The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1875-02-04

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scoundrel. and they need not be. af-
raid
Iran and performed the task, and
came back to find Tom arranging the
light 50 thatit fell upon the burglars
face.
Hadn't we better drag him in,
and tie e'him hand and foot?n- said |.
aYes, presently" said Tom, cooly;;
@but I am not done with. him yet
''ohl" groaned the burglar IN q
faint voice.
@Now, look here, young fellow, !
said Tom, giving him a sharp cuff
on the ear, 4stop that row, Pl&ase,o
aBpt i can't breathe, governor, its
true as goodness, I can't"
@Tis rather tight" said Tom, put
ting his band to the fellows neck
What do You say2s he continued,
Ittrning tsS.s sbsla we pEeSs yhe
sash dbwn iSsie elssFo.l
his misery?"
The poor wretch half screwed his
head around to gaze at the speaker.
"What!" he shrieked hoarsely, you
towards, murder me, would you; and
you call yourselves
@Pow"
The speech was cut short by Tom
dabbing great oily painters cloth,
gag-like. against the fellows mouth.
"Now, look here" said Tom, "you
make another sound, or so much as
move, and I'll squeeze your throat
with that sash. Here, stick this book
under edgewisc, soas to case his neck
little. There, that will do. Now
hold on my lad, and be quiet"
The fellow clungconvulsivcly with
his hands on the sill, his eyes rolled
horribly as they followed Tom Nor
ris' movements, my curiosity moved
to the utmost.
"W,hat are you going to do?" said
| |.
aTo dol" said Tom, catching up a
broad brush and some India ink,
take him, of course. What model
could ever do that so naturally
Make your hay, my boy, while the
sun shine"
@But that distorted face. 0, come,
Tom, let's have in the police and
hand him over"
'No, my boy-not if l know it
Too great a vencration for my art.
And he went on painting away.
But Of what good?.. .,,,...s.z; ..s;.-,.,,
4 tiat good. T.hr;T11y dear BOY,
where are your eyes? A Spanish
malcfactor in the garotte! Titus
Oates in the pillory! Splendid sub
.jects both of them. You keep him
quiet, and if l get good sketch |
could almost forgive him and let him
go"
l kept the poor wretch quiet,
though he groaned heavily, and
must, l am sure havcsufcred light
punishment. Then Tom painted
away with the rapidity Of finished
hand; but at one and the same mo-
ment the burglar groaned family:
Il can't stand this much longer,
governor; pray, let me 60"
And a heavy knock came to the
front door.
Iopcned to the police, who had
been summoned by Milly from the
front window, and when two men
entered my studio, their satisfied
grim expression was so telling that
Tom wanted TO make anothersketch.
However, that was not done, and he
was satisfied with that which he had
made, helping merrily to drag in our
prisoner, while l held up the heavy
sash.
"Well, sir, ali l can say is" said
the sergeant, as he fitted on the hand
cuffs to the shivering wreteh's wrist,
"ifyou set that there trap to catch
burglars, it was very clever; only"
he continued, rather contemptuously,
as he glanced around the bare studio,
81 don't see no bait"
think need say no more than
that Her Majesty is to provide for
our captive for some years to come;
and that Tom Norris made really
telling Spanish picture, almost equal
to a Philip, of a Spanish malefactor