The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-03-06

and sympathized with his friends motto,
but was IN no wise eager TO again risk legal
ann0yances by burglary at his wealthy
father-in-law'S. He had been in prison for
one three months and he desired no further
favors in that quarter. This he told his
friend, Mr.. Green. 1t was best to agree with
the law, he thought, though it was very
hard.
But Mr.. Green had never agreed with the
law, and probably never would. The law
had quarreled with him, not he with the
law, and the law was thereby entirely to
blame. Besides he didn't propose doing
anything outrageous. Certainly not Welr'S
father-in-law was wealthy man and he,
Bill Green, wasn't. Weir's father-in-law
had made his wealth out OF the poor, which
was very yillainouS. But he, Bill Green,
simply proposed to make his wealth out OF
the rich, which wasn't villainous at all.
Certainly not. Thus satisfactorily settling
matters financial he grutf1y babe the penSlve
Weir follow, and led the way to lonely
beer-shop in Dean street, Soho. Addressing
the red-headed barmaid he affably asked her
10 let him have light for his pine from her
hair ard pot of six" Retiring to corner
after being attended to the twin-hearted
couple proceeded to dispatch beer and bust
ness simultaneously. It is not my intention
TO give in detail the softly whispered con-
yersatfOn that enSued. Suffice that when
they rose to go Mr.. Weir's face was OBJ
served by the girl to be ashly pale and his
gait taltering. From this she remarked 10
an admirer, with much humorous shrewd-
ness, that ''tbe gent had no head for drink
II pint stood him on 1t"
CHAPTER Ill
1t was magnificent night, and the moon
ShUne down with unsullied splendoT. 1t
gave beautiful light to see BY But this
wasn't what Bill Green wanted, and as lie
piled crOwbar and chisel at the rear Of Ca
ractacus Villa lie greeted the moons un-
sulled Splendor with an unsullled scOwl.
He had plenty to fear in the way of detec-
ton, for his cOwardy confederate lying on
the ground a space away, trembling alike in
nerves and flesh. had proved incapable of
assisting. Soon the window Mr.. Green was
at work upon yielded to his professional
responsiveness, and he stepped swiftly into
the passage, Weir timIdiy and hastily fol-
lowing. Green closed the shutters artisti-
cally Receiving instructions from Weir as
to the bearings OF the strOng-ruom, the hardy
burglar, telling his assistant (D to be
m0tionless in the passage till his return.
stole nOiseltssly off. A cleverer craftsman
than Bill Green it6Tould have been hard to
find. and once in front Of the sale it did not
take him long to open il. His eyes watered
al the valuableS exposed TO view. Stretch
ing forth his strong right hand he cutched
as much jewelry as possible. Hank! What
is that agonized cry? Another! They
were discovered. Was Weir captured he
asked himself Itdidn't matter. He wasn't.
Their two hearts couldn't beat as one on
this occasion. Still keeping his hold on his
ill-gOtten gains and leaving his tools behind
as a preliminary set of, Mr.. Green next
swiftly and safely set off himself.
CHAPTER ".
Left alone in the black darkness of the
passage, Weir was prey to the most con-
temptible fears. Around him were grouped
the Nightmares of his own wirked fancy.
They increased in number and enlarged in
horror every minute. He couldn't stay
there, he would follow Green.
In a daZed, stupefied way he got on to
his feet and wandered on ahead. A light
came from a room. Yes, that was the
strong room. He knew it we'll enough. He
would go in. He did 81. Bill" he wins
pe-ed "be quick"
Here he started back appalled,. 1t was
bedroom he had invaded, and in the bed
lay his wife and child. In an easy chair be-
side the bed q professional nurse was Sleep
ing away with much professional nOncha-
lance. His crv, My God, my wife, how
came she here?" awoke mother and child,
but the nurse-as nurses will at critical mo-
ments-snored on. Rachael Weir sat bolt
upright and gave an awful scream, surely
the precursor of DEATH so unnatural was it,
The shock of a midnight rObOer iutruding
on her, and that robber her worthless hus-
band, proved too much for the already over
taxed brain and body. a faint line of blood
crossed her lips. She essayed to spring
from the bed, but fell heavily back-as the
nurse awoke, with a yell--dead!
Over the grave of his wife John Weir
swOre to be better mau. He commenced
keep ng his VOW twenty-four hours later by
being a worse one.-London Spare Moments.