St. Landry democrat., 1884-08-02

in excellent condition. My father had
them direct from Spain in the year
80, and they must be in magnificent
order"
sWhat is the labelP" he inquired.
bending over, with the eye OF con-
noisseur. to examine it.
Like lightning she tipped up his heels
and in he fell, head first, right into the
bin, and blowing out the candle she ran
for her life to the cellar steps, up which
she went quicker than she had ever as
cended them before.
Breathless and painting she reached
the top and shut the door, which closed
only with a key. Her sense told her
that she was now doubly in danger; he
had been in good temper, but if he got
out she would have to contend with
desperate ruffian. This frail door would
be nothing to such a man; he could
break it down like reed.
With her frail strength the dauntless
woman dragged the heavy diningtable
against it, and on that she piled chairs,
heavy drawers, anything everything
on which she could lay her hands, he
meanwhile cursing downstairs and try
ing to tumble his way to the top.
She said that in all her life she never
worked so hard or possessed such
strength as when constructing that bar
ricade between herself and utter de-
struction.
At this crisis she thought of Don, the
great Watchdog, and wondered at his
| silence.
Running to the back door, which she
found wide open, she saw him stretched
dead at his post.
No time could she waste in sentiment
al regret, but as she returned to guard
her fortress the tears rushed to her eyes
as she remembered the many lonely
evenings she and Don had watched the
dancing freight in the old sitting-room
together, and how he had never failed
to show her the most untiring and un-'
/ selfish devotion.
A weaker woman would have run
away, but Miss Glynn was made OF no
such metal. The servants would be
home at four O clock; it was then two,
and during those intervening hours
she proposed to remain and protect her
property.
Selling an old gun of her fathers,
which had always stoodin the hall, she
took her post at the cellar door, wait
inc for what might come. 1t was not
loaded, ''but an empty gun has done
wonders before, and may again" she
said to herself.
It was not long before the man found
the steps and his way up them, and then
began such a battering at that door,
such yolleys of abuse, oaths and curses,
as nearly curdled her blood, and which,
she declares, rang in her ears for many
a long day afterward.
Think of those two hours for that
woman, alone. and with only an I'M
loaded gun to protect her against that
ruffian
| But she lived through it. Provi
dence and that dining table protected
her.
He was strong man, but he had
taken deep draught of wine before he
came up, and he was more unsteady
than when he went down, SO when the
servants came home, tired and sleepy
from their junketing, they found her
there, white as death, but firm as ever.
John Thorn took horse. saddled it
and rode furiously to neighboring
farmhouse, and in twenty minutes
three strong men opened that cellar
door, and pinioned the hero OF the
night.
And Miss Glynn?
/ Oh. she got over the effects of her
adventure, though she never afterward
allowed her servant to leave her alone
at night, and she told me that she al
ways kept loaded revolver by her bed
side And know this story is true, for
Miss Glynn was my aunt.
| And the burglar?
| Oh, he added another six years dis
sipation at Sing Sing to his former list
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