The Grenada gazette., 1888-04-28

add insult to injury BY habbing t.
those busy ybodieS his friends VII,
kept asking him how he was getting
along saving wood He did wish
folks would mind their own busine IS
With a crash he sent the saw flying
over the woodpile. This was too
much h.s wife was brute to expect
him to work like slave during the
few moments he could call his own
from business drudgery. But il he
gave up he would never hear the last
Of it. Oh. il he could only get rid ol
that saw-jack
A long time he pondered; at last a
smile Of Joy illuminated his face
That night, after his wife had retired.
Mr. Mouser slipped out and carried
that hated green object to the from,
gate. Prestol in the morning the
corpus deficit would be gone. The
highway was full Of robbers who
would steal any thing and every
thing.
He would make big fuss about the
loss but take good care not to buy a
second saw.jack. And without one
how could he saw the family fuel9
His wife shouldn't get the laugh on
him!
He slept the sleep of the just until
about four O clock in the morning. 1t
was still dark, but his anxiety 10 as
sure himself of the loss OF his trouble
caused him to sneak out and recon.
noiter. The saw-jack was still there.
Mr.. Mouser whispered-not prayer
oh. well. there is time enough still
between this hour and daylight for
theft to be committed" he mpttered.
1t was The voice Of Mrs Mouser that
awakened him in time for breakfast
He glanced out of the window the first
thing. Oh, how brightly the sun
shone, and that saw-jack cleaned up
at him in all its verdaht beauty. No
robber hand had carried it away. A
fearful sigh escaped the Mouser bo-
som.
You mus. saw some wood for me
before you 60 DEAR said his wife"
What, more wood.'
Yes dear; recollect you only
sawed one stick last evening"" re.
joined Mrs Mouser meekly. but q
wicked CLEAN of mischief played
about her eyes and mouth.
Mr. Mouscr ignored her reply. and
FASTENED to toy with his pretty tools
with yigor born of awful fury. A
great swear word desired to be born.
but his lips We're conf resscd, while
way down in his soul voice groaued:
THAT sawing-jack must go!'
Where? whcnce9 how?
Mr.. Mouser was a man OF re-
sources. Twelve o'clock midnight
A burglarish darkness and silence
brooded around as man stole hence
from his couch, and. grabbing his
trousers, left cozy bedroom. A
little later the only other active Great
nre about-a feline prima donna
might have witnessed sorry sight; n
solitary man. marching downward,
,lutching in his strong right hand
beautifully painted sawing-jack.
Soon he returned. The saving.
ack-where was itp
Mr. Mouser rose that morning in
most delighted frame of mind.
lis sbeth-my dear little Lisbcth,"
he exclaimed. friskily, I'm going to
work in earnest. to-day. l am feel
ng tine-much better than l have for
ome time. Here, feel this arm.
dow's that for muscle, ell? That's
What saw NJ wood has done!'
Lisbeth blinked oddly, but looked
Mr.. Meu'st hastened out
o flip of stick or two before
,reakfast." but soon came in looking
luite angry and puzzled.
What in the world has become of
hat ack? 1t was gone. Such
nfamy-to steal ones very imple-
nenis of toil!' he cried In a rage, as
lie sent for the old wood sawyer again.
Mr.. Mouser. of course, grieved over
is loss, but manag d to conquer the
egr"t sufficiently to display some Of
lis old wit and mirth.
But this good feeling received sud-
Gu check the morning after the burg
ary of the Jack" H. had just
pcned the daily paper when his
lance was arrested by leading
paragraph.
Heavens, Lisbcth, look at this!"
Mrs, Monser became alarmed. Her
usband was pale rs death. and
rembling in every limb. rs he handed
cr the paper. She read:
The residence Of the Hon. Oliver
'as broken into night before last and
large sum Of money and valuable I
late an ,weiry stolen. The
obbcrs entered by the garden win
ow, from which they had removed
he iron grating, while stand I
lg on singuiar-l docking wooden
bjcc'. recognized by old-fashioned
ountry folks rs q saw.buck.' 1t is
ainted light green. and will doubt /.
c>s prove valuable clew toward
racing the miscreants. A thousand
ollars reward is offered for return of