Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-10-10
A rERRIRLE VENGEANCE.
Verify. the Way of the Transgressor Co1p
 tlnues to Be Hard.

'Hark Cyrusl What was thatP"
 Nothing, Emily. Let me go to sleep, will youP"
 For few moments silence reigned in the sleeping chamber. -..
 'Cyrus Winterbottom, there's some- body in the housel hear a noise in the kitchenI"
 Cyrus sat up in bed and listened.
 ''It's the cat" he grumbled, drowsilY. 'A cat doesn't wear boots and go around opening doors. Harkr' l The baby stirred and Mrs. Winter bottom soothed it to rest again. | '1 don't see what any body wants Go get into our kitchen for" growled Cyrus, with a yawn. There's nothing to-heigh-ho!--to steal in that part of the house, is there?' | Nothing to stealI There's plate full of tarts, pan of doughnuts ana sponge cake"
 "Some of your-heigh-ho-your own concoction, Emily?"
 'Yes, some of my own making. Then there's all the silverware, and" 1 Hell never get to the silverware, Emily, if he tackles the doughnuts first. You will find his horribly body in the morning" "Hushl Harkl" 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 whisper to make no noise and leave matters en- tirely in his hands. Softly and stealthily came the steps up the stairway, and in a few moments the dim light of the night lamp on the dressing-case 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 con fusion into which this unexpected reception had thrown him Cyrus confronted him with the revolver. You internal scoundrelr' he hissed. Don't you move muscle or I'll put @ ball through your'
 
 year or more, and Cyrvs knew it, but the burglar didn't The pitiful wretch stood perfectly still.
 'Take off your mask!" sternly com handed 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 continued to howl.
 Ut would serve you right, you speak. ing, contemptible villain," said Cyrus, in a deep. tragic voice, If l should shoot you where you stand. believe I'll do 1t, anyhow"
 "Mercyl Mercy!" pleaded the trem- broke into a house. I'll never do it again. Please let me go." ''It's the first time you were ever on your kneesl"
 Don't kill him, Cyrusi" 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
  from two loaded revolvers, a bowie knife, Q dagger, a slung-shot, bottle of chloroform, and & sand-bag.
 "Your first offense, is it?" said Cyrus. For a novice at the business you carry The burglar obeyed. Are you a man of family?"
 "Yes, sir; O, please" ''Stop your whining" "A look of hard, stern, relentless pur- pose settled on Cyrus face. He pointed the revolver at the abject scoundrers head again.
 "Go and take that baby!" he oom- manded.
 ''Wh-what for?" "Never mind what for! You go and take that babyr' "Cyrusr' exclaimed Mrs. Winterbot- tom, in dismay, ''what do you mean?" 'I know what I am about Emily. Pick up that squalling infant, you vil- lainr'
 The man obeyed. 9as Handle it carefullyF' "Yes, sir!'' "Now walk the floor with it!"
 For four long hours Cyrus Winter 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 bringing, crawling villain was permitted to sneak away from the premises, broken-hearted man.
 It was a horrible retribution, but I O And thus we learn, my children, that crime sometimes brings its own punish ment and that the way of the trans- gressor continues to be hard.-Chicago Tribune. Hood and the Hypochondriao. | Hood used to tell A story of a hvpo-