The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1890-06-12

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. He put whole dozens of solid
| silver spoons in his pockets and threw
every thing out of the drawers on the
floor. He 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' homo. guess I'll borry
yer gun, so'f see any thing to shoot at
on the way home I'll have some thing to
shoot with.''
When the burglar had said this he
picked up bag that l hadn't seen be-
fore and dropped it out the back win
| dow. He helped himself to an orange
from the table, said it was good, and
prepared to leave.
'Good-bye, sonny" he said, as he put
his foot on the window; ''somebodv
will let you loose after awhile. Good
bye"
! just then there came the biggest
noise ever heard. 1t sounded like a
dynamite explosion, and it seemed to
come from the hall door. There was .
sound of breaking glass, and of the
table things being mashed as somo-
body rushed out of the hall and grabbed
the burglar. When the smoke cleared
away there l 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 nerves.
That was what papa said afterward,
for she sailed downstairs like the
tragedy queen in Macbeth that we saw
at the theater, and took charge of things
as If she was used to burglars. 1t was
because somebody was in her silver,
suppose. Mamma always was touchy
about that silver.
She united me in half a minute and
sent me for the police, while she went
for that burglar. Tom said he never
saw the like.
In ten minutes had the police.
''Good-bye, sonny" said the burglar
to me as they took him away with hand
cuffs on, and he smiled at me out of the
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 q shot
gun.
BESIDES, he never would have walked
| up II poor little Bob had called to him
that somebody was stealing the heifer.
That walked him 80 that Bob could tell
him there was a burglar in the dining
| room.
Then he came down and blow the
window out with papa's shotgun. Tom
is STUPID fellow, and don't think he
ever will learn much about city ways
have thought it all over, and have
] come to the conclusion that it isn't