Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1891-07-11

'.Nothing; it was . very dark night,
but heard jump and a scamper and
then the dogs next door began to bark
and the moon came out q bit and three
dark figures went tearing up the street
with the dogs and two or three men
from the neighbors' after them. You
see, after all, it's a very tame story.
The burglars were never caught. Two
of them had tried the house next door
and one was accommodating me. But
I've wondered sometimes if had
stopped to think should I have gone
and opened the door?"
snow" said the Cooper Union girl,
"I'm going to tell you my burglar
story"
your said both the others; shave
you seen burglar?" They drew close
together and the BARNARD girl pulled a
shawl about her shouldcck--
IAN up and down section OF one not
very wide, though considerably greater
in extent than fingers"
The typewriter left her chaH and
curled up among the pillows OF the big
old lounge. The clock struck the half
hour.
at was Decoration day. l was board
ing at my brothers. and every body had
gone out. Even the kitche en- girl had
leave to see the parade. I got home
first of the family at about noon.
When I entered the front hall saw
my brothers little detective camera in
the middle of the floor. I thought 1t
rather funny, and it gave Inc second
| surprise when I saw great black prints
| as of huge hand on thew all beside the
stairs. sat down on the hall settee
and picked up the camera; somebody
| had tried to pry it open. The burglar
| had dropped it in disgust when it failed
to yield easily; clearly he was gone
Still tiptoed about with a certain de-
gree of caution. The parlor and DIN
| ing-room were empty and in good
| own room.
This was empty, but not In good
order. Everything in it had been
turned upside down. The mattress
was stripped off the bed, all the draw
ers had been pulled out Of the bureau,
and all my small laces and ribbons lay
with the clean linen in a heap, tramp
| led by dirty boot heels. I could have
cried Mt the havoc, but just then l
heard a sound"
The Barnard girl shivered. Then
she rose and threw herself down on
the couch pillows beside the typewriter
The typewriter begged a share OF the
shawl. They huddled in a bunch under
the one wrapping. They said:" Go on''
.sIt seemed to come from the next
room, which belonged to my sister-ln-
law There was a door between and
on her side there was q porticrc. Was
the burglar still in the house? lis
tened; l dared not take n step in any
direction. l heard somebotty-whlstie
Could my brother have come horne?
Was he looking over the ruins? The
tune was Annie Rooney / had heard
my brother whistle it that morning.
Could it be he?
II crept to the door and opened it
softly, pecping around the portierc. l
saw an up and down section of a maA.
He was at the moment half in and halt
ont of nv sisters closet: he was not
my brother"
The clock struck two. The big Bar
nard girl moved under her shawl un-
easily.
IL crept back to my room and into
nv closet curlcd up behind the door.
1t was separated from the other closet
only by Il thin partition. and was
afraid he would hear my heart beat,
but dared not risk going downstairs.
The man kept whistling. and-1ny story
is a tame one. too - by and hy he went
away AS there was no money in the
house, and he uidn't apparently seek
the dining-room m for silver. he got little
or nothing
The Barnard girl sat bolt upright.
Didn't you hear the stairs crcak?' she
asked. ~ suppose l might as well WIND
up this scance with a burglar OF my
own
| ..x-- ,.,x. ...,o,, ava %oot-, excfainc cd
the chorus.
Eyes. a whole one fingers, feet. up
and down, and across sections. But
didn't the stairs crcak?'
zone each is enough for three young
women
"Oh, you're nervous. that's all
there's no one there.
..lIc got into the house one night and
woke up and he was runmaging my
bureau / was frightened out of my
senses. but / shut my eyes and made
believe I was sound asleep. had reac
/ somewhere that was the proper thing
to do
'.Why don't You tell the rcst?"
There isn't any rest: he was like
the others: he got out of the windo"
and went down the piazza trellis.
And you didn't give the alarm?
..I? Oh, tainted; but the hall too1
creaks, surely
Girls"
All three sprang up with nervous
start, and the clock struck the hal
hour.
Girls, it is half-past two and yo'
are keeping every body on this foo
awake" 1t was the woman who doe
childrcn's stories and who has the small
hall bedroom.
The Cooper Union girl rose to return
to her own chamber. But, after all,
she said, we've not settled what to d
if we should see each her second bur
glar before morning" N. Y. Recorder
No Chance for Mistakes.
He had been out in one of the west
ern territories, which one it is not nee