The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-06-12
THE BURGLAR WASN'T HURT.

THE BURGLAR WASN'T HURT.
think would raise the house in spite
Of mammals nerves.
Come now. young TELLER, no time fer
foolin'.' said the burglar--and would
you believe it? Right there in my own
house he put my handkerchief in my
mouth, tied my hands and feet and set
me up against the wall.
"Now, young TELLER, don't you try to
cheep."
Then that impudent burglar pried
open drawer in the sideboard-all the
drawers, in fact-and got into the sill
verware. lie put whole dozens of solid
silver spoons in his pockets and threw
every thing out OF the drawers on the
floor. lie found about dozen butter
knives that had been given to mamma
and papa when they had their silver
wedding. Only one of them was solid,
and he took that.
ANY money in the house, young fell
ler?' he asked, when he had taken the
things all out Of the sideboard.
shook my head
Excuse me if | doubt your word"
he said; but ! think I'll just look
| around bit"
The burglar was about to start into
the next room again when the clock
chimed out four.
WELL" he said, I'm maxim a
longer call nor expected, an guess.
as it's gittin' long to'ard daylight, I'd
best be goin' home. | guess I'll borry
yer gun, so'f see any thing to shoot at
on the way home I'll have something to
shoot with"
When the burglar had said this he
picked up a bag that hadn't seen be-
fore and dropped it out the back win
dow. lie helped himself to an orange
from the table. said it was good, and
prepared to leave.
Goodbye, sonny" he said. as he put
his foot on the window; somebody
will let you loose after awhile. Good
bye"
just then there came the biggest
noise ever heard. It sounded like q
dynamite explosion. and it seemed to
come from the hall door. There was q
sound of breaking glass; and of the
table things being mashed as some-
body rushed out of the hall and grabbed
the burglar. When the smoke cleared
away there | saw Tom standing over
the burglar with papa's breech-loading
| shotgun.
The burglar wasn't hurt, but he was
scared. He had dropped the revolver.
The window above him was shattered
with the shot from the gun, and the
glass was scattered all around.
Aunt Fanny" yelled Tom, without
any regard for her nerves. 1t was nevre
she had this time instead of nerveA
That was what papa said afterward,
for she sailed downstairs like the
tragedy queen in Macbeth that we saw
ut the theater, and took charge of things
as If she was used to burglars. It wat
because somebody was in her silver,
suppose. Mamma always was touchy
about that silver.
She united me in half minute and
sent me for the police, while she wen,
for that burglar. Tom said he never
saw the like.
In ten minutes had the police.
Goodbye, sonny" said the burglar
to me as they took him away with hand
|
} corner Of his eye.
Well, that's all about the burglar
Papa laughed at me when he got home
and said that Tom showed considerable
bravery; but for my part, don't think
much OF a fellow who can't hit burg
lar across the dining-room with . shot
gun.
Besides, he never would have waket
up If poor little Bob had called to hin
that somebody was stealing the heifer
, That walked him SO that Bob could tel
!: him there was burglar in the dining
room.
Then he cano down and blew tn,
J window out with papa's shotgun. Ton
is . STUPID fellow, and don't think h.
ever will learn much about city ways
have thought it all over. and hsv
come to the conclusion that 1t ism