Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-05

ClOSS. DIG UOlO IT'LL UIldG sic uaO at
last found that lovely little song that
Mrs. B. sang so charmingly, and
then she warbled out the final strain,
ending with a cadenza so stirring that
her poor husband gave up all hope of
immediate slumber, and began mildly
to expostulate
CHOW, Augusta, you're treasure |!
you're an angel. You are Heavens best
gilt to man, if you will only let me go
to sleep now. I assure you solemnly
that in all our Journey down ife's hill
together, I'll"
-" Now, Mortimer, don't You've no
idea how I've reproached myself for not
making your home more attractive to
you. I'm going to be a better woman
hereafter.
"All right, my dear but wouldn't
you rs soon defer it until tomorrow
morning?"
Prccrastination is the thief of
time Mortimer! I've often heard you
say, on coming in late, that there are
duties which will not admit of delay"
Now, Augusta, I'll surrender at dis
erection and beg your merciful considera-
ton. Be good girl now. Kiss me
goodnight and let me go to sleep"
That dreadful woman turned her
tempting little mouth to receive the
proffered kiss, and her deluded hus-
band, accepting that as "fag of truce. :"
rashly ran his mouth against pin.
"Thunder and blazes Are you an ami
mated pincushion ?" and, with an indig.
nant bounce he turned his face to the
wall and snored resolutely.
Augusta passed few ret1ectlve mo-
ments in silence as she had done Occa-
sionally at certain stage Of game OF
chess. She was evidently considering
her next move. Mortimer, Mortimer !!
cried she, in an excited whisper (she had
determined on her plan for checkmate),
Mortimer, hush There's some one in
the house."
eyes, I should think there was" and
then his wife crept closer to him, appar-
emily trembling in every nerve. "There
is, Mortimer Please get up, dear y
Now, you've really accomplished
what you wished, I suppose. Probably
Mysteries will be the next card" En-
tire silence for short time. There are
occasions when nothing is more effect
i've.
CHOW, won't you get up, Mortimer,
and go through the house and then [
will let you go to sleep, but hear such
queer noise, and have such strange
feeling. I'm sure there's some one
around"
81 wish you would have lucid inter-
val and 90 to sleep before it subsidies.
I'm tired of this
$50 am !, in nervous, frightened
tone.
"Well, come on If you want a prom
enade, I'll head the procession, but
you've got to follow No hanging back
Where do you want me to go?" said
the desperate nan, as with lamp in one
hand and pistol in the other, in all the
classic simplicity of his nocturnal at
tire, he confronted his trembling wife
"come on, say!
eco up the tower stairway" sug-
gested she, meekly, and he went.
"Now through the back chambers"
and he went, she following somewhat
timidly, yet confidence in her husbands
prowess supporting her faltering steps.
"Well, is that alp" as they turned
from the unsuccessful quest. "Does the
line of march halt here? If not, just
lead on, General. Can't give the military
salute, you know, as both hands efull. "
"Just look out on the north veranda,
dear, and then'I won't say another
word"
Augusta judiciously took the lamp at
this juncture, and fell back in order to
leave her husbands hands free for the
dread encounter. He opened the door.
He uttered fervent ejaculation, he
made sudden upward and backward
movement and he fired his pistol, and
these all so nearly simultaneously that
their order of succession would have
been difficult to determine. Some one
fell heavily to the floor, but it was some
one behind him and not before him.
Had he shot his wife ? He turned to see
that injured person in little heap upon
the floor holding her sides. He rushed
to her.
"My darling, have I killed you ?"
"OG. no! I think I shall get over
t." and then came an explosion which
caused him to look again toward the
door and see his burglar standing there
calm and majestic, gazing at him with
what seemed an air of mild rebuke.
I think our special artist should have
been at hand just then. The few min
utes occupied by Mr.. Joslyn in taking
in the situation would have been full of
inspiration to one of genius. It was a
ta6leau UiUa,at where the full light fell
on the central figure, and all the Access
SORES were entirely classic and simple.
Mrs. Joslin will always remember il.
She says she could have studied it
longerhad not Mortimer turned the light
out SO abruptly.
There was no further conversation
that night, but Mrs. Joslin's brief replies
to queries regarding the firing of that
pistol led to an article in the daily pa
per headed GEARING Attempt at
Burglary" Mr.. Joslin, however, abso.
lutely refused to be interviewed in refer
ence to it, but it was observed that he
spent all of his evenings at home for an
entire week from that date.