Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1891-08-27

younger burglar, "stop yer CAB an git to
work"
"All right" replied the boy. HIS
voice was little steadier now. Turning
about again he began to tumble along
the wall with one hand, while with the
other he pressed firmly against II spot
about the height of his chest, standing
close against the wall. After about two
minutes the men grew inpatient again.
Say, boy" exclaimed the big man in
II hoarse whisper, eff yer don't open dat
hole instanter I'll choke de life out of
yer! WHAT'S yer game now? Open up
there!'
"Hold on, jim, wait IA minute, whined
| Sandy. Its kinder hard ter fin wild
nothin but er lantern"
"Yer blamed idjit, does yer want us
ter light de gas?"
Sandy.s quick wit had reminded him
that the electric bell in the servants
quarters, which he had just set ringing
for two whole minutes by pressing the
button in the wall with his left hand
might by bare possibility attract at
tention at such an hour from someone in
the street or across the way. 1t was u
slim chance, but the only thing that
could be done. There was no sound
without. The first attempt had failed.
Now for the second, and Sandy pressed
again to the wall, fumbing with his
right hand, and again pushing the cleo
trio button in as far US he could. He
could not hear the bell, but he knew it
was ringing loudly.
"Look here, fellers don't rattle me-"
he pleaded "Tll find it as soon as |
can. Dis panel is very nifty and yer
can't find it as asy as yer can open de
outside door," He moved his hand hur-
redly over the wall, as if for the spring
that would open the panel.
His heart beat almost to bursting. He
grew disheartened. What if no one
came to his aid, and he should be forced
to hand over his trust to these ruffians?
Never! He closed his eyes tight, and
gave the button five quick pushes. He
listened intently.
Some one was pounding on the lower
door. Quick as thought to avoid the
blow that he felt would come, Sandy
threw up his hands and with a scream
for help, fell backward. That instant
the front door was burst open, and there
came the rush of heavy feet up the stairs.
With muttered oaths the two men leaped
for the door, overturning the two police
men as they passed through it.
Sandy was on his feet now. He
dashed down the hall after the men.
They were making for the side window
through which they had come. The
smaller man bolted through. The other,
tried to follow, but Sandy was upon him,
before he could get out.
As he stumbled and threw himself into
the opening, the plucky boy jumped for
the sash, and bringing it down on the
struggling wretch, pinned him fast for u
moment, until he was joined by the
policemen. The distinguished leader of
the nocturnal expedition was then secured,
and marched off, growing.
At the station Sandy recounted the
circumstances of the attempted robbery
and received many compliments for his
pluck and ceverness. "Just the barest
chance in the world, me bye" said the
tall Irish sergeant, as he patted Sandy on
the back. The other burglar was never
caught.
Mr.. Wilmington, on his return that
Sunday morning, was of course much
| uSlblllSHtu Ut Will Dptitu, anu
much pleased with the part Sandy had
played in the little drama. lie confden-
italy informed his sister sometime after
wards that this new evidence of the boys
honesty and faithfulness had so impressed
him that his future was assured so long
as he remained with him
And now, five years later, Sandy is
filling the position of confidential man
to his employer with much ability. His
future is indeed bright, and it will not be
surprising if in another year or so the
sign over Mr. Whittington's office door
be changed for another that bears two
names.
Whenever Mr.. Wilmington catches
sight of that little old satchel he smiles
to himself and wonders if the burglars,
had they been successful, would have
appreciated the fine quality of manila
paper he had locked up in it.
However, Sandy, the quondam vaga-
bond, is none the WISER Yankee Blade.