The weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1883, 1883-05-09
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The Bad Boy Still Permitted to
Live and Torture His
Father.

The Bad Boy Still Permitted to
Live and Torture His
Father.
From RecPs Sun.
II hear you had burglars over TO your
house last night" said the grocery man
TO the bad boy, u he came in and sat on
the counter right over little gimlet hole
where the grocery man had fixed q darn
ing needle 90 that by pulling string the
needle would Ay up through the hole
rnd run into the boy about an inch. The
grocery man had been laying for the boy
for two days, and now that he had got
him right over the hole the first time, it
made him laugh to think how he would
make HIM jump and yell, and as he edged
of and got hold of the string the boy
looked unconsciousof impending danger.
The grocery man pulled, and the boy sat
eth. He pulled again and again, and
finally the boy said:
sYes, It Is reported that we had burg
lars over there. o, you needn't pull
that string any more. heard YOU was
setting trap for me, and put q piece
Of board inside my pants, and thought l
would let you exercise yourself Go
ahead 4 i apansss Jon y dent huEt
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The grocery man looked sad, and then
smiled sickly sort Of . smile, at the fail
ure of his plan to puncture the boy, and
then he said, "Well, how was it. The
policeman didn't seem to know much
about the particulars. He said there was
90 much deviltry going on at your house
that nobody could tell when anything
was serious, and he was inclined to think
1t was . put up job"
"Now, let's have an understanding" /"
says the boy. Whatever I say, you are
mot to give me away. It's go, is it. I
have always been afraid Of you, because
you have . sort of decayed egg look about
you. You are like q peck Of potatoes
with the big ones on top, sort of .
strawberry box, with the bottom raised
up, 30 have thought you would go back
on fellow. But ifyou won't give this
away here goes. You see l heard ma
tell pa to bring up another bottle of lini-
ment last night. When ma corks her
self or has q pain anywhere, she just
uses linlment for al that is out, and a
pint bottle don't last more than week.
Well, told my chum, and we laid for
pa. This liniment ma uses is awful hot,
and almost blisters. Pa went to the
Langtry show, and did mot get home till
eleven O'Clock, and me and my chum
decided to teach pa . lesson. don't
think it is right for a man to go to the
theatres and not take his wife or his lit
tie boy. So We concluded to burgle pa.
We agreed to lay on the stairs, and when
he came up my chum was to hit him on
he head with a dried bledder, and I was
to stab him on his breast pocket, with a
stick, and break the liniment bottle, and
make him think he was killed. 1t
couldn't have worked better if we had
rehearsed it. We had talked about burg
lan at supper time, and got pa nervous,
20 when he came up stairs and was hit
on the head with the bladder, the first
thing he said was burglars by mighty,
and he started to 60 back, and then hit
him on the breast pocket, where the bot
tie was, and then We rushed by him,
down the stairs, and then I said in a
stage whisper, I guess he's dead man,
and we went down cellar and up the
back stairs to my room and undressed
Pa hollered to ma that he was murdered,
and pa called me, and I came down in
my night shirt, and the hired girl she
came down, and pc was on the lounge
and he said hislife blood was fast ebbing
away. He held his hand on the wound
and said he could feel the warm blood
trickling clear down to his boots. I told
pa to stuff some tar into the wound, such
as he told me to put on my lip to make
my moustache grow, and "a said, MY
boy this is no time for trifing. Your pa
on his last legs. When come up
istain I met six burglars, and I attacked
them and forced four of them down, and
was going to hold them and send for the
police, when two more that / did MOI
know about, jumped on me and 1 wa,
getting the best Of them, when one o.
them struck me over the head with 9
crow bar, and the other stabbed me te
the heart with q butcher knife. have
received my death wound, my boy, and
my hot southern blood, that offered up
20 freely for my country, in her time o.
need, is passing from my body, and soor
your pa will be only piece Of poor clay
Get some ice and put on my stomach
and all the way down for am burning
up went to the water pitcher and got
. big chunk Of ice and put inside pal
shirt, and while ma was tearing up an
old shirt to stop the flood of blood, ]
asked pa if he felt better, and if he could
describe the villains who had murdered
him. Pa grasped and moved his legs Il
get them cool from the clotted blood, he
said, and he went on, One of them wa
about six foot high, and had sandy
moustache. / got him down and hit
him in the nose, and il the police finds
him his nose will be broke. The second
one was thick cot, and weighed about
two hundred. I had him down, and my
boot was on his neck, and I was knock
ing two more down, when I was hit
The thick Get one will have the mark o.
boot heels on his throat. Tell the police
when am gone, about the boot heel
marks By this time ma had got the
shirt tore up, and she stuffed it under
pas shirt, right where he Said he wa
hit, and pa was telling US what to do tt
settle his estate, when ma began to smell
the liniment, and she found the broken
bottle in his pocket, and searched pa fol
the place were he was stabbed, and then
she begun to laugh, and pa got mad and
said he didn't see a. . death bed scene