The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-10-13

And that boy, sir, 8 nothing much to
speak Of. L hear that his masters very
doubtful of him. We expect to give him
nights lodging before long"
"Dear me-" said mamma "why it
seems that the air teens with thieves !"
"I shouldn't much care about the
air, D." remarked Aunt Jane; it's the earth
I'm concerned with"
Whereupon we all felt bound to laugh;
and the policeman, saying that we
should have some one down" in the
morning, backed out into the passage
to have little private conversation with
Susannah about the man who used to
work at Mason's, the oil shop, and thence
into the street. A little while, and we
were all in bed again, and the house
done up rs tight as drum or n sardine
tin.
To-day. from the first peep of dawn,
Z. e., half-past nine A. NJ, when 1 woke,
till now, four o'clock in the afternoon,
Susannah has been "giving particulars. :"
First came two detectives, wonderful
fine men both," she tells me, but the
one with Roman nose is most to her
taste ; then the owners of the cabbages
and the cucumber frame aud beehive,
the latter stout little old gentleman in
black and shovel hat, and tremendous
passion. Papa went and had it out
with him; and having spluttered and
clustered away till they were tired, they
arm, to search for footsteps. One was
covered up with basket, as if it was
alive and would run away. Since then
the bell and knocker have had q stiffish
time of it. Jem, our boy, was given
the first number of Fanny Folks, and
told to sit in the hall on purpose to play
porter, Maria declaring that her legs
would snap under her if she had much
more running. Let a man own but
potato, he must needs set off here post
haste to know if the thief could have
fled over it. When the last ring came
it was the thirty-second I counted
them-I said to Aunt Jane: "What in
the world can this man have come
about2"
"My DEAR" said she, "he is the proud
possessor OF half Brussels sprout.'
December 2.-Nothing is known.
Susannah has been confronted with the
man who works ut Mason's. She says
he is not ut all like what she thought,
and not the least like our burglar. The
Roman-nosed detective calls every two
hours, and seldom stays less than one.
December 3.-This morning the
Roman-nosed one came to take Susan
nah to see n man who was painting q
house in Campbell terrace. 1t occupied
three hours. This evening the fish was
a shapeless wreck, owing to this orDa-
ment of his native land having come in,
just rs dinner should have been served,
to ascertain the precise color of our
burglars coat.
December 4-The milkboy has been
arrested. We are all agog. We feel
so certain something will be found out
now.
December 5.-Nothing has been
found out; but this morning, after
mamma had ordered dinner, Susannah
informed her that she should like to
leave at Christmas, if she could make it
convenient.
"Leave |" said mamma, looking
AS:c35sh1u' "We1i, ,m," "nS simpered susannah,
I'm going to lie married"
"Indced" said mamma. "I hope
you have made good choice"
81 think so, M" was the smiling
answer; leastways, so far rs I can
judge"
"And who is it 2" inquired my moth
er. "Not the baker 2"
"Lor, no, M" said Susannah, get
ting quite red. "The baker, indeed 20
"I'll tell you, mother" said I, sagely
Il was teaching Monton to beg for
cocoanut drop by the fre-"it's the
Roman-nosed detective. Now isn't it,
Susannah ?"
Susannah smiled.
So if our burglar did nothing else-a
sixpenny-bit and four postage stamps
were all he got-he has contrived to rob
us of our cook.