Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-12-02
CANDEN0Y AND HIS BURGLAR.

great.
His only hesitation in visiting a
place was his fear of burglars. He
always declared he would sometime
be robbed, and was constantly expect
ing it, and was ever prepared for it,
sleeping with a revolver under his
pillow.
This was his only weak point
Afraid of being robbed. In other re-
spects he was a fearless man, for he
cared not a straw about dogs, lightn-
ing, cars, or ghosts. He even dared to
do the square thing with the landlady /;
and when he carried on an establish
ment of his own, he always paid his
housekeeper. So the people say that
Leran Candenoy is as square man
as one often meets.
Last year Candenoy was feeling
unusually happy at the beginning of
his vacation.
He had started out without any de-
finite idea as TO where he would spend
his two months in the country. He
left the city and went to the village
of Henderson, stayed two weeks |;
grew restless, packed his trunk, and
took the stage for Campbells Points.
Here he was delighted. Such an ex-
panse of natural attractions he had
never seen.
Great stretches of white sand beach T;
miles of high clay bank magnificent
groves ofmaple, beech, pine and chest
nut: A bay, which equals the Bay of
Naples, encircled by row of grassy
islands; huge rocks half projecting
from the water, and great wide marsh
es partially covered with creamy
white water lilies. In the midst of
this enhancing place were huddled
together, in a beautiful grove, fifteen
or twenty neat cottages, every one
the exact counterpart of its neighbor.
1t was in one of these Leran Candle
noy, after boarding few days at a
farm house, and sleeping at his cot
tage, sent to Watertown for his house
keeper. She was an old woman, a
sort of an inheritance that descended
from father to son in the Candenoy
family. She was not ambitious of
worldly goods, so Leran had no fear
of being robbed by his housekeeper.
She was duely installed in cottage No.
5 Chestnut Avenue; and things went
on smoothly in the Candenoy house
hold, Leran had almost forgotten his
dread of burglars in the quiet enjoy
ment of his lonely ramblings and
musings.
One evening he reached the cottage
little later than usual. His house
keeper was already in bed [; and the
cottage was in darkness, as were all
others. He entered the cottage. As
usual he examined the windows and
locked the doors before retiring.
A decanter of wine and a box of
cigars set on the table. They lured
him from his bed. He sat down con-
tentedly for a quiet smoke. Life was
pleasant to Candenoy. He had no
regrets; no ruined hopes; no baffled
ambitions. Candenoy was a strange
mixture of sentimentality and reality,
still he was inclined toward the roman
tic side of life, and as he smoked his
Havana and slipped his pure port he
INDUCED in fancies that would have
shocked his old housekeeper worse
than charge of electricity. Can.
denoy for the time forgot that such a
thing as burglar ever existed. He
was in condition of repose that shut
out the gloomy things of life. How
ever, he finally realized that it was
time to retire, and looking at the
clock he saw it was one o'clock, so
turning out the light in the sitting
room he wens to his bedroom. "What
has Mary been up to-" he muttered
to himself as he noticed a strange
dressing case and new bedstead
in the room. "Been changing the
furniture around little l guess" was
his thought. "She is always making
some change )" he disrobed and got
into bed; and as he laid his head OIL
the pillow, he was startled by slight
noise at the front of the cottage.
He listened intently, but nervously.
A few minutes passed and he heard no
more, so he laid back on his pillow
and tried to sleep. But that unlucky
noise made sleep out of the question
for him.
He was nervous and fidgety. The
thought of burglars made him appre-
hensive. He took his revolver from
under his pillow and held it in his
hand for some time. He was begin
ming to browse a little when step
in the hall aroused him. Yes, there
was no mistake, he could hear it
plainly. After waiting for years, he
was to be robbed at last
At first Candenoy felt cold chill
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