The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-02-05

"There have been no less than ten
robberies since Christmas, Fred"
"lndeed, my dear. Then 1 shall start
"a burglary insurance company. Why
mott How does her nose look nowl"
"Capital; but isn't it little too re-
troussel"
Il love retrousse noses, Responded
"Cupid's nose was a pug, and pug noses
were made to love. l could never have
endured coming in contact with hatch
ct or cheese knife fashioned organ in {
sweet salute.
More stuff. But all the same, the hi
of bantering flattery does not displease
and paint away.
"Did you hear how they cleaned on
the Lemaines, those French people"
"No, my dear, did not. D."
"Oh, but it was dreadful They tool
everything-even to the table linen
'"Well, my dear, if they come here
bless EN-, what will they get? Nothing
worth having; for our property is sweet
blessing in disguise, which frees us from,
the sad anxieties of those who suffer
from a plethora of plate, a weight Of
watches, or a generosity of gems We
have our tables and our chairs, I my
paints and brushes, you your needle
work, and-and, well, your good looks
which time alone can steal. The only
mutual property, it seems to me, thai
we could lose by the burglarous bur
Cling of burglars is the baby, and hin
you homeopathically preserve"
"What do You meanl"
! "Similia similibus curautur, my love
like cures like. That the scoundreli
who make harvest of our neighborhood
may not spoil your child and crib hin
/ (crib, my dear, is a more refined wore
than prig), you spoil him yourself, ant
keep him in a crib. Let the burglars
come. I should almost rejoice, because
Of the disappointment they would be
called upon to meet. There, I shall Dc
no more to-day; the Blue Bellies may
rest in their inanity for few houri
while we seek flowers upon fair Prim
rose Hill"
did not chat the matter over sagely
enough while we had our walk, and the
little wife agreed that it would not be
wise to run away from danger thai
might never come-in fact, we might be
running into its very teeth. But, al
the same, it was a terrible nuisance, thii
constant recurrence of petty robberies
keeping, as it did, the hearts of all thu
hens and chickens Of the neighborhooC
in a constant state of hutter lest the mex
visit of the fox should be to their partic
lar roost. I, for one, had spoken to tn,
Inspector Of Police after the upset a
our friends, the Wilkinses, and he hai
very sensibly remarked that they, the
police, could not be everywhere at once
"You see, sir" he said, 'it's just this
They plan robbery, and work accord
ingly. By little watching they get t.
know our times for beingin every street
for we can't work at random, we mus
have our regular beats, SO as to checl
the men. Well, sir, they sees man on
of such and such street, and they know
/, how long it will be before he come
back, and goes to work in the mean
time"
A fortnight slipped by during which
worked hard at the ''Blue Bellies" anC
the burglars rested, for we heard N
more of their depredations, when on
day our studio was enteredby brigan,
"a black bearded, Swarthy-looking fel
low, in olive velvet, very much worn
and soft sombrero. He looked a reg
) ular burglar of the order of the lon
knife; but it was only Tom Norris, VIII
had come straight to us from Spain, al
| ter six months stay.
AS the soft spring evening closed IL
we had grand debauch. NIilly brougI
out the great glass jug, into which wa
3 emptied shilling bottle of claret, and
bottle of soda-water; while, after throw
ing up the great, heavy plate-glass sas
Of the studio window, we sat and smoke
the Spanish cigarettes, OF which Ton
had brought store
There was so much picture lore t.
canvas, that it was 10 o'clock before W
were all snug in our rooms. Then
said my catechism, and we went to bed
, By the way, may as well explain tina
my catechism is repeated to Milly ever
night; and the questions are somewha
, of this kind:
Are you sure the kitchen fire is quit
QUIT
} Did you turn off the gas'
Was the studio window securedl
Has Mary put out her light2 Etc
etc. Then put out my own, and slse
fell upon our humble roof.
was just busy paying the Spanis
woman for the great, luscious watet
= melon she had sold under the walls {
the old palace, when a fierce brigan
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