The Arizona sentinel., 1888-07-28
A BURGLAR.

Rose Underwood Tells the Story of Her
 and Her Sisters Adventure.
 Rose Underwood and her sister Fanny, and several of the other girls, were clustered around the stove at recess. It was cold day, and some of the seats in the old schOol-house were none too warm, and there was generally rush for the stove at recess. A few boys hovered shyly on the outskirts of the ter. It was rarely that a boy dared raise his voice. However, to-day one of them happened to be remarkably wise upon a certain topic which was agitating them all, so he had spoken quite at length, with the blushes mounting higher and higher in his chubby, hon. est face. There had been burglary the night before in the village grocery store, and his father kept the store, so of course he knew a great deal about it, and had right to speak.
 Rose Underwood's sister Fanny look ed significantly at her when there was lull in the discussion. Say, Rose, tell them about your burglar" said she.
 Rose colored up and laughed. ''It isn't worth telling"
 "Yes, 'tis, too. Tell it Rose" All the others chimed in. ''Tell it, Rose that's a good girl, now dO."
 . ''Fanny can tell it just as well as l." said Rose. ''It was her burglar as much as mine."
 70, Rose! you know it wasn't, cried Fanny. You know you did the most of it. Tell it. think you might" Rose smoothed her white apron down over her plaid dress refectively. ''Well, it isn't worth telling" she said again. "All there was about, it happened be- fore we came here to live, you know; when we lived in Grover. I wasn't but twelve years old and Fanny was only ten and half. Well, one night Mir. Green came for mother to watch with Mrs. Greens sister. She was real sick with fever, and they were all worn out at his house taking care of her. And mother didn't know just what to do about it. You see father had gone away. He was out West, going to be gone six weeks-he'd been gone four then-and if she went she'd have to leave us children alone in the house. There was Fanny and little Abby and 1, and we'd never staid alone in our lives. l was kind of afraid, but MT. Green looked dreadful anxious, and I spoke up and told mother to go. I said I wasn't a mite afraid, and I tried to think I wasn't.
 ''Well, mother went, and just as soon up. We all got together in the sitting room and played dominoes, and popped some corn, but we felt awful lonesome. We went to bed in mothers room, that opened out of the sitting-room, and we slept three in the bed, because none of us dared to sleep alone.
 "I suppose we must have been asleep, because it was quite late, but all of a sudden something walked us up. sat right up and listened, and I felt Fanny shake. Whats that says she grab ping me. Hush, said I. We all list ened, and we heard it again. We knew what it was in minute then. I sup pose we were too much asleep before. Somebody was pushing up the kitchen window It went hard and it kind of grated. We'd put sticks under all the windows but that, and that stuck, so we didn't think anybody could open it.
 "1t's the kitchen window says I, and jumped right out of bed. Come, says I, quick And Abby and Fanny never said word; they just scrambled out of bed and tagged right after me. And flew up stairs, and up the attic stairs. You see, it flashed into my head that a burglar would never think of go- ing up to the attic, for he'd know there wouldn't be anything that he wanted there, nothing but old clothes and things.
 ''When we got into the attic the moonlight was coming in the window, so we could see quite well, and there was an old bedstead with some old quilts on it in the corner, and we just got into that and covered us up, heads and all.
 'Then we lay there, and shook. We were terribly scared, but little Abby never cried, and she was only seven years old. We'll, we staid there quite awhile, before we dared peep out from under the quilts, but finally F.poked my head out a little way. Then ISbegun to sniff, and made the others poke their heads out and see if they didn't smell something. And, sure's you live, we could smell ham frying. We couldn't believe it at first, but we did.
 "Well, we laid there and smelled the ham frying, and 1 got more and more uneasy. It seemed to me l hadn't been very spunky, and I thought of mothers | silver spoons, and her gold breast-pin, | and my gold chain, and Abby's silver cup that she'd had given her when she ! was baby, and wondered if couldn't do anything to stop the burglar's taking shem.