The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1888-08-04
fooLlN6 THE OLD MAN.
The Bad Boys Give Mr.. Brasser a Rob-
Der Racket.

avenue, has son twelve years old
named Claudius, and the other eve
ming this boy received permission to
allow neighbor's boy to stay all
night with him. The old people
slept down stairs in the sitting
room, and the boys were put in a
room directly above. When they
went up to bed Claudius had the
clothes line under his coat, and the
neighbours boy had a mask in his
pocket. They didn't kneel down
and say their prayers like gyod boys
and then jump into bed and tell
bear stories, but as soon as the door
was locked the Brasser remarked:
You'll see more fun around here
tonight than would lie on a ten
acre lot y
From a closet they brought out a
cast off suit of Brasser's clothes,
stuffed them with whatever came
handy, tied the mask and an old
straw hat on for a head, and while
one boy was carefully raising the
window, the other was tying the
clothes line around the "rnan." The
image was lowered down in front
of the sitting-room window, lifted
up and down once or twice, and old
Brasser was heard to leap out of bed
with a great jar. He was just be-
ginning to doze when he heard
sounds under his window, and his
wife suggested that it was cow in
the yard. He got up, pulled the
curtain away. and as he beheld a
man standing there he shouted:
"Great Heavens but it's a rob-
her y and he jumped into bed.
"Theodocius Brasser, are you a
fool?' screamed the wife, as he mo-
nopolized all the bed clothes to
cover up his head.
BE quiet, you old jade, you ? he
whispered perhaps he'll. go away p
Don't you call me jade !'' she
replied, reaching over and trying to
find his hair, "Git up and git the
gun and blow his head off %
ooh you do it y
"Git up, you old coward she
snapped. "I'll never live with you
another day if you don't do it,"
Brasser turned up the lamp, sat
up in bed, and cried out:
''Is that you. boys?"
mercy on me, git upr' yelled
the wife, as the straw man was
knocked against the window"
"I'll blow his head off as clean as
milk y said Brasser in loud voice
as he got up. He struck the stove
three or four times, upset a chair,
and reached behind the foot of the
bed and drew out an old army
musket.
"Now, then, for blood !" he con-
tinued, as he advanced to the win
dow and lifted the curtains.
The man was there, face close to
the glass, and he had such malig-
nant expression of countenancr that
Brasser jumped back with cry Of
alarm.
"Kill him shoot him down, you
old noodlehead !" screamed the wife.
II will-by thunder! | will J"
roarsd Brasser, and he blazed away
and tore out nearly all the lower
sash.
The BOYS up stairs uttered yell
and groan, and Brasser jumped
for the window to see if the man
was down. He wasn't. He stood
right there and he made leap at
Brasser.
"He's coming in !-perlice !-boys !!
-ho !-perlice !" roared the old
man.
The tattered curtain permitted
Mrs. Brasser to catch sight of a
man jumping up and down, and
she yelled:
"Theedorius, I'm going to faint !"
"Faint and be darned |! Boys
perlice !" he replied, walloping the
sheet-iron stove with a poker.
"Don't you dare talk that way to
me !" shrieked the old woman: re-
covering from her desire to faint.
"Po-leece Po-leece !" now came
from the boys upstairs and while
one continued to shout the other
drew the man up, tore him limb
from limb, and secreted the pieces.
Several neighbors were aroused,
an officer came up from the station
and search of the Premises was
made. Not so much as track in
the snow was found, and the officer
put on an injured look and said to
Mr.. Brasser:
"A guilty conscience needs no
accuser."
"That's so," chorused the indig-
nant neighbor, as they departed.
AS Mr.. Brasser hung a quilt be-
fore the shattered window, he re-
marked to his wife:
"Now, see what an old conduran-
90 YOU made Of yourself T.
Don't fling an insult at me, or
I'll choke the attenuated piece OF
you," she replied.
The boys kicked around on the
bed, chucked each other under the
1 r;he onI Crind