The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-07-24
9Fred straiphtenad himself

Erred Strengthened himself ana
squared his shoulders. 1 wouldn't
hesitate mon ent to shoot him., said
he, valiantly. tell you, it would be
good burglar tfat could get away from
me-
.Al rested his chin in his hands, and
gazed thoughtfully into the glowing
Goals.
& asWell,' said he, slowly, it is hard
to tell what fellow might do under
such circumstances. ] rather believe,
though, would take good care to keep
out of his way. What would you do,
Tom?
asMe?' I exclaimed. Very likely
I'd cover my head with the bedclothes
and leave him to carry off house and
all if he could
"Fred was about to make another re-
mark, but was prevented by the doctor,
who appeared in the doorway. We'll,
boys said he, don't you think we've
had enough talk about robberies for one
evening? It is getting late now, and
your continual talk has bothered me SO
that have only written one page dur
ing the last half hour, and on that page
| have written four times the word
"burgulary" instead of bravery"
Bidding him goodnight we went up
stairs, and were soon fast asleep.
about midnight awoke with the
consciousness of having heen aroused
by some unusual noise. Slightly rails
ing my head I listened, and heard a
scraping sound at the back hall window.
owe three boys occupied the front
room on the third floor, the same that
you and Atkinson had at one time. It
was bright moonlight night. Glanc
ing towards the Hobbs bed, I saw them
both sitting up. The noise had aroused
them also.
There's some one trying to get in
that hall window said AL, in whisper.
I'm going to see.'
await and listen awhile, urged Fred.
"'And give the fellow chance to get
in?' exclaimed Al. No; we better stop
him where he is
"'Let's call the DOCTOR said Fred.
""There isn't time for that. Don't
you hear him christening the window
bolt? Come, hurry! I'm going to take
the old musket; you take the bat
"'The gun isn't loaded said Fred !;
and his voice actually trembled.
Whether he was shivering from cold or
fright, don't know.
"It will scare him just the same,'
said Al; and, taking down the rusty
frearm, he hurried out into the hall,
followed at little distance by his
brother, armed with the baseball bat.
Il was never very brave, and there
fore l took good care to keep as far be-
hind Fred as he was behind his brother !;
in fact, to be more honest, I merely
ventured as far as the door, and there
peeped into the hall.
"A man'si form was crawling through
the window, but he seemed to be so oc-
cupied by keeping the sash up that he
had not yet noticed the two boys. AS
he threw one leg over the sill, he
thrust his hand into his breast pocket
and drew out small, dark object.
"'Murder! he's drawing a pistol!'
roared Fred, in terror; and, turning
hastily to fly, he ran against me in the
doorway, and we both fell sprawling
upon the floor.
Robbers! fret shrieked Fred.
Here's another one! and, darling into
an opposite room, he crawled under the
bed there.
Move another inch and I'll fire!'
cried AL, pointing the musket at the
mans breast.
"'Och! murther! Masther AL, don't
be afther a-shootin' mel! came familiar
voice in broad Hibernian accents.
ut was Pat, the doctors man.
What! is that you, Pat?' ex-
claimed Al, lowering the weapon.
Sorra the day for me an it wur,'
said the Irishman, as he carefully de-
posted on the floor the pistol Fred had
seen him draw, which was simply a
small, flat bottle. He then leisurely
lifted his other ponderous foot over the
window-sill, shook himself, as if to as
certain whether he had whole skin,
and shut the window. Then he picked
up the bottle, and carefully replaced it
in his coat pocket.
Meanwhile, Al ha7 been quietly
laughing, and / was still on the floor
laughing and rubbing the bruises on
my legs, which had been caused by
Fred's collision.
"' What's the meaning of this?'
whispered al. "'How is it, Pat, that
you come into the house in this way
instead of by the door,
"Well, you see,' said Pat, I just
whit the night to say me cousin, who is
a-workin' at the Smiu's, an not moindin'
to disturb the docther an his wife, sure
didn't | put the long laddher forninst
the winder, intindin' to take out that
new pane of glass that was raycintly
tackled in, an inter in as nate an quiet
as ye place; but the lad was scared
bit. Where is hep
Who? Fred 2 asked AL.
"Ay, it's Fred I mane,' said Pat.
Having by this time rubbed nv