The free press., 1894-09-13

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bulldog rose and shifted it. Then he
licked it, and it tasted even more sa-
worry than it smelled.
Bendigo bolted it, and seeing no
morsels lying about turned to regain
his kennel, but ere he could reach it
his limbs stiffened, and he rolled over
without a groan-stone dead.
A few minutes later marvellous
centrebit was running its way silently
but surely through one Of Mr..
Timpany's iron shutters.
Before long the shutter had been
quietly pushed open, replaced, and
Joe Renshaw was seated in the break
fast room, around which the bull eye
| flash was moving.
The disk of light rested moment
on a small cabinet, the lock of which
Mr.. Renshaw leisurely proceeded to
neatly pick.
"Trademen's bills, he grunted, call
recelpted. spendthrift the chap
must be, THROWN away his money in
payin' accounts Some folks never
knows the wally O. money. He earns
his easier 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 centrebit was called
into operation. But it was tough
job, and file and crowbar had to be
brought into play, and Mr.. Renshaw's
brow was moist before the door showed
the slightest signs of yielding.
eff 1 had the man as made this
here" he growled, "he'd never make
no more. The idea o. folks 'avin' awk-
ward furniture like this in their 'ouses
It's only out of aggravation to give
folks unnecessary trouble over their
work"
But at last the hinges gave way to
the brutal but silent attacks of the jim
my where the file had bitten and
gnawed, and Joe, quickly forcing the
inner drawers, turned his bull 's-eye on
the contents.
"Well" he said, and then he swore.
carter all, nothin' but pile o dirty
parchment not worth a crown" and he
angrily turned over the bundles of
deeds which represented tens of thou
sands of pounds.
But as the last drawer slid open a
chuckle escaped him. There lay
bundle of crisp Bank of England notes,
which Mr.. Timpany had received on
the completion of a conveyancing mat
ter after office hours, on behalf of his
client, too late to pay into the bank.
Stufing the notes into his pocket,
he gathered mp his tools and prepared
to depart. To his great Joy, he saw
upon the table bottle of port wine
and a tumbler.
"Oh, amt e kind" he soliloquized,
'''to perwide refreshment rs we'll as
amusement? He might a left it in
tureen, an really don't like drinkin'
port out of a tumbler. Reckon he's
too thirsty for wine glasses, an mops
it up here on the @. T."
And taking up the bottle Mr.. Rem
shaw placed it to his lips and drank
and drank, until he had drained it to
the dregs.
Replacing the bottle on the table,
he picked up his tools. He was bit
tired after his exertions, though he
had not felt it SO Enthusiastically as
now.
He slid into a chair to rest for
moment. He felt quite sleepy. Ii
there had been more than half bot
tie of port he would have fancled he
was drunk.
sThis won't do" he muttered. II
must get back to the pony trap. was
ser matter so sleep -eep-eepy Ahoo!
And he yawned loudly.
He essayed to rise, but could not
For moment he felt thrill OF fright
but it died away in deep and drown
ing slumber. His arms sank upon the
table and his head between them.
And there, five hours later, Mr.
Timpany, trotting down in his dress
ing gown, found him. For moment
he started, then he said:
"My friends man OF his wora'