The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-02-25
BRASsER's SON CLAUDIUs.
The Fun he Made for Neighbor's Boy
Disturbing the Old FOlks-A Good Shot
Smashing Glass and Arousins q Police.
man.

The Fun he Made for q Neighbor's Boy
Disturbing the Old FOlks-A Good Shot
Smashing Glass and Arousins q Police
man.
FFTo" the Detroit { (Mieh.) Free Press.
Mr.. Brasser, who lives on Ninth
avenue, has a son about IL years old
named Claudius, and the other even
ing this boy received permission to
allow a. neighbours boy to stay all
night with him. The old people
sleep down stairs in the sitting room,
and the boys were put int room di-
rect]y above. When they went up
to bed Claudius had the clothes line
under his coat, and the neighbor's
boy had a mask in his pocket. They
didn't tkneel down and SAY their prayers
like good little boys and then Jump
into bed and tell their stories, but as
soon as the door was locked the Bras
ser boy remarked
"You'll see more fun around here
tonight than would lie on a ten-acre
lot p
From closet they brought out a
cast-of suit Of Brasser's clothes, stuff:
ed them with whatever came handy,
tied the mask and an old straw hat
on for a 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 win
dow, lifted up and down once or twice
and old Brasser was heard to leap
outAof bed with great jar. He was
just beginning to doze when he
heard sounds under his window, and
his wife suggested that it was cow
in the yard. He got up, pulled the
curtain away, and as he beheld man
standing there he shouted out:
"Great bottles but it's robber y
and he jumped into bed.
"Theodorius Brasser, are you a
fool !" screamed the wife as he mo-
nopolized all the bed clothes to cover
up his head.
"Be quiet, you old jade, you" he
whispered "perhaps he'll 60 away"'
Don't you call me a jade !" she re-
piled, reaching over and trying to
find his hair. "Git up and git the
gun and blow his head off,
"Oh, you do it!'
"Git up, you old coward" she
snapped. "I'll never live with you
another day if you don't do it!'
Brassser turned up the lamp, sat
up in bed, and cried out:
us that you, boys?'
| mercy on me git up" yelled the
wife as the straw man was knocked
against the window.
| "I'll blow his head off as clean as
milk!" said Brasser in loud voice
as he got up. He struck the stove
three or four times, upset a chair, and
reached behind the foot of the bed
and drew out an old army musket.
"Now, then, for blood !'' he contin-
ued, as he advanced to the window
and lifted the curtain.
The man was there, face close tt
the glass, and he had such malig
nant expression Of countenance tha
Brasser jumped back with a cry O.
alarm.
"Kill him Shoot him down, 70,
old noodle-head !" screamed the wife
II will-by thunder! I will !'' re
piled Brasser, and he blazed away
and tore out nearly all the lower sash
i The boys up stairs uttered a yel
and a groan, Brasser jumped for tn
window to see if the man was down
He wasn't. He stood right there
, and he made a leap at Brasser.
'tHe's coming in -perlice !-boys
I-ho! perlice! roared the old man
The tattered curtain permitted Mrs
Brasser to catch sight of a ma,
Humping up and down, and she yelled
"Theodorius, I am going to faint =
/ Faint and be darned Boys!-
perlice!' he replied, wolloping tn
sheet-iron stove with the poker.
Il "Don't you dare talk that way t,
, mel" shrieked the old woman, recoy
ering from her desire to faint.
"Po-leece Po-leece!" now cam
y from the boys up stairs, and while on
q continued to shout the other drew til
= man up, tore him limb from limb an
J. secreted the pieces.
. Several neig ghbors were aroused, a
q officer came up from the station, an
search of the premises was made
u Not SO much as track in the sno,
e was found, and the officer put on a
Il injured look and said to Mr.. Brasser
l. "A guilty conscience needs no az
I cuser."
b "That's SOL" chorussed the indig
J. nant neighbors as they departed.
i AS Mr. Brasser hung a quilt befor
/ the shattered window he remarked
=: his wife
"Now see what an old cundurang
you have made of yourself!
Don't fling any insults at me, q
:. I'll choke the attenuated life ;ou
of your" she replied.
u And the boys kicked around on th
u bed, chucked each other in the rit
> and cried:
e I'D rather be boy than be Pres
8 dent r.
j. The mule is becoming popular
= Of late, and with good reason, for
h costs less to breed and raise a mul
colt to suitable SIZE for sale than