The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-09-24

my room without making such a
noise Z"
The fellow, taken somewhat aback mt
being addressed in this way, said in low
but menacing voice, and pointing re-
volver at me:
"Shut up! What do you take me
for!"
81 took You for john" / replied,
with well assumed nonchalance
"but / didn't suppose he was after
anything valuable in my room, except
one thing, andy the way, if you
are not the unluckiest fellow in the
world"
=" Hows that ?" growled my visitor.
"Well, / have a very good watch
but if you want to get it you must
pay visit to the watchmaker's after
YOU leave here, for / had what L
considered the bad, but what seems the
good fortune, to break the main
spring yesterday, and left it for re-
pairs.
"You are precious cool one - said
he, evidently astonished at my indiffer-
ence.
"What is the use of getting excited or
attempting to resist you9 You are
armed, and you see l am not and if
you had no weapon your fighting weight
must be at least thirteen stone, while
mine is hot more than nine and half. /
have no idea of interfering with you.
III the room were filed with dia-
monds L would not lift my finger to save
them. Take all you can find; / am
going to sleep, so don't make any more
noise"
Hold on" said the fellow 4" where
are your keys2"
81 suppose you want to make as much
of haul as you can," L said so
look i'll my pants hanging over the
bed-post there, and you'll find my
pocket-book, with few stamps in it, !"
II was nearly time for the policeman
to pass, and l paused to listen. / must
i'll few moments put my plan into exc
cution.
A glance quick as lightning showed
me that the key of the door was on the
outside.
My listening expression did not es-
cape the practiced eye of my grim Wis
itor. 1t was curious scene, no doubt.
| sitting in my bed, in my night-clothes,
unarmed, and this stalwart ruffian, pis-
tol in hand, glaring half srlspiciously,
half ferociously at me, and almost in the
crouching attitude of tiger about to
spring upon his prey. But there l sat,
very coolly conversing with him,
the necessity of the moment keep
ing my wits too wide awake to allow
my fears to get the upper hand for an
instant.
"What are you listening to 2" asked
the burglar.
"I thought heard a cry of fire."
In that instant, and in the dead still
ness of the night, / heard the tramp
of the policeman. 1t was some distance
off,
You will find" 1 said, "some
clothes of mine in the press they will,
however, be too small for you. Good
night the keys are in the middle draw
er.
He turned to the drawer indicated,
and as he did so, with one tremendous
bound / cleared the space between my
bed and the door, slammed the door,
and locked it upon him. Oblivious of
my dishabille, l sprang to the steps. /
had two flights to descend and the door
to open before could reach the yard,
but it was hardly possible for him to
descend the ladder more quickly.
Bounding rather than running down
stairs, 1 flung back tee bolt and dashed
into the yard. He was half way down
! the ladder.
Shouting "police :" Justify, l seized
the ladder at the bottom, and, using all
my power brought it and the burglar to
the ground with a crash. The pistol he
held in his hand dropped from his grasp.
/ made dash for it, and he, springing
to his feet like cat, made a rush at me,
and as l stopped seized me by the
nape of the neck. 1 turned the pistol
upward and pulled the trigger. 1t mere
ly snapped there were no more charges
in it.
With terrible oath, the baffled vii
lain wrenched the pistol from my grasp
and raised it aloft to deal me what
might have proved fatal blow,
when there was rush behind him
and he was felled to the ground.
The policeman had heard my shout and
was just in time to rescue me.
my excitement / was about to relate
the story l have here told, when
the policeman with smile suggested
that 1 might "ketch cold in them
clothes"
/ then remembered for the first time
since l had sprung from bed, that I was
shoeless and stockingless, and had moth
ing on but my night shirt, and l beat a
hasty retreat. With long drawn
breath, / took my fine gold repeater
which had such narrow escape, and was
not at the watchmaker's at all, from
under my pillow, looked at the hour,
turned in, and after little while feel
asleep.
The above story, narrated afterward
to jury when l was in better trim for
story telling than was when the police
man interrupted me, had the effect of
giving my visitor lodgings in public
institution, and secured me against q
repetition of his call for at least ten
| years.
An AmphibiOus Bear.
Mr.. Albert Campbell, of Weston, VT,
was out fishing a few days since and