Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-01-16
Iader,

o.
There's an end of it." Bileton inter +
,upted. Now. my love, if you don't s.
mind. | will enjoy a pipe n a glass oil v
hot, and then tracksior
Be~dfordshire. t
II was the witching hour OF night
and Henry had long since taken a oesth
IN the phantom ship which sails TO
Sbadowland. and was testing the liar
monte strength Of his nasal organ 10
full extent. but Mrs. Bleton was vide
awake and thinking.
Perhaps she had spoken unkindly TO
Henry. who certainly had his tauIts'
but was one of the best fellows In the
world Had he not alluded TO a trip
70 the west end of London, limiting al
the glories of a certain furriers estaO
Tsbment some novel costumes for the
children. a new carpet for the drawing
room and What was thati 1t was
something that caused Mr.. Bileton 10
tart and shiver as if the warm bed
clothes had suddenly changed to Sheets
of ice. From below had come a hono"
thud. followed by the crashing Of glass.
For a moment speech failed the al
5ghte Iady; terror held her spell
hound and m~otionless. She expected
10 hear the children scream ana the
servants shrek; but nothing oil the
kind occurred and Henry snOred peace
fully on.
s'Hen-Hen-Henry, " she contrived TO
pant. shaking him at the same time oy
the shoulder, there are men in the
house,"
If" he murmured dreamily, the
board refuse to put posts and chalhs
around the pond its members are I'M
worthy of the name Of
Burglars! burglars screeched his
wife.
Il beg TO deny that l applied such a
term TO any community Of gentlemen
he went IN. What! Dare you at
/, tempt TO eject me from the meeting
Hullo, What's thisF
There are men in the house, l tell
vou,' Elizabeth whispered hoarse with
! terror. We shall all be murdered IN
t our beds
Nonsense. my dear! You have been
dreaming
II wa never so wide awake in my
life. heard the miscreants force the
4 drawing room window, and they are
!, prowling about the house.
Did the dog BARK Henry asked
e .sYou know that he never barks only
in the day time, " his wife replied. On
e do something to scare the wretche'
l. away, or / shall die Of fright
Mr.. Bileton slipped out of bed and
huddIed on some clothes. He kept q
J. policeman's lantern in the bedroom
a but the lighting of it proved to be
It rather lengthy performance. Not tina
his hand trembled-perish the thought
but the wick was low and the OF
20 had thickened.
@ The lantern was IN order at last an
r. hen Mr.. Bileton bethought himself O
his revolver. Bitterly in his mind h
dwelt on the loss Of the key; but b
ne forced omen the case with a knife. seize
lis the Weapon and started on his perilou
5, journey.
no 'Tn-Tn have the first shot" b
said. Elizabeth. | beg-nay, CO
Ou mand you DOT I'd scTedh
"a 1t is just possible that Mr.. Bheto
on cherished a hope that his wife woul
as not obey him. but she did, GOVERN
her head with her bedclothes and stoI
tn ping her ears with her fingers.
he Henry's knees shook as he wei
slowly down stairs, flashing the disk
ng light from Hoor TO ceiling.
Of .sWho's there" he asked grufi
he Come. no nonsense. Surrender quit
IL. or ! will blow a hole through you
for The burglar, perhaps having no d
"A. sire 10 be ventilated on "A wholesa
a principle. made no reply. and pluckil
md up courage. Mr.. Bi!eton descended
the hall. The front door was secure
nm locked. bolted ard chained. The
re- was nobody in the drawingrOoin. not
- ing in the dining rouli more alarmi
r in than a pet tabby: the kitchen "
the empty Of everything except its appoi
civ ments.
and This comes Of giving way To i
q of f%ancies. Henry said ~avagely. H
tive am / with every prospect of rheun
the tism. shiver.n- about On-good 6
rful ciousi'
Ii was only tHr cat WHICH nav
followed him. leapal upon tine dress
| of. Mr.. Biieton had eve been initia
10th into the high arr AZ ia" caucan or j
/, ex- probabIe that le woui. have gi'
,Vav that cat "a sudd 90 re +. IN. wul
The burly buT- lad d~inuied int
] 20 myth. and Heary was about to ret
bile and deliver "a sound lecture 20 his
sub- on her folly. whenlie ruu1ght lac VIC
the open the laraer d"uf h'i 'he'e
ever the burglar. ne nay 'et' WIN
night CLASSY y fixed blindly upon the
oun- ing, his head resting upon "a pile
lsion smashed crochery n and his b
"a 10 half immersed in a pan Of milk.