Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-02-21

DIve caught himp she gasped. "He's
locked up in the library7 Obi OIL OH
Caught whomi" asked the mystiied
woman. Then, seeing that her distract
ed visitor was very near faiting. she col
lected restoratives and brought back
Mrs. Thorne's scattered wits. Maud
explained as soon as she could speak that
a desperate looking man, a burglar, she
was certain, and a convict as well, by
the cut of his hair--had feloniously en-
tered her house a moment before she
came, and, walking boldly into her H.
brary. had been locked safely therein by
herself
"rhe windows are nailed down;
have been waiting Tor Perry to open
them, so he cannot escape that way"
she concluded.
~ expected Amos on the last train,
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 a muir
derer. Our girl hasn't come and I'm
all alone. Oh, If Mr.. Smead were only
herep
81 guess I'll do just as WELL" said Mrs.
Smead boldly al will take your revol
er and you can bring the stove litter,
am sc will interview him through the
door"
"But what good will that dor lie may
-h-o-o.t first"
Come on" said Mrs. Smead, contemp-
uously. She was only young matron,
herself, but she was not going to be ig-
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 them
selves.
But at that identical moment the 40
rain, sometimes called the "husban
rain" so many of them went out TO
pend the weeks interval with their
lmilies, stopped at the nearest depot
md Perry Thorne, with his double load
If packages, hoyei in sight. Both women
we're overjoyed to see him.
whats the row." he asked, dropping 1
lis bundles on the veranda.
"a mant' said both women at once. c
"Where is Smeadi" 7
"That is what / would like to know" a
aid Mrs. Smead. ~ expect him on this J
rain" b
81 haven't seen him. Who is the y
nani" n
"a burglar, and he's locked up in the n
brary. Don't you think was brave" i'
sked Maud, who, now that her husband
ad come, felt that she might pose as 81
eroine. Ct
burglars aiready7 Hal this is di
ersion. Give me the key, Maud. I'll 81
Ike your revolver, Mrs. Smead. Now, a
dies, stand aside" and Perry made m
nliant rush for the library door, which NJ
c unlocked and threw open, at the same al
me presenting arms, according to the p'
sst manual practice. IN
aDon,t sbootp cried familiar voice tn
OOh I oiAOoAt NilN0 q ldliiiAAOk rOlNC
lat trembled, not with fear, but merri- IN
ent, as Mr.. Smead stepped smilingly
rward and bowed to Maud 81 am III
RS. Thorne's captive" he said. ca
"What does Ithis meant" cried Perry. nc
$ face flaming. m
"Yes, what does ii mean?" demanded Gu
RS. Smead in the measured syllables of dc
e divorce court IN
at means" explained Mr.. Smesd, IN
hat my wife has not yet learned to box
e compass. She gave me southwest IN
d your wife locked me up in room Tn
at has no ventilation and is under a pa
iminal ban. But l forgive her" he mi
ded, with gallant protest, whereat
lud's cheeks grew red with embarrass- ov
ent, and Mrs. Smead said; "Come Or
me After this | will meet you at the TN
lin and see that you don't get into the Ju'
-ong house" an
do forgive me, Mr.. Smead," said th'
aud penitently, while Perry glared pa
rkly like jealous stage lover, "but o"
N did look $3.50" INT
'She said you looked like convict" -
marked his wife.
'At least II has made US acquainted"
served Mr.. Smead, true to his colors, Ae
with this parting shot he followed
wife to the southeast cottage.