Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1894-02-02

| receipted. WOt spendthrlft the cnaK'
must be, THROWN away his money in pay
ing 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 Mr., Timpany uted for kini ii
home office.
"This is better chuckled the burs
glar, espying a safe in the corner, 4
once again the centerbit was called N
operation But it was tough job.
file and crowbar had to be brought 81
play, and Renshaw's brow was mi N
before the door showed TIE slightest 81 HA
Of yielding
"If had the man as made tili5
here" he growled. he'd never make
no more. The idea of folks 'avin awks
ward furniture like this in their 'ouses !
It's only out of aggeravation to give
folks unnecessary trouble over their
work."
But at last the hinges gave way TO
the brutal but silent attl cks Of the
jimmy where the file had bitten ann
gnawed and Joe. quickly forcing III
inner drawers, turned his bulla-eye 81
the contents.
"Well!" he said, and then he svorc.
carter all, nothing but o pile o dirty
parohments not worth o crown sud
he angrily turned over the bundles DC
deeds which represented tens Of thons-
ands of pounds.
But as the last drawer slid open q
chuckle escaped him. There laya bum
die of crisp Bank of England note
which Mr.. Timpany had received y
the completion of a conveyancing MI
ter after Office hours, on behalf Of
client. too late to pay into the bank
Stuffing the notes into bis pocket,
and gathering up his tools, he prepafsd
to depart. To his great joy, he NV
upon the table bottle Of port winei
and tumbler. e
"Oh, amt o kind" he soliloquized, 4
"to perwide refreshment as we'll AL
amusemant He might o. left it in 81
tureen, and really don't like drinking
port out Of tumbler. Reckon he's
too thirsty for wine glasses and mops Il
up here GA the O. T."
And taking up the bottle, Mr.. Rem
shaw placed II to his lips and drank and
drank until he had drained il to the
dregs.
Replacing the bottle on the table
picked up his tools He was o bit
after his exertions, though he had
felt il SO Enthusiastically as now
Hc slid into chair to rest for ID
ment. He felt quite sleepy. II thsi1
had been more than a half-bottls Of porA
he would have fancied that no was
drunk.
This won. do" he muttered, Il
must get back to the poney trap. Was
er m after, so sleep-esp-eepy! sAhoo !"
as he yawned loudly
For moment he folt thrill of fright,
but it died away in deep and drown
ing slumber. His arms sank upon til
table and his head between them.
" u
And there, five hours later, Mr.. Tim
HuuJt bIosbtuB uuWu iu uts utoobtuk II
gown, found him For moment hcl
started, then he said
"My friends man Of his word. 4
thought he was, though I began to give,
him up. So the glass bottles On u K
wall, the bulldog, the electric bells a. III
the iron shutters all failed me. But IN
own idea-the drugged bottle of win.'
which I've loft 10 the room ever sinct
this gcntleman's last sentence expired
has done its work admirably.
And then Mr., Timpany trotted up
stairs for that patent alarm whistle and
woke up all the slecpers in the locality,
except the burglar, who slept on for
several hours more aud awoke to Gud
himself seated on hard doal board ia
police station cell.
He 10 now commencing a term Of IL
years penal servitudc. and the constant
reflection is that it's ''all through doing
business with lawyers"