cling to her skirts, and
two more support her beloved hus-
band, who scrapes psalm tune-Ara-
rat-on an old fiddle, and gives out
two lines of the psalm at a time to q
tinkle of falling cOppers on the pave
do you wish to make me cry, Fred?'
This very reprOachfully, as I am
darkening the shadows beside pretty
girls nose in my popular picture of a
boat-race-'Blue Bellies
My dear, tears improve you; but all
the same, you are already so near per-
fnntInn ho In scL e.
improved. Still, if baby were stolen,
what quiet nights we should have!
Pass me that tube of yermillion, sill
vOus plait.'
Silence in the studio for awhile, bro
ken only by the click, click of a busy
needle, and the creaking of my easel az
l shift its position. Then my wife went
on:
L think, dear, We really ought to
move
Why, my dear?'
'Why? Because it's quite dreadful
to live in place with such horrible
robberies are always going on
And leave King Henry's Road?
Why. what place gould be better one
for wives?'
Nonsense! The place smells of moth
ing but paint, Fred; and you know it.
Ii you go out, you are sure TO meet
soIhe horribly snuffy dealer coming
away with canvas he has bought
cheap; or else artists -al0,
We'll, and if you do, what then?
Bayes ls, I'm sure, a good fellow-it
always makes me fancy that sniff the
briDy when I meet him, and think Of
his pictures; then there's tall, good
looking Wildes, who always paints
love in idleness;or Saxop-haired Forest.
Whatever can you find to grumble
about? Am not I here?'
Il see it's of no use to talk to you to-
day, Fred said little wiley; you have
got one of your teasing fits on, so
mayjust as well hold my tongue
No, my dear, pray proceed; tits like
the silver murmur of the brook upon
mine ear, and sweetens the task have
in hand --4tj o. is-i
Stuff ~.l r.t ..ail5=nW
That is the little wifey's exclamation,
in 9 very spatchy, pettish tone; but she
likes it all the same, and every now
and then the little head will turn in
my direction. At the end of a minute |
the burglars break in once more, and |
she continues: ia -
There have been no less than ten
robberies since Christmas, Fred -
Indeed, my deari Then shall start |
4 Burglary Insurance Company. Why |
not? How does her nose look now?
Capital; but isn't it little too re-
.rOussed?'
Il love retrousse noses responded.
Cupid's nose was pug, and pug-noses
we're made to love. I could never
nave endured coming in contact with |
/ hatchet or cheese-knife fashioned or
gan in sweet salute
More stuff. But, all the same, the
Dit of bantering flattery does not
quite displease, and paint away.
did you hear how they cleared out
he Lemaines-those French people?'
mo, my dear, did not.'
oh, but it was dreadful! They took
to the table linen.'
well, my dear, if they come here -
,less 'em-what will they get? Moth
ng worth having; for our poverty is q
weet blessing in disguise, which free
Is from the sad anxieties of those who
uffer from plethora of plate, weight
,f watches, or a generosity of gems.
We have our tables and our chairs,
ny paints and brushes, you your nee-
lle-work and-and, well, your good
ooks, which time alone can steal. The
'nly mutual properly, it seems to me,
hat we could lose by the burglarious
,urgling of burglars is the baby, and
lim you homeOpathically preserve
what do you mean?
'Similia similibus curantur, my love
like cures like; that the scoundrels
Who make harvest off oar neighbor-
rood may not spoil your child and crib
lin, (crib, my dear, Is a more refined
word that prig), you spoil him your
eli, and keep him in a crib. Let the
burglars come. l should almost re-
dice, because of the disappointment
hey would be called upon to meet.
There, l shall do no more to-day-the
Blue Bellies may rest i'm their insanity
or few hours, while we seek flowers
lpon Primrose Hill.'
/ did chat the matter over sagely
enough while we had our walk, and
he little wife agreed that it would not
20 wise to run away from danger that
night never cOme-in fact we might
)e running into its very teeth. But,
Ill the same, it was terrible nuisance,
his constant recurrence of petty rob-
berries, and keeping as it did the hearts
If all the hens and chickens OF the
In q constant state of
1utter lest the next visit of the fox
should be TO their peculiar roost. i,
or one, had spoken to the inspector of
police after the upset at our friends,
he Wilkins's, and he had very sensi-