Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-09-19
THE LADY AND THE BURGLAR.


Helped to Capture a burglar.
II Was Just after the war, and things
were in a very chaotic state. We-my
husband. my little one and l-were
living in Richmond then. Onthe night
of which ! write ! cosild see that John
was worried about something. He
seemed preoccupied all during supper,
and after the things were cleared away
he took his seat at the table, with a
pile Of medical books reaching above
his head on the right, and an immense
volume spread open before him.
lie evidently had Il puzzling case on
hand, and was not in a huinor to be
talked to. | took out my crocheting
and worked for a short time on little
Annals sacque, Then | yawned, Gro
cheted a round or two. yawned again,
and finally, in despair, folded up my
work and went up stairs to my room.
Little Anna had preceded me there,
and lay tucked away in a corner of my
bed in the rosiest slumber imaginable.
Il 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 witt. a
sharp ring upon the floor. A.sl stopped
to pick it up a sight met my eyes the
very recollection of which makes Inc
grow hot and cold by turns. \ negro
was under my bed. lie was drawn up
as close as possible TO the wall and lay
there watching me. | am only an av.
erage woman, not particularly cour~
ageous on particularly anything that |
know of. How | ever kept from shrek.
ing or fainging will ever remain a mys-
terry TO me
Supernatural strength must have
come 10 my aid. | felt in a mu'nrnt
the importance Of cunccaling from This
man the fact that | WAS aware ol IFS
presence. ] arose from my STOPPING
posture. and began brushing my hair
with the utmost GOODNESS and delibera-
ton, but n 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 mp the basket Of silver
which We always kept in our room Mt
night,
There" cXclai;uol aloud. Il left
the silvcrduwn stair, must ask John
to bring it up with him."
John, ola. john" ! said. going
out in the passage ynd calling down the
steps. bring the spoons and forks up
with you wien You cUme
There was 10 answer. The dining
room door wa shut and John was deep
in his book
How provoking" | exclaimed. II
will have tu 20 down for them myself"
Every detail 81 that nights advent
ure seems craven. a. with m iron pen,
upon my mind The very sound of
my slippers House NJ the heel-as |
went down the bare steps is distinct in
my memory
John" ! sail !. ~ closing the dining
Dol door behind me crossed the room
and placed my hand upon my husbands
shoulder. don't eXrlaim NJ what I'm
going To tell yuu There Is "a man I'M
der the bed in orr ryplL lie doesn't
know that ! laytsocu him Slip quiet
ly out at the back lurrald call for help
before he makes hIs escape" | don't
think ten minutes could have elapsed
before my husband returned. nccompa-
MED by two pol.coImol armed to the
very teeth. but it srsuael IKE hours to
me as | stood Ili-is. thinking If our
little one sleeping 81 uH'p'i>cIuuSly on
our bed, and Of rIe villain lying be.
meath IL.
He was a biz. bury fellow, 1t was
discovered. when at last he had been
dragged from his hiding place aud in
duced to ASSUME the perpendicular.
On his person. in addition 20 my dia-
mond ring. gold watch and set of pearls,
wa found a bottle Of chlurotorn. a big
knife and a loaded revolver. Tie next
day a very tremulUus heroine was read
ing in the morning paper an account of
O brave woman's adventure with a bur
glar. The brave woman--the account
said she was myself. too. Philadelphia
Times.
Part ~ a Stove Of Centuries Ago.