Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1895-06-13
AN PLAN.

Only 1t Failed to Work as Young Mrs.
Blanque Had Intended 1t to Do.
It was a small house, a house Just
large enough to shelter early domestic
bliss; the curtains at the windows were
of aggressive newness, and their part
ing displayed al afhuence of distress
ing bric-a-brac which said, plainly,
wedding presents, while the slight dis
order of the apartments betrayed the
un1earned housekeeper. 1t was night,
and not a football broke the otillness
of the scene. Suddenly, as the clock
struck twelve, the front doer opened
and a female figure appeared. She
proceeded to affix & white object to the
door bell.
"There," she remarked, 81 told AL
gernon that 1 should close the house
promptly at twelve on club nights and
that no amount of bon hons would turn
me from my purpose. He will see now
that ave kept my word" And then
the white object swung loose, display
ing the fact that it was a manly night
robe.
The door closed and there was a
sound as of shooting bolts and bell
wires being detached, and then of
female footsteps rapidly ascending the
stairs.
"Now," observed young Mrs. Blanque,
81 think 1 have gotten the better of
A~lgernon at last" and then she fell
asleep.
1t might nave been one hour later, it
might ave been three, when she was
awakened by the sound of falling
crockery somewhere in the lower part
of the house. A cold chill crept down
her spiue.
cit can't be the cat" she whispered,
"for 1 shut her out. l was determined
tc do all the things that Algernon usu-
ally forgets. All, the pantry window!
I forgot to see if it was locked"
The noise grew louder; some one was
evidently stumbling about in the dark.
"Oh, A1gernon," she moaned with
chattering teeth, what if you come
home and find the wife you should
have cherished-and did not-co1d and
l~ifeless, n all her pretty things stolen,
too?"
Slow footsteps along the lower hall
were now audible; the burglar was
evidently in no haste and not at all
afraid. Perhaps the white object fut-
tering from the bell had told him tina
the natural protector of the mansion
was absent.
cit would serve him just right to
come home and find me murdered" she
groaned; "but it wouldn't s-serve me
right at all. 1t is all Algy's fault, of
course, for being away; but, oh, dear,
perhaps the burglar wouldn't have
known it if l hadn't put his night
robe on the door bell"
He was coming upstairs now. She
tried to scream, but of all the air-pierc-
ing shrieks emitted erstwhile at sight
of the harmless mouse of domesticity
not one remained. Suddenly a new
thought came to her. Summing up
all her energy she tore from her hair
the crimping pins which adorned it.
"If l am to be murdered" she
thought, 81 won'tlet that horrid Laura
Briggs have the satisfaction of know
ing they were found an me- The mean
thing always said my hair didn't wave
naturally
She strained her ears for the sound
of her husbands footsteps on the quiet
street, but only heard the burglar en-
tering the room. Hoping yet to escape,
she feigned slumber. The burglar
boldly struck a match and lit the gas.
"Confound that pantry window he
was saying, there isn't an inch of skin
lett on m arm"
At sound of the familiar voice the
victim sat up in bed, all wrath forgot
ten.
ooh, Algy, dear, I'm SO glad you've
come" she exclaimed.
And what her husband replied was:
1.-The next time, madam, that you
lock the front door and hang my night
robe on the bell there will be a first
class divorce suit in this block. Do you
hear me?''
And young Mrs. Blanque meelly
responded: "Yes, Algy, 1 do."-Chicago
Times-Hera1d.