The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-12-22
ROBBING A LAWYER.

IL Ue quits WIN you afOro long, "
said the prisoner to the solicitor for the
prosecution as he turned to descend to
the cells
For Joe Renshaw felt hurt. That
particular solicitor, Benjamin Timpany
Joe made Il note of tho name and reg
istered q resolution not to forget it
had conducted his case with zeal that
seemed to border on animus, otherwise
MIR. Renshaw's explanation KS to his
presence on inclosed promises Mt mid
night might have been accepted.
Mr.. Timpany heard the words Ho
saw the glance that accompanied them.
1t was not reassuring glance. If one
met it by tho light of bullseye at mid
night-ugh! Mr. Timpany shuddered.
"Clcverest cracksman going, Joel"
said the sergeant in a tone almost of
admiration. Electric bells and all
that sort of thing don't bother him
bit. Ho can get through an iron shut
ter as if it was brown paper
Mr.. Timpany' S state of mind became
less complaccnt than ever. He had done
his duty to his client in insuring this
desporado's conviction, but he began to
wonder whether Il man could not do his
duty too we'll
He began to think how exposed his
house was, how low tho back garden
wall, how close the balconies TO the
ground, how rusty the front door chain
and how insecure the window fastcn-
ings. There was, however, one conso-
lation-he had six months start of Mr..
Renshaw.
MIR. Timpany's politcness to the po-
hceman whose beat embraced his house
and who had once been seen liissin.e his
housemaid was surprising having re-
gard to the Indignation he had evinccd
when some time previously he had been
Informed Of the louscmaid incident.
Tho six months OF his incarceration
did not speed quito So quickly for Joe
Renshaw rs for Mr.. Tilnpany
Joe was avcrsc To labor of any kind.
moro especially to the hard variety.
He had, however, ample time and op-
portunity for meditation on what he con
sldercd the vindictivc wickcdncss of
Mr.. Timpany and the means for it's re-
quital.
Artist as he was in his own line, in
the operation contemplated he meant to
excel himself. He would not hurry
over it; he would bide his time. Every
thing comes, ho reflected, to the man
who waits. He would walton Tim
pany.
At last came the hour when he step
ped forth a free man-anyway for
time. He began to look about for oc-
cupation, not work. He had had six
months at that, and if he had cared for
honest work outside prison walls it
would have been difficult to find.
One, two, three months since the ex-
piration of Renshaw's sentence had ex-
pircd, and Mr.. Timpany began to i'm
aginc that he had forgotten his promise
and to sleep soundly Of nights He even
venturcd occasionally to bring homo
valuable documents of title and secu-
rites in his black bag and to once moro
believe in the truth of tho adago that
an Englishman' s house is his castle.
But one night while Mr.. Timpany
was wrapped in gcntlo sleep and his
pajamas thin streak OF white light
glimmcred for an instant along his back
garden. Bcndigo, who slept with ono
eye open, fancicd he caught a glimpse
of something that ought not to DO there
and emitted deep, warning growl
Much to his surprise, as if by magic
savory piece of horschesh, just suffi-
GENTLY underdono to suit the palate of
SO dainty canine epicure, fell within
n yard of his nose
With the snorting growl that was his
usual expression of delight, tho bulldog
rose and shifted it. Then he licked it.
and it tasted even more savory than it
smelled.
.Bendigo bolted it, and seeing no NOR
sells lying about turned to regain his
kennel. but ere he could reach it his
limbs stiffened, and he rolled over with
out groan-stone dead.
few minutes later a marvellous CEN
terbit was running its way silently but
surely through Mr.. Timpany's iron
shutters.
Before long the shutter had been
quietly pushed open, replaced, and Joe
Renshaw was seated in the breakfast
room, around which his bullseye flash
was moving.
The disk Of light rested moment on
small cabinet the lock Of which Mr..
Renshaw leisurely proceeded to neatly
pick.
"Tradesmen's bills, " he grunted, all
feceipted. Wot spendthrift the chap
must be THROWN away his money in
payin accounts Some folks never knows
the wally O. money. He earns his cas-
Ter than does"
Then, his list shoes making not the
slightest sound, he crept into a room
which served Mr.. Timpany for a kind
of home Office.
'This is better" chuchled the bur-