Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-11-17

All, t1ley TO d-udlklll, anu 3 pOs6 tHey w
got this part of the 'ouse all to their
selves, since there amt no children or
guests. ="
The talking was evidently going on
in bedroom which opened into cor
ridor that lay on Mr.. Browns right
hand, and SO, with the utmost caution,
the burglar crept softly down the pas
sage until he reached door that was
partly ajar. A little investigation serv-
ed to show Mr.. Brown that the cham.
Der to which the door belonged was a
dressing room, and that. furthermore,
the dressing room opened into the bed
room in which the conversation was
taking place. Very stealthily the house
breaker entered and crawled to the bed
room door. Arrived there he expert
enced no difficulty i'll hearing every word
that was spoken.
II refuse emphatically, Lord
Heathington was exclaiming, 'and
I'll trouble you to leave this room at
once. -
"Not until get what want" an
"You shall never have another far
thing from me-, said the peer. "You
have run through all your own money
and considerable portion Of mine, and
won't stand your Matchmaking any
longer Now, you can leave this room
and my house as soon as you like. +"
The younger man uttered fierce i'm.
precation.
eff you won't give me what !
want" he shouted, "I'll find way of
making you. :"
"As you see fit to descend to vulgar
threats" returned Lord Heathington
quietly, II shall have to have you put
out Of the house"
So saying, he advanced toward the
bellrope and was about to pull it when
his brother sprang forward, and being
by far the more powerful of the two
knocked him down with one blow of his
fist. Then, as Lord Heathington at
tempted to rise, his relative dropped
on to his knees and held him down by
the throat.
Help! Help! Murder" exclaimed
the PROSTATE man in half stifled tones.
Joey, looking through the door, saw
the younger man put his hand inside
his coat and draw shining object from
his pocket-the same object that he
had examined so intently in the hall.
Joey was not an individual possessed Of
much virtue, but he was an English.
man, and in common with his country.
men was always inclined to side with
the weaker party whom any struggle
was going on. He knew that any in
reference on his part would lead to his
detection and subsequent arrest, but he
did not allow that thought to deter him
from the course Of action which he re-.
solved to take. He saw the uplifted
weapon. He heard Lord Heathington's
cry of "Murder!" and he could see the
diabolical look on the face of the other
man. Joey took in the situation in
moment The events Of few seconds
take some minutes to describe, and it
must be remembered that the occur.
renee we are describing was of less
than minutes duration from first to
last. It was large room, and between
the door and the struggling couple was
huge four poster.
Joey, on seeing the uplifted weapon,
snatched pillow from the bed and
threw it with all his force at the would
be murderer's head. Then he sprang
across the bed and grappled with him
ere he had time to take his brothers. life.
With an exclamation of baffled re.
venge Lord Heathington's brother
turned on the burglar and buried his
dagger-for the weapon was a poinard
of Italian make, which usually hung on
the wall of Lord Heathington's study
in Joey's side. simultaneously the bur.
glar dealt him tremendous blow on
his head with jimmy, and when the
frightened domestics, aroused by their
masters frantic tugs at the bellrope,
arrived on the scene they found house
breaker and peers brother lying side by
side, the first dying, the second only
unconscious
=
An hour later Joey RECEIVERS con.
seriousness, thanks to the efforts Of the
doctors who were hastily called in. Lord
Heathington' brother, dangerously but
not mortally hurt, lies in his own room.
Joey himself rests on his lordship's bed.
His life is fast ebbing away, for the
physicians say that they cannot save it.
Lord Heathington, eternally grateful
to the man who has saved his life, sits
by the bedside, anxiously watching the
sufferers face.
Joey's lips move, and the peer bends
over him and listens for what he would
cay.
Didn't -nothin-yer-- lawd.
Ship" murmurs Joey family. My
my last crib, yer lawdship. Coin to
turn honest, yer l'-
Joey's voice fails him, and the doctor
by his side puts cordial to his lips.
Take - pub country" continues
Joey, with an effort, "medders-cows
and sheep, yer lawdship, turn honest
cracked this-larst crib-lawdship"-
And then, with long sigh, the bur.
glars soul takes wing. and who will
say that by his last brave act Joey did
not redeem his crimes of the paplS--.
Million.