The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-03-24
moment on a small cabinet, the lock


OF which Mr.. Renshaw leisurely pro
ceeded TO neatly pick.
"Tradesmen's bills" he grunted,
all receipted; wot "A spendthTift the
chap must be, throwing away hi'
money In paying accounts some
folks never knows the wallyo' money.
He earns his easier than / does
/ Then, In his list shoes making not
! the ightest sound, he crept into
room which served Mr.. Timpany foI
kind OF home Office.
This is better" chuckled the
burglar, espying safe in the corner;
and, once again, the centerbit was
called into operation.
But it, was a 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.
If had the man as made this
here" he growled. "hc'd never make
no more. The idea O. folks 'avnR
awkward furniture like this In their
houses! It's only out OF aggeravation
To give people unnecessary trouble
! over their work"
But at last the hinges gave way to
the brutal but silent attacks OF the
! Jimmy where the fle had bitten and
gnawed, and Joe, quickly forcing
the inner drawers, turned his BULBS
eye on the contents
"Well," he said, and then he
swore. "Arter all nothin' but pile
o dirty parchment not worth a
crown" and he angrily turned over
the bundles OF deeds which repre-
sented tens OF thousands OF pounds.
But as the last drawer slid open a
chuckle escaped him. There lay a
bundle OF crisp Bank OF England
notes, which Mr.. Timpany had re-
c,ived on the completion OF con
veyancing matter after Office hours,
on behalf OF his client, too late TO pay
into the bank.
Stuiling the notes into his pocket,
he gathered up his tools and pre-
pared TO depart TO his great JOY he
saw upon the table bottle OF lort
wine and-a tumDler.
"Oh, amt he kind" he solilo-
quized, Ito perwide refreshment az
well as amusement? lie might have
left it n tureen-an' really | don't
like drinkin' port out OF lumber
Reckon he's too thirsty for wine
glasses, an mops it up here on the
qt"
Taking up the bottle, Mr., Eenshaw
placed it TO his lips and drank and
drank until he had drained 1t TO
the drcgS
Repla ing the bottle on the table,
he picKed up his tools lie was IA b q
tired after his cXcrtions, though no
had not felt it SO unmistakably aS
now.
He slid into IA chair to rest for a
moment He felt quite sleepy If
there had been more than half a
! bottle OF port he would have fanCicd
he was drunk.
"This won't do" he muttered. 81
must get back to the pony trap.
! Wasser marrer, SO slcep-cep-eepy.
| Ahoo!" and he yawned loudly.
lie essayod to rise, but could not.
For moment he felt thrill OF
fright, but it died away in a deer
and drowning slumber. His arms
sank upon the table and his head be.
tween them.
There, five hours later, Mr.. Tim
pany, trotting down in his dressing.
gown, found him. For moment he
started, then he said,
"My friends IL man Of his word
thought he was-though | began &c
give him up. So the glass bottles on
the wall, the bulldog, the electric
bells, and the iron shutters all failed
me. But my own idea, the drugged
bottle OF wine, which l left in this
room ever since this geutleman's last
sentence e.p.red, has done its work
admirably"
Then NJ. Timpany trotted upstairs
for that patent alarm whistle, and
woke up all the sleepers in that 10
cality, except the burglar who slep,
on Tor several hours more, and awukt
To find himself seated on hard dea
board in "A police station cell,
He is now commencing term O
twelve years penal scrvitude, and hi
constant reflection is that il Is "al
through dong business with lawyers