New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-12-13
ROBBING A LAWYER.

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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 a note Of the name and reg.
istered a resolution not to forget it
had Conducted his case with zeal that
seemed to border on animus, otherwise
M; Renshaw's explanation as to his
presence on ENCLOSED premises at mid
night might have been accepted. >s-~
Mr.. Timpany heard the words. He
saw the glance that accompanied them.
It was not a reassuring glance. If one
met it by the light Of bullseye at mid
night-ugh! Mr. Timpany shuddered.
"Cleverest craftsman going, Joe!'
said the sergeant in a tone almost of
admiration. ELECTRIC bells and all
that sort of thing don't bother him
bit, He can get through an iron shut
Mr.: Timpany's state Of mind became
less complacent than ever. He had done
his duty to his client in insuring this
desperado's conviction, but he began to
wonder whether a man could not do his
duty too we'll.
He began to think how exposed his
house was, how low the back garden
wall, how close the balconies to the
ground, how rusty the front door chain
and how insecure the window fasten-
ings. There was, however, one conso-
lation-he, had six month s start Of MIR.
Renshaw.
Mr.. Timpany's politeness to the po-
lice,nan whose beat EN- braced his house
and who had once been seen kissing his
housemaid was surprising, having re-
gard to the Indignation he had evinced
when some time previously he had been
Informed of the housemaid incident.
The six months of his incarceration
did not speed quite SO quickly for Joe
Renshaw as for Mr.. Timpany.
Joe was averse to labor OF any kind,
more especially to the hard variety.
He had, however, ample time and op-
pOrtunity for meditation on what he con-
sidered the vindictive wickedness 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, he reflected, to the man
who waits. He would Walton Tim
pany.
At last came the hour when he STEP
| ped forth d free man-anyway for a
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-
! pired, and Mr.. Timpany began to i'm
agine that he had forgotten his promise
| and to sleep soundly Of nights. He even
7entured occasionally to bring home
j valuable documents of title. and secu-
rites in his black bag and to once more
! believe in the truth Of the adage that
! an Englishman' S house is his castle.
! But one night while Mr. Timpany
was Wrapped in gentle sleep and his
! glimmered for an instant along his back
! garden. Bendigo, who slept with one
eye open, fancied he caught glimpse
! Of something that ought not to be there
and emitted a deep, warming growl.
Much to his surprise, as if by magic,
a savory piece Of horsefesh, just suffi-
GENTLY underdone to suit the palate Of
SO dainty a canine epicure, fell within
| a yard Of his nose.
| With the snorting growl that was his
usual expression of delight, the 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 stiffensd. and he rolled over with
! out groan-stOne dead.
A few minutes later marvellous cen
terbit was running it's way silently but
surely through Mr. Timpany's iron
shutters. .-..:.. kid
Before long the shutter had been
| quietly pushed open, replaced, and Joe
Rensiaw was seated in the breakfast
room, around which his bullseye flash
was moving.
The disk Of light rested a moment on
a small cabinet, the lock of which Mr.
Renshaw leisurely proceeded to neatly
/ pick.
Tradesmen' bills, he grunted, all
receipted. 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 room
which served Mr.. Timpany for kind
of home Office.
This is better, = chuckled the bur
glar, espying safe IN the corner, and
once again the centerbit was called into
operation. But it was a tough job, and
file and scrowbar had to be brought into
play, and Mr.. Renshaw's brow was
moist before the door showed the slight
est signs of yielding.
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