Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-09-25
THE LADY AND THE BURGLAR.

How Woman Kept Her Nerve and
Helped to Capture "a burglar.
Ii was Just after the war, and things
were In very chaotic state. We-my
husband. my little one and l-were
living IN Richmond then. On the night
of which write could see that John
was worried about something. He
seemed preoccupied all during supper.
and after the things were cleared away
he took his seat ut the table. with
pile Of medical books reaching above
bis head on the right, and an immense
volume spread open before him.
He evidently had puzzling case on
hand. and was not in humor to be
talked to. took out my crocheting
and worked for short time on little
Annals sacque Then yawned, GRO
cheted round or two. yawned again,
and finally. in despair, folded up my
work and went up stairs to my room.
Little Anna had preceded NE there,
and lay tucked away In a corner Of my
bed In the rosiest slumber imaginable.
II won't put her in the crib just
yet" | thought ''she Is sleeping SO
sweetly." had got. in the process Of
disrobing to the point of dressing
wrapper and slippers. and was shaking
out my hair preparatory to its arrange
ment for the night when the brush
slipped from my hand and fell with
sharp ring upon the floor. AS | stopped
to pick it up a sight met my eyes the
very recollection of which makes Inc
grow hot and cold by turns A negro
was under my bed. He was drawn up
a. close as possible to the wall and lay
there watching me. am only an av
eraye worIan. not particularly cour
ageous or particularly anything that !
know of. How ever kept from shrek
ing or fainting will ever remain mys
terry to me.
Supernatural strength must have
come to my aid. ! felt in a moment
the importance Of concea!ing from this
man the fact that ! was aware Of his
presence ] arose from my STOPPING
posture and began brushing my hair
with the utmost coolness and delibera,
ton, but very white face looked back
at me from the mirror before which !
stood ! believe, If anything, brushed
my hair longer than usual that night:
then. dividing il in two parts with great
exactness, began plating il, turning
over IN my mind all the while what
course of action should adopt Sud
denly remembered that had forgot
ten to bring up the basket of silver
which We always kept in our room at
night
There" exclaimed aloud. Il left
the silver down stairs lmust ask John
to bring il up with him."
"Johnl Oh. joint" ] said. going
out in the passage and calling down the
steps. bring the spoons and forks up
with you when you come"
There was no answer. The dining
room door was shut and John was deep
In his book.
"How provokinyl" exclaimed. Il
will have to go down for them myself. +"
Every detail OF that nights advent.
nre seems craven. as with an iron pen,
upon my mind. The very sound OF
my slippers-loose at the heel-as !
went down the bare steps Is distinct In
my memory.
John. | said. as closing the dining
room door behind me crossed the loom
and placed my hand upon my husbands
shoulder. don't exclaim at what I'm
going to tell you There is n man un-
der the bed in our room. He doesn't
know that have seen him. Slipquiet-
ly out at the back door and call for help
before he makes his escape" ! don't
think ten minutes could have elapsed
before my husband returned. accompa-
MED by two policemen armed to the
very teeth. but II seemed like hours to
me as | stood there thinking Of our
little one sleeping SO unconsciously on
our bed, and Of the villain lying be-
meath it.
He was a big. burIy fellow, it was
! discovered. when at last he had been
dragged from his hiding place and in
duced to assume the perpendicular
On his person, in addition to my dia-
mond ring. gold watch and set of pearls,
vas found bottle of chloroform. big
knife and n loaded revolver. The next
day a very treinulous heroine was read
Ing in the morning paper an account Of
q brave woman's adventure with bur.
glar The brave woman account
said she was myself. too.-Philadelphia
Times
Part OF u Stove Of Centuries Ago.
A farmer Of Joanun near Reading