Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1890-09-18
A TERRIBLE VENGEANCE
seFify' the Way of the Transgressor Co

tinues to BE Hard
'Hark Cyrus! What was that?"
Nothing, Emily. Let me go to sleep,
will you?" =
or Few moments silence reigned in
the sleeping chamber.
Cyrus Winterbottom. there's some
body in the house! 1 hear a noise in
the kitchenl''
Cyrus sat up in bed and listened.
Its the cat" he grumbled, drowsily.
"A cat doesn't wear boots and go
around opening doors. Hark"
The baby stirred and Mrs. Winter
bottom soothed it to rest again.
Il don't see what any body wants to
get into our kitchen for" growled
Cyrus, with a yawn. There's nothing
to-heigh- steal in that part of
the house, is there?"
Nothing to steal! There's a plate
full of tarts, pan of doughnuts and
sponge cake
Some of your-heigh -ho-your own
connection, Emily?"
Yes, some of my own making. Then
there's all the silverware, and"
He'll never get to the silverware,
Emily, if he tackles the doughnuts first.
You will find his horribly -distorted
-Dody IN the morning.
Hush Hark!''
He listened again. All was quiet.
But presently an unmistakable sound,
as of somebody moving about on the
floor below, aroused even Cyrus dulled
senses. Steps seemed to be approach
ing the stairway. Cyrus took his re-
volver out from under his pillow,
climbed softly out of bed went to the
door of the room and got behind it, first
having cautioned his wife in a whisper
to make no noise and leave matters en-
tirely in his hands.
Softly and stealthily came the steps
up the stairway, and in q few moments
the dim light of the night lamp on the
dressing fell upon the stalwart
form of a man whose face was con-
cealed by mask.
Mrs. Winterbottom screamed at sight
of him, the baby woke up and howled,
and before the burglar could recover
from the momentary confusion into
which this unexpec ted reception had
thrown him Cyrus confronted him with
the revolver.
g., You Internal scoundrelr ~ he Kissed.
Don't you move muscle or I'll put a
ball through you-'
year or more, and Cyrvs knew it, but
the burglar didn't.
The pitiful wretch stood perfectly
still.
Take off your masll.' sternly com
manded Cyrus.
The burglar complied. With ashen
face and mean, hang-dog look he stood
there and said not a word. Mrs. Win
=
session, but the baby con tinued to howl.
1T would serve you right, you sneak
ing, contemplate villain" said Cyrus,
in a deep, tragic voice, IF l should
shoot you where you stand. 1 believe
I'll do it, anyhow"
Mercy! Mercy" pleaded the trem-
bling wretch. Its the first time 1 ever
broke into q house. I'll never do it
again. Please let me GO
It's the first time you were ever
caught at it, It'll be the last Down
on your knees"
Don't kill him, Cyrus" begged his
wife. Think of the carpet
Listen" said Cyrus coming closer
to the kneeling burglar. Hold up
your handl"
While the fellows hands were up
Cyrus rifed his pockets. He took there
from two loaded revolvers, bowie
knife, dagger, slung-shot, a bottle
of chloroform, and sand-bag.
Your first offense, is it?" said Cyrus.
For novice at the business you carry
a pretty good kit of tools. Stand up"
The burglar obeyed.
Are you man of family?"
-'Yes, sir; o, please"
''Stop your whining"
"a look of hard, stern, relentless pur-
pose settled on Cyrus face. He posted
the revolver at the abject scoundrers
head again.
go and take that baby" he COM
manded.
''Wh-what for?"
Never mind what for! You go and
take that baby
s'Cyrusr' exclaimed Mrs. Winterbot-
tom, in dismay, what do you mean?"
Il know what | am about, Emily.
Pick up that squalling infant, you viii
lain
The man obeyed.
Handle it carefully"'
Yes sir,''
Now walk the floor with it,
For four long hours Cyrus Wi;rer-
bottom held that empty revolver
leveled at the head of the miserable
man and compelled him to walk up and
down the room with the crying, squirm
ing infant in his arms.
AT daybreak the cringing, crawling
villain was permitted to sneak away
from the premises, a broken-hearted
man.
His raven hair had turned gray in
that one night.
1t was a horrible retribution, but
who shall say it was not deserved?
And thus we learn, my children, that
crime sometimes brings its own punish
ment, and that the way of the trans
rressor continues to be hard.-Chicago
Tribune.
What n Wobbler Is.
1t is interesting to learn from so &C
complished an expert i'll equine pecul-
iarities as n London omnibus driver of
many years standing that ''wobbler''
is a horse which puts all its feet down
at once while engaged in drawing a
vehicle at the maximum rate of six
miles an hour How, while observing