Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-04-28
WIFE AND WEALTH.

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"What for" inquired Claude Brown o
Frank Jones.
Because" replied Frank, ''it Is the onl,
proper way TO live"
"Well, II you think it's such great snap
why don't you get married"
"Thunderation, mani h6&'s fellow 3,
buy a whole steamboat when he hasn'
money enough to buy splinter of a stag
plank"
Whats the matter with marrying ricl
girlr
where's the girli" queried Charlie
Smith argued awhile against matrimony
and at $50 started for home. He wa,
thinking the conversation over and as ht
trudged along IL occurred to him that a
bachelor was not only knot on log, but
he was very lonesome knot.
| His way led him through the aristocratic
portion of the city, and as he passed fine
house his reverie was disturbed by the pc
culiar click of turning lock, and the mat
rimonial line OF thought was knocked all
away by the reportorial instinct, and he
saw instead of blushing, blooming Mrs.
Smith burglar cracking a millionaire's 5
dining room and making OFF with his sill
| YER
He thought Of the beautiful scoop he was
going TO have on the other fellows, and
slipping into the shadow he waited and lis
tened.
Click went the lock again as II the bur
| glar was nervous and was more anxious TO
| open the door than he was TO preserve the
ordinary burglarious quiet
The reporter scrutinized the door closely
| and discovered that the robber was not on
| the outside, but was evidently within and
| was working his way out, and lac felt a
thud Of excitement at the thought OF being
able TO capture the man with the Doodle on
his person.
He slipped his revolver out OF his pocket,
turned IL on the door, and an instant after
terward the door sprung, and Charley was
ready TO cry, Throw up your hands"
when instead of a burglar what appeared
to be ghost came out
"It can't be ghost" he whispered In
an assuring tone TO himself, "for ghosts
don't unlock doors. They just come right
through them, but if 1t isn't ghost. what
| the deuce il iti'
| whatever IL was came out into the vestibule
and down the steps slowly, as IL uncertain
| Of its movements, and when about half way
| to the pavement stopped.
"Whew," said the reporter, 'it's n wom-
an, and she's got on a nightgown. I'll have
| to see about this" and with his revolver
ready In case Of accident he stepped out
| Of the shadow and spoke To the ghostly
| walker.
Good evening" he said nervously.
mo, excuse me. i mean good morning.
IL you're going TO market, maybe you'd
better go back and put on an ulster"
Ordinarily Charlie would have been
more gallant, but this was anything but
| an ordinary affair and he didn't require
| newspaper instinct to tell him so.
The sheeted figure made no reply, but
| moved again and came toward him. The
| cold chills chased each other down his back,
and he looked for a policeman with the
| usual result.
"Stand back" he said: this pistol amt
loaded, but it might 20 off,"
But on II came, and Charlie found that
his legs wouldn't move In spite Of all he
could do TO make them.
One step more, and he stood face to face
with his strange discovery, and Charlie saw
that II was not only woman, but young
and handsome one, and he began to feel
better.
| IL beg your pardon" he said, 'but the
night air is cool, and you appear to be
dressed rather lightly. Can / render you
Il
house that has frightened you"
| Still no answer, and Charlie, emboldened
by his own words. stepped to the young
woman's side and gently took her by the
arm.
She turned her face to him, and then the
mystery was solved.
Another La Somnambula' of the stage,
with q reporter IA first tenor and leading
man. Well, this is goI''
I've got to take her In the house any
how, that's plain" he said to himself, aud
he gently led the willing walker back to the
| door and rang he bell and rang it with a
40-horsepower dHaft
The next minute the beautiful sleep
walker was no longer asleep, but wide
awake. and Charlie had plump young wo-
man In his arms in a dead faint, and he
| made dash with his burden into the hall,
only to meet healthy young man even
| more en- deshabille
| What's thisi" he shouted, making a
grab at Charles throat.
shut the door, you idiot" gurgled Char
lie, dropping the girl on the floor and al
most putting his foot on her, after the man
ner of sic semper tyrannis
What does this meanf" again shouted
the young man, and the remainder of the
family came tumbling down stairs, none Of
them fixed to see company.
Let go of me and shut that door, and
I'll tell you, wbeezed Charlie "You don't
want to raise the neighborhood and bring
the patrol wagon, do your
Some Of the other members Of the family
by this time had rescued the reporter and
shut the door, and while the mother and
servants carried the unconscious girl up
stairs Charlie told the father and son how
he had met the young lady and what the
trouble was
Both men knew him by sight and had
met him on change and elsewhere, and II
was not difficult to explain the situation
When he reached the Office next day,
note was waiting for him, and he was In
vited TO call that evening on the mother o
the young lady.
He called, Of course. He saw the moth
er, he saw the daughter, blushing ant
beautiful, and now If Charlie is a bachelo
much longer there will be a breach of prom
ise suit or some other dreadful calamity
for Charles mind Is made up.-Philadel
phia Item.
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