Arizona republican., 1891-07-11

an [ burglars. is It. Nor the tlre cr partment: Dear me. Cousin Melinda, what ran you possibly be wanting ut tnis time of uight?"
 "Lucretia." said Miss Parkinson "hush! Come with me at once."
 "Laws!" cried Mrs. Larkins, hurrieGly shuthing her feet into list slippers and hinSInS on an ancient funnel dressing gown. what is tue natter Ain't no- body sick, Is the:et"
 "lts a somnambulist. whispered Miss Parkinson, IS Mrs. Larkins joined her in the hail. "A poor crazy creature on the roof next door, all alone by herself. with notn1nS but n step between her and death.
 La" said Mrs. Larlsins, beginning to trcinble and develop strongly hystericul symptoms Are you sure. quite sure. now. Melinda, that it ain't the Limbur- ger cheese settin' heavy on yonr stoin- ach: It don't agree with everybody. you know Aud"-
 Come and see for yourself" said Me- linda; and she drew her cousin to ths curtained easement which commanded the feline anl the smoke blackened view previously alluded to-. "Fhere!o Don't you see her dress autter. Do you per ceive how dangerously near the rarapet wall she standsy'
 Oh. good gracious!" criel Mrs. Lar. kins. covering her eyes with her hands. Let's call Lemuel."
 Who is lt that lives in the mex: nonse!" demanded Melinda. For we must go lIere ourselves, Lucreti;l There's no nme to rouse up anybody"
 And bemuel sleeps lse a log said Mrs, LlrSlns. "and always thrasb". round Wlth ms lists Tne.I ..e $ rouseu up sudden, tnmxln' of burglars tie very first thing, poor dear. It's Mir. Burnabee as lives there, d manufacturer of ladies' felt skirts: quite dscent ani respectable. Oh. yes, my dear; p'rap' we'd better go, then. or the poor iear'il fling herself over the parapet, anu it'll be clear case for the cOronerS inquest"
 In the clouiy moonlight the two wom- en crept down stars and rang loudly ut Mir, Burnabec's door.
 There was delay. There always is a delay after the ringing of Il city door bell. But to Miss Parkinson and Mrs. Larl;ins there Wal delly which seemed almost inter ninrble before Mir Burma bee appe yrei on the scene, little oll red nose man, with scanty gray hair, n palm leaf patterned dressing gown. and n candle whose feeble flame fiickered to and fro while he hell it shaded from the night wind with one hand.
 "ls it fire" saIl Mir. Durnabee, "or is it Il accident OL the elevated roal? I've always knUwel it would come sooner or later"
 The roof! The roofr gaspsd Me linda.
 "Save l,er!' shrisk,1 Mrs. Larkins.
 "Eh:'' sail Mir Burnabee. "Save who: What are you talking about. la- dies:'
 "rhe slecpwalGer!" crial Miss Par.in- son. The poIr creature who hovers between life aal deIth on the top of this houser
 We saw woman on the roof" ex- plained Mrs. LarGIns. "and she wouldn't answer when my cousin called to her, Ril We're almost certain surs she's in- sane"
 Mr Burnabee's wrinkled countenancs broke into Il smile.
 "flart aiu't no woman there." sail he.
 Man" sail Miss Melinda, you are Geceiying us.
 its nothing oa earth" went on Mr. Buruabee, but my wire dummy as fit the skirts over. Inc roof ledieI all over bpr new piuE canbric slip in the hard shower yesterday, SD jo t set her out on the roof tU dry. pat hhr out at night, becauS- knowtl if di l it in the day time tlertd b. no en of people asking questions an minding every woody else's business bnt their own"
 Oar said Miss Parkinson, rather awkwardly.
 "Of course" sail Mrs. Larkins. biting her lip
 "Much obiige to you. all the same" said Mir Buruaboe blIndly, although he still chuckled.
 And the two women crept hc're again.
 "Lurrrtia. sAil Miss Parkinson. sgandinS opposite her own door.
 Wv well!' iaitered Mrs. Larkins, scarcely able to rrpress her sEivering.
 '.Dunt speak of this to any one. will you!"
 No. won't" said Mrs. Larkins.
 But II Is to be feared that she dil not keep iA.. worl. for Mir. Larkins was full of ,ttrs ,illnIuuS tne next day, anl Miss PerseIuous cOuiI scarcely speak for laugnln.s.
 Mis-; Parkinson purchased her pat terms. aul se1arei her summer styles and hastrn.I speedily bIck to Center vllle. U;ll ever siIce sne deciares that all the wealth of line Indies would not in. duce her to lIve in tnit sinS of iuiQuty anL neal center of mystery, New York, Ani If people ask her whv. she only shakes her heal aui says mysteriously:
 "Necer mind!"-Amy Ranlolph in New iori, Ledger
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