The daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1873-1877, 1875-02-20
From the Detroit Free Pres.

From the Detroit Free Press.
Mr.. Brasser, who lives on Ninth avenue,
has son about twelve years old named
and the other evening this boy
received permission to allow neighbor
boy to stay all night with him. The old
people sleep down stairs in the sitting
room, and the boys were put in room al,
rectly above. When they went mp to ped
Claudius had the clothes line under his
coat. and the neighbor' boy had q mask
in his rocket. They didn't kneel down ana
sav their prayers like good boys and then
hmm into bed and tell bear stories. but as |
soon as the door was locked the brasser
IYou'Il see more fan around here to-
NIGHT than would lie on ten-acre lot !" Il
IRON acloset they. brought out q cast
M u,it of Brasser,s clothes stuffed them
With whatever came handy. tied the mask
and an old straw hat on for head, and
while one boy was carefully raising the
window the other was tying the clothes
line around the man" The image was
lowered down in front Of the sitting room
window, lifted up and down once or twice
and old Brasser was heard to leap out OF
bed with q great jar. He was just begin
ming to doze when he heard sounds under
his window, and his wife suggested that
liz was a COW in the yard. He got up, pull
ed the curtain away, and as he beheld q
man standing there he shouted out:
"Great bottles but it's robber u and
he jumped into bed. -,
"Theodorius Brasser, are you Q fool T.
screamed the wife as he monopollzed all
the bed clothes to cover up his head,
BE quiet, you old jade. you : he whis-
pered ;Iperhaps he'll 60 awayP
Don't you call me a jade r. she REPLIED
a reaching over and trying to find his hair
, Cit up and git the gun and blow his head
off r'L4A Is &--ls.< '< 80 -
"Ohl you doitl" -ti-j :,
"Git up, you old coward" she snapped.
I'll never live with you another day II you
don't do itl"s - .
Brasser turned up the lamp, sat up il
; bed, and cried out: 10
t''Is that you boys?'
"Mercy on me git upl'' yelled the wife
8 as thelstraw man was knocked against TIL
e window. -,
+ mi blow his head off as clean as milk
said Brasser in loud voice as he got up
s He struck the stove three or four times
e upset chair, and reached behind the foo
y of the bed and drew out an old army mus
lket
!, snow, then, for blood |" be continued a
) be advanced to the window and lifted tn
g curtain. +4a~A --S-~s So
g The man was there, face close to th
e class and he had such malignant expires
d sion of countenance that Brasser jumpe
e back with cry of alarm.
Kill him shoot him down. you old MOI
g die headl'' screamed the wife.
II 81 will-by thunder I will, reptile
h Brasser, and he blazed away. and tore OF
m nearly all the lower sash.
'e The boys up stairs uttered a yell and
Is groan, and Brasser jumped for the windo
IS to see if the man was down. He WASH
e He stood right there, and he made lea
70 at Brasser.
Id He's coming inl-perlice boys !
ho! perlice !" roared the old man.
er The tattered curtain permitted Mr.
n Brasser to catch sight of man jumpiI
as up and down, and she yelled:
OF 'Theodorius, I'm going to faint T.
Is "Faint and be darned Boys !-perlice
as he replied, wolloping the sheet iron sto
p. with poker. ...-r ....
ITO Don't you dare talk that way to me
en- shrieked the old woman, recovering fro
lat her desire to faint.
cC "Po-leece PO-leece! now came ire
ne the boys up stairs, and while one cont
SIX ned to shout the other drew the man u
tore him limb from limb and secreted t
Ia pieces.
Inc Several neighbors were aroused, an o
The Ger came up from the station, and scar
nd of the premises was made. Not
the much as track in the snow was four
INTO and the officer put on an injured look a
the said to Mr.. Brasser:
by "a guilty conscience needs no accusel
/, AS Mr.. Brasser hung quilt before
the shattered window he remarked to his wi
his mo see what an old cundurango J
ed, made of yourselfi"
ase Don't fling any insults at me, or
his choke the attenuated life out Of you'll {
nat replied
in And the boys kicked around on the b
VS. chucked each other in the ribs and erie
nee I'D rather be boy than be presiden