St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1891-08-22

0AAUy. rockoOy dear.
1ockaby baby. rockaby dear"
S@sv sung. . head ncstles near,
xsst tass asleep Still linger In bliss,
- heaven send blessings richer than tnis'
H0ckaby. rockaby dear"
-oessAe Packard Englet In Good House
GIRLS AND BURGLARS.
Three Girls Relate Their Adven-
tures with Thieves.
They sat up late last night, but they
had fairly good excuses for prowling
about In tho dark corridors of the
boarding house In the small hours The
red-headed girl, who Is q stenographer.
had great many folios to click out on
her typewriter, and the colossus Of q
gti who is studying at Barnard col
lcge was unable to 60 to sleep for the
clicking. and the jolly girl who is
drawing Mt Cooper Union sat with her
head on one side hour after hour try
ing to finish . face that gave her no
end of trouble. In The end she threw
her crayon at its nose and tiptOed
acroas the hall.
Az she softly pushed the door open
the Barnard girl, who was bending
sleepdly over something Greek. sprang
with . start from her chair. 'What
would you have done." asked the
Cooper Union girl, III I had really
been . burglar?"
The typewriter who roomed with
tho Barnard girl turned mp her machine
to make sure of the last letter. Il
think" she answered, ''that as it is
always good policy to be hospitable, I
should have said, rs I do now, in my
politest manner: Wont you have .
chairr"
'But. really" said the tall Barnard
girl a she bent to pick up her scat
tered sheets Of queer, Grabbed charac-
ters, II often think of it when I have
70 70 away downstairs at this hour of
night. when they've turned out the gas
On every landing. to find book I've
left In the front hall start with four
Of. i've matches, but there's always .
dranght that blows them ont or they
won't light except on the box, and /
forget the box. and say to myself Is
poke around on the cold marble slab
of that hat stand: What should do IL
nv fingers touched somethingr"
''Fccl Of it. I should suppose" re
piled the Cooper Onion girl. ito see il
e weren't the book you were hunting
for"
ssRut In sober earnest" persisted the
timid colossus. ''what would you do IL
you were all alone and you met .
burglar?'
'.I'n tell you," said the typewriter.
facing about in her chair. ''what I did
when l met NINE"
''You'vc really seen one?" The Cooper
Union girl and the Barnard girl bent
forward. The clock struck one. II
was . delightfully."- weird hour for story
telling.
"Well. not to say . whole burglar.
but saw his fingers They were very
long. and slender, and dirty" 4
ssWherc was the rest of him?"
''Out on the garden path You see,
e was 1t home. out on Long Island.
two or three summers ago. I wrote
verses then. You mightn't believe il,
but one set was really copied into .
New York newspaper. did it mostly
as night after the folks had gone to
bed, and this night there wasn't any
body to so to bed, for mother and I
were spending . month alone. and
mother had been sent for to watch
with . sick neighbor.
"The verses were about a knight and
some pond lilies forget the exact
connection between them, but it was
very pathetic. and IL made me cry.
usually did cry over my verses. and
that was why I stopped writing them |
that and the trouble it was to find |
rhymeA
81 was very much interested in the |
knight. But of a sudden I stopped CRY.
ing and writing. for had the most Gu
xious sensation, rs IL somebody were |
looking 1t me"
The Cooper Union girl and tho Bar-
uard girl said: 'Iio onI'
IL looked up at picture that was ON
the wall It had queer eyes and the |
man il was painted from was dead, and |
] never liked it. especially late in the |
evening. but it didn't seem to be star
ing in. my direction any harder than
usual. Then I noticed that both doors
were shut, and then something pulled /
my head around toward the window"
Again the Cooper Union girl and the
Barnard girl said: go onr'
There were outside blinds-Rreen
blinds. you know; I had shut them
when ! lighted the lamp and had left
the window open Il seemed to me
that one blind moved I winlxe.i the
last Of the tears away and looked again.
One blind was certainly ajar, but il it
had moved 1t all il had stopped NOV
ing. I bent my head over my paper.
bat ! kept a sidewise lookout through
ny lashe&. In . minute or two the |
blind moved again; I was sure of il thi.
time. My heart thumped and forgot
I'll about the knight and the pond liliea j
In . minute saw. as told. you, iin-
RerA A hand had taken . firm grasp
of the blind that It might not bang,
md the long. brownish fingers bad
ulipped itound On the inside"
The Barnard girl said. hresxhlesaly: |
s'What did ron dor.
II ~ { 4mlnnts In s'eold perspiyasipn
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