The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-08-17

burban style, and caught on just as the
train moved out, and then Perry
shouted In voice that sounded above
the roar of escaping steam:
We've left our Sunday dinners on
the window stand of the ticket Office.
You go on, Smead, and Ill take the
next train out"
He swung himself clear off the train,
turned somersault, and waved 'all
right" TO Smcad, who mopped the Gin
remarked to the man standing next to
him. In friendly way:
mice way to spend the summer, liv-
ing in the suburbs?"
"Yes, IL you don't care what you say"
growlcd the man.
Then Smead took bit Of pasteboard
from his pocket and began to study 1t.
Southeast corner, Terrace row, Oak
land"
Smead asked his gruff ncighbor II he
got off at that station.
mo, / don't" said the man. "You
couldn't hire mo to live in that swamp.
go out ten miles further, where you
don't have to sift the atmosphere to
keep the mosquitoes from choking
YOU"
That sounded discouraging, but
Smead was not anxious to ride ten
miles further on an accommodation
train, that slowed up for every cow on
the track, and he wrapped himself in
a speculative rcverie until the brake
man called "O-a-k-l-a-n-d!" as If only
the deaf lived at that station.
Mrs. Sinead was waiting for her hus-
band, whom she expected on the half
past six train, but the train had come
and gone, and instead of the handsome,
well-groomed Mr. Smead, frantic
woman, her neighbor, Mrs. Thorne,
rushed into her cottage.
I've caught him!" she gaspcd. Hes
locked up in the library! Oh! oh! ohr
Caught whom?' asked the mystificd
woman. Then seeing that her dis
tracted visitor was very near fainting,
she collected res;orativcs and brought
| back Mrs. Thornes scattered wits.
| Maud explained as soon as she could
| speak that desperate looking man, q
| burglar, she was certain, and con-
Wet MS we'll, by the cut of his hair
al
moment before she came, and walk
ing boldly into her library had been
locked safely therein by herself.
THE windows are nailed down;
have been waiting for Perry to open
them so he cannot escape that way"
| she concluded.
~ expect Amos on the last train. l
don't see what is keeping him." said
Mrs. Smead, but he has not come
yet"
Neither has Perry, but perhaps they
will come together. Isn't it dreadful?
daren't go back with that man in the
house. know by his looks he's muir
derer. Our girl hasn't come, and I'm
all alone. Oh, if Mr.. Smead were only
herc?"
II guess I'll do just as we'll" said
Mrs. Smead, coldly. ~ will take our
revolver, and you can bring the stove
litter, and we will interview him
through the door"
But what good will that do? He
may s-h-o-o-t firstw
Come on" said Mrs. Srnead, con-
tcmptuously. She was only young
matron herself. but she was not going
to be ignominiously routed by one
man army, and she led the way to her
neighbours cottage. No other people
| lived in the row, so they had all the
| fun to themselves.
But ut that identical moment the
seven-forty train, sometimes called the
husbands train" so many of them
went out to spend the weeks interval
with their families, stopped ut the
nearest depot, and Perry Thorne, with
his double load of packages hove in
sight. Both women were overjoyed to
sec him.
Whats the row?" he asked. drop.
ping his bundles on the veranda.
"A mani" said both women at once
'Wherc is Smead?"
"That is what would like to know"
said Mrs. Smead; II expected him on
this train"
~ haven't seen him. Who is the
MANI"
"A burglar, and he's locked up in the
library. Don't you think was brave?"
asked Maud, who now that her hus-
band had come, felt that she might
pose as n heroine.
Burglars already? Ia! this is
diversion. Give me the key, Maud.
I'll take your revolver, Mrs. Smead.
Now, ladies', stand ASIDE" and Perry
made n valiant rush for the library
door, which he unlocked and threw
open, at the same presenting arms nc
cording to the best manual practice.
Don't shootw cried familiar voice
that tremblcd, not with fear. but mer-
rimcnt, as Mr.. Smead stepped smiling
ly forward, and bowed low to Maud:
II am Mrs. Thorne's captive" he said
What does this mean?" demanded
Mrs. Smead in the measured syllab,es
OF the divorce court
ut MEANS" explained Mr.. Smead,
that my wife has not yet learned to
box the compass. She gave me south
west and your wife locked me up in n
room that has no ventilation, and I'M
der criminal ban. But forgive
her." he added, with gallant protest.
whcreat Maud's cheeks grew red with
embarrassment. and Mrs. Smead said:
Come home! After this will meet
you at the train and see that you don't
| ia al 4.