Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-03-07
HOW the Boys Served Mr.. Brasser

MT. Brasser, who lives on Ninth ave.
nue., has a son about twelve years oId
named Claudius, and the other evening
this boy received permission to allow q
T III, boy to stay all night with him
me ola people sleep down stairs in the
Slttihg-room, and the boys were put into
room directly above. When they went
up to bed Claudius had the clothes-line
under his coat and the neighbours how
had mask in his pocket. They didn't
kneel down and say their prayers like
g0od boys and then jump into bed and
Tell Dear stories, but as soon as the door
was locked the Brasser boy remarked:
You ii see more fun around here to-
night than would lie in ten acre lott"
FROM closet they brought out a cast
OF suit of Brasser's clothes. stuffed them
win whatever came handy, tied the mask
ana an old straw hat on for head. and
"ihle one boy was carefully raising the
wlhdow the other was tying the clothes
llne 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
the bed with a great jar. He was Just
beginning TO doze when he heard sounds
under his window, and his wife suggested
'hat 1t was COW in the yard He got I'D.
pulled the curtain away, and as he be-
held a man standing there he shouted
out:
Great bottles but its robbers " and he
jumped into bed.
"Iheodorius Brasser, are you fool?"
screamed the wife as he monopolized all
the bed clothes to cover up his head.
BE quiet, you old jade, you" he whis-
pered; perhaps he'll go awaym
Don't you call me jaden she re-
piled, reaching over and trying to find his
hair, Cit up and git the gun and blow
his head of"
"Oh! you do itn'
"Git up, you old coward" she snapped.
"l'll never live with you another day if
you don't do it,
Brasser turned up the lamp, sat up in
bed and cried out
as that you, boysl"
Mercy on me! git upw yelled the wife
window.
"I'll blow his head off as clean as milk"
said Brasser in loud voice as he got up.
He struck the stove two or three times,
upset chair and reached behind the foot
Of the bed and drew out an old army
musket.
''Now then for blood" he continued as
| bo ol,-n,onl 10, opl 1,ft,I In
curtain.
The man was there, face close to the
glass, and he had such a malignant ex
preston of countenance that Brasser
jumped back with a cry of alarm.
"kill him. Shoot him down, you old
noodlehead' screamed the wife.
81 wildly thunder! will!' replied
Brasser, and he blazed away and tore out
nearly all the lower sash.
The boys up stairs uttered yell and
groan, and Brasser jumped for the win
dow to see if the man was down. lie
wasn't. He stood right there and he made
a leap at Brasser.
"He's coming in-perlice-boys-ho!
perlice!' roared the old man.
The tsttered curtain permitted Mrs.
Brasser to catch sight of man jumping
up and down and she yelled:
"Theodorius, I'm going to faint.'
Faint and be darned-boys-perlice! y
he replied, wolloping the sheet-iron stove
with the poker. -,
Don't YOU dare talk that way to me y
shrieked the old woman, recovering IRON
her desire to faint.
"Po-leece! Po-leece!' now came iron
the boys up stairs and while one continues
to shout the other drew the man up, tor
him limb from limb and secreteo u
pieces. &C
Several neighbors were aroused, an OF
Ger came up from the station, and a scar
of the premises was made. Not so mu
as a track in the snow was found, ana
officer put on an injured look and salo
Mr.. Brasser:
"a guilty conscience needs no
cuser." .,;a
5 ..That's sou chorussed the lndlgn
n neighbors as they departed.
: As Mr.. Brasser hung a quit DE
y the shattered window, he remarked &c
u wife:
sc "Now see what an old cunderanSo
IS made of yourself !" 49,
re Don't fling any insults at me, or
N choke the attenuated life out Oh J
IN she replied. na or
bed, chucked each other IN the fio
"a. cried: ., D-;5
Tot "rd rather be a boy than be fre'ic
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