Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-06-28

id stuff! wonder how Mr.. Burglar
win like that"
And Mrs. Fillisy surveyed with
honest pride the work of her fertile
rain. and nimble, but wounded fingers,
She had contrived, by dint of twist
ing and turning the barbed wire in
every shape and direction. to create q
perfect battery of needle points on the
lower step.
You couldn't put your finger down
without getting pricked," she solilo
4uized as she attacked the next step
Now you see person might have a
carpet of this, that she could spread
Town before windows and doors, and if
burglar were to step real hard on it
he'd surely have to scream, and tia
would wake one; and then, while he
was nursing his foot. why one could
shoot him, or catch him, or something
Oh. dear, there's another scratch
What awful hard work it is to be an
inventor
And Mrs. Fillisy stuck her finger in
her mouth and sighed deeply. 1t was
eleven o'clock before she had completed
her network of wire upon the last
step, and then, too tired TO do as she
had intended stretch the wire across
her bedroom door--she contented her
self with rolling the dressing-case
against the door, and retired, convinced
that no burglar would set foot inside
her room that night.
But hardly had she laid her head on
her pillow when there sounded from
the little cot beside her the wall, Il
want drink want drink! Use
awful thirsty"
Merciful sakesl She had forgotten,
In her interest in her invention, to
bring up any water! There, there,
darlingl Now go to sleepl That's
mammals pet"
81 ont l want drink can't go
to seep widout drink"
ooh, dear! There's no help fol- it, 1
suppose. How ever in this world am
l to get down those stairs?"
Taking the night-lamp in her hand,
she surveyed the. situation. "The only
way is to slide down" And, suiting
the action to the word, she initiated the
riotous schoolboy in his wild fight
through space. She reached the lower
floor safely enough, albeit somewhat
Jared by her Unaccustomedl ocomotion;
but when she had filled her pitcher and
retraced her steps to the foot of the
stairs, she regarded the proofs of her
inventive genius with Mortified dismay
From the dim regions above came
the wall, 81 want drink" while the
chorus of still smaller voi<e filled the
night with the music of its ''Meows
meowsr'
Eyes, darliAgs, mother is coming"
But how? She couldn't slide up. Be
side, her hands were full. But those
clamorous voices called forth every
energy, and, leaving her lamp at the
foot of the stairs, she crept up slowly,
hand over hand, foot over foot, on the
outside of the bannister, and, cropping
her way to her room, quieted the voices
with the few drops of water remaining
in the pitcher, and then went down, in
another wild flight after Ter lamp.
Worn out with her exertions, when
she reached her room, she fell asleep
almost Immediately. She was awaken
ed little later by shrill scream of,
''Oh. wurra, wurral It's murtherin'
snake, it ISL and jumping up bewilder-
ed, she recognized Bridget's voice in
the
"Why, what is the matter, Bridget ?
.sShure and matther is it? It's a
snake or some other murtherin' haste
has hurried me fut that bad mushal
mushar' and Bridget sat on the hall
flool rolling from side to side and hold
ing her wounded foot in her hand.
"Oh, no, Bridget, it's only the bur-
glar alarm. forgot to tell you about