Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1878-05-15

to tho saving Of Franks life and ON
property,
Whether Aunt Jemima rejoiced
most over the latter facts, or that ol
tho advent Of q burglar II would be
impudent to declare, But II Il very
certain that Frank aud were any
thing but mirthiul when the subject
OF burglars was discussed, more eSpec-
tally as Frank was walking around
with very sore head aud m unbe-
comingly black eye,
Besides this, may state that Frank
took the precaulon TO unearlh his re-
yolycr aud place II, loadeu, In the
wasbsland drawer greatly TO Aunt
Jemima's satisfaction, in the midst OF
which she insisted on being Initiated
into the mysteries Of loading aud FIR
Ing, declaring at the close Of her sec
ond lesson, that all the bngaIs in the
wcrld' could not fiightcu her, since
she could manage pistol.
The second morning after the bur
glars visit, went TO market, leaving
Betty in charge Of the house, aud
Aunt Jcmima busy packing her trunk
IN the third story front room,
For the time being, Aunt Jcmima
was qni,c oblvlous Of burglars, and
her ears filed with the sound Of pass
ing drays, carts and carriages, she
heard nothing OF the sound within
doors.
Consequently when, little before
my return, she went down to my
room on some triiling eTand and
found - man with Il heavy ovcrcoat
and slouch hat on, standing in front
OF the bureau and turning over
Franks especial drawer ia hot haste,
she frantically raised her voice:
'Bugals bugals ! she shrieked, and
then as the man hastily turned his
heavily bearded face toward her, she
ran to the washstand, aud snatching
the revolver from the drawer, cooked
and discharged it in twinkling.
Hold ! hold !! shouted the man as
he pressed his hand against his hip,
under sharp pain, and then stag
gered to n chair. Good heavens, you
have shot me. woman!
Yes, that l have, you black bugal |!
cried Aunt Jemima eycitedly, and
now I'll p'lice you!
And again raising her voice in the
frantic cry of 'Bugals! Bugals"' she
rushed from the room, and down the
stairs, pistol in one hand, and the ever
ready rattle IN the other.
'Bugals! Bugals Betty! she
screamed, to the stricken ser
want in tho lower hall. And, then,
with bound, she opened the front
door, springlug her rattle, and shrek
ing at the top of her voice. 'P'Iice !!
P1ice Come, p'lice! Bugals Bu-
gals !!
I was few rods from the door at
the moment that Aunt Jemma ap-
peared, and rushed forward with the
two policemen, who, marvellous to re-
late, were at hand
They've made another attempt !!
l cried, as l fastened up the steps.
yes, and I've shot him! exclaimed
Aunt Jemima, tragically. you'll find
him in the second story front room,
p'lice. But, dear me, send away that
crowd first, or III have more of 'em
on my hands.
So the crowd was hurriedly driven
back, and the door shut and double
locked by Aunt Jemima, and then we
hastened up to the wounded burglar.
The policemen were ahead, and, by
the time l had got into the room, had
their prisoner by the shoulder. AT
the door paused, while Aunt Jemi-
ma cried, triumphantly;
'rhere he is Now, amt he a gen
tlemanly-looking fellow to be at such
dirty work He looks deal better
now his hats off,
BY that time recovered the use OF
my tongue, which the first glance at
the prisoner had deprived me OF, and
/ asplrated:
Ned! Why, when did you comet
And then ] hurried across the
room, and said hastily, There must
be some mistake. Policemen, this
gentleman is my husbands brother
sAnd confounded warm welcome
I've got! cried Ned. Who's that
tigress there, I'd like to knows' point
ing to Aunt Jemima, who had lald
down her pistol and stood staring at
US, the picture OF CONSERVATION.