Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-10-05
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The ''house with the cupola," Fas
1t was generally referred to. was
situated at the head of the long and
struggling street called Main street.
in the village Of Davisburg 1t was
bulls for and occupied by the editor
OF the Clarion. To be more explicit,
Mr.. Boneset, as I will call him, was
editor. publisher, and proprietor of
the Clarion. Mr.. Boneset wasn't
much of an editor, and the Clarion
wasn't much of newspaper, but both
managed to exist.
The editor was fifteen years build
ing the house with che cupola All
the lumber, hardware, plastering, and
painting was secured by advertising
and subscriptions.
One day, week or so after the
ClariOn's announcement that ''we
have finally moved into our new
house on the hill, and our wife is
we'll pleased with the location" the
wife was called away by the illness of
a relative, and that night the editor
had the house all to himself. 1t was
midnight when he was aroused from
his dreams. A mantwith a pistol sat
on the bed beside him. A lamp had
been lighted by the intruder, and the
editor had only to open his eyes to
realize that something had happened
to knock his usual routine into "pi. :"
II want money" growled the in
truder, as he saw that the editor was
awake.
elbow did you get in9" queried the
latter.
''By way of a ladder, the roof, and
the cupola, if you want to know.
Come, shell out!''
"My friend, we have nothing to
SHE'LL" was the honest reply. I'VE
did have SO in cash, but we gave it to
our wife when she went away to-day.
You may possibly find 80 or 40 cents
in our trousers but the sum total
will not reach So"
"You are swindle of a man. you
are, exclaimed the burglar ''Get out
of bed and look around. I've got to
have money, and you must shell out
or take the consequences"
my friend, We'll get out of bed
and we'll search around. but the re-
suit will be fruitless The fact is,
we've got to borrow money from
someone to get our next bundle of
paper Couldn't you-"
Now overhaul that bureau" COM
manded the bdrglar, as Mr.. Boneset
got into his trousers.
The sum total Of wealth would not
have figured up dollar. There was
an old locket, washed lingering,
and plated watch chain, many years
old. The burglar was indignant and
made threats, He ordered Mr.. Bone
set to accompany him about the
house and overhaul closets and trunks
and boxes. He even insisted on a
search of the pantry. saying that he
had heard OF people hiding their
money in old teapots on the top shelf.
AS the editor appeared to be mild
hammered and harmless, the burglar
gradually relaxed his precautions
They had finished with the pantry
when Mr.. Boneset saw his opportu-
nifty.
Urged by force he could not resist,
although he had never even knocked
chip off mans shoulder in his life,
he struck out with his right and hit
the stranger on the point of the jaw.
1t was prize fighters blow, and the
stranger was put to sleep Mr.. Bone
set lost 80 seconds Of valuable time
in recovering from his amazement,
and then he reached for one Of the
half dozen clothes lines, and in
couple of minutes had his man Sc
curely bound. He was in time. In
deed, he had started a bit of fire in
the kitchen stove. and drawn up the
family rocking chair before the burg
lar regained his senses.
swell, as you see. the tables are
turned" observed the editor, as he
set his chair in motion.
The burglar struggled and cursed
and threatened, but he was helpless.
GAS an editor" continued Mr.
Boneset, 1--WE have continuously and
persistently advocated that we had
too much law in this country, and
that most of the laws were too Sc
verely enforced. Take the crime Of
burglary for instance. We can re-
member fifty different instances
where we have declared that the
minimum penalty even was relic Of
barbarism. We have strenuously con-
tended that men we're driven to
crime in order to procure the necessi-
ties of life, and that instead of more
prisons we needed more aid societies.
Our esteemed contemporary has al
ways taken an opposite view, and our
arguments have been very exhaustive
and rancorous. Were you. driven to
this crime because of hunger?"
''Look here, you old bloke, I'll
have your life for this" replied the
burglar
'sAre you hungry"
Hungry! Dye think Pm a fool?"
''aave you looked in vain for
chance to turn your muscle into
money in an honest way?"
"D'ye mean work."