The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-10-17

powdered haired cove iksplained-'er
ladyship is out 'er town. Very well,
then. The mewses is to my back, SO the
front of the 'ouse must be afore me-
All, they re a-talkin, and | s'pose they've
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 MIR. 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
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 in hearing every word
that was spoken.
81 refuse - emphatioally, Lord
Heathington was exclaiming, land
I'll trouble you to leave this room at
once. >"
mot until get what 1 want" an
swered the other in an insolent tone.
you shall never have another far
thing from me, 3" 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.
IF you won't give me what ]
want" he shouted, "I'll find way of
making you. :"
Gas you see fit to descend to vulgar
threats" returned Lord Heathington
quietly, 81 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.
"Helpl Helpl Murderl' 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 a 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 i'll common with his country
men was always inclined to side with
the weaker party when 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 coarse of action which he re.
solved to take. He saw the uplifted
weapon. He heard Lord Heathington's
cry of ''Murderl" and he could see the
diabolical look ON the face of the other
man. joey took in the situation in o
{ moment. The events of q 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 tc
last. 1t was large room, and between
tho door and the struggling couple was
a huge four poster.
joey, on seeing the uplifted weapon,
snatched pillow from the bed and
be murderer's head Then he sprang
across the bed and grappled with him
ere he had time to take his brother s life.
With an exclamation Of baffled re-
venge Lord Heathington' brother
turned on the burglar and buried his
dagger--for the weapon was poinard
of Italian make, which usually hung Oh
tho wall of Lord Heathington's study
in Joey's side. Simultaneously the bur
glar dealt him tremendous blow Oh
his head with jimmy, and when the
frightened domestics, aroused by theiI
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 recovers con
seriousness, thanks to the efforts of the
doctors who were hastily called in. Lord
Heathington's 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 Huntington, 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
say.
Didn't -nothin-yer- laWd-
strip, murmurs Joey family. My
my last crib, yer lawdship. Coin to
turn honest, yer p
Joey's voice fails him, and the doctor
by his side puts a 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 a Tong 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 past3--