Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1894-03-08
ROBBlNG A LAWYER.

said the prisoner to the solicitor TO
the prosecution as he turned to de
scend to the cells.
For Joe Renshaw felt hurt Tha
particular solicitor, Benjamin Tim
pany-Joe made note Of the nam'
and registered a resolution not to for
get it-had conducted his case with {
zeal that seemed to border on animus
otherwise Mr. Renshaw's explanation
as to his presence on enclosed premise.
at midnight might have been ac'
cepted.
Mr.. Timpany heard the words. He
saw the glance that accompanied
them. 1t was not reassuring glance
If one met it by the light Of bulls
eye at midnight-ugh Mr.. Timpany
shuddered.
"Cleverest cracksman going, Joe !!
said the sergeant in a tone almost ot
admiration. Electric bells and all
that sort of thing don't bother him a
bit. He can get through an iron shut
ter as if it was brown paper.
Mr.. Timpany's state cfmind became
less complacent than ever. He had
done his duty to his client in insurine
this desperado's conviction, but he be-
gan to wonder whether man could
not do his duty too well.
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 months start Of
Mr. Renshaw.
Mr.. Timpany's politeness to the po-
liceman whose beat embraced his
house and who had once been seen
kissing his housemaid was surprising
having regard to the Indignation he
had cvinced when some time previous
ly he had been informed of the house
maid incident.
The six months of his Incarceration
did not speed quite 50 quickly for Joe
Renshaw as for Mr.. Timpany.
Joe was averse to labor ofany kind,
more especially to the hard variety
He had, however, ample time and op-
portunity for meditation on what he
considered the vindictive wickedness
of Mr.. Timpany and the means fol
Its requital.
Artist as he was in his own line, IL
the operation contemplated he meant
to excel himself. He would not hurry
over it; he would bide his time
Everything comes, he reflected, to the
man who waits. He would wait-or
Timpany.
At last came the hour when he
stepped forth a free man-anyway fol
time. He began to look for occu
patton, not work. He had had si1
months at that, and if he had careC
for honest work outside prison walls /
would have been difficult to find.
One, two, three months since the ex
piration of Renshaw's 5 sentence had ex
pired, and Mr.. Timpany began to i'm
agine that he had forgotten his prom
ise and to sleep soundly Of nights. !
even ventured occasionally to brini
home valuable documents of title an,
securities in his black bag and to one
more believe in the truth Of the adag
that an Englishman's house Is his cas-
tie.
But one night while Mr.. Timpan
was wrapped in gentle sleep and HI
pajamas a thin streak Of white ligh
glimmered for an instant along hi
back garden. Bendigo, who slep
with one eye open, fancied he caugh
a glimpse of something that ought no
to be there, and emitted deep, warn
ing grOwl.
Much to his surprise, as if by magic
savory piece of horsefesh, just sufi
ciently underdone to suit the palate c
so dainty canine epicure, fell within
a yard of his nose.
With the snorting growl that wa
his usual expression of delight, tn
bulldog rose and shifted it. Then h
licked it, and it tasted even more sa
vory than it smelled.
Bendigo bolted it, and seeing n
morsels lying about turned to regal
his kennel, but ere he could reach
his limbs stiffened, and he rolled owe
without q oroan-stone dead