Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-11-08
IT WAS A LAWN MOWER.
Thrilling Experience of a Brave Man
 Ended in Disappointment.

Thrilling Experience of Brave Man
 Ended in Disappointment.
 "Yes," said the man with the blond mustache, "that was a terrible experi- ence had last night"
 And it was really burglars ?'' asked one of the young women, with shud der, and she looked over her shoulder with a glance of terror, as though she expected to see behind her rufIianly- looking fellow with black mask on his face and a cooked revolver in his hand.
 "fll tell you all about 1t, replied the Iaan with the blond mustache. It was evident that he understood his busi- ness and did not intend to give away the denouement Chats French, you know, for "snap'0 until he could do it in true dramatic fashion.
 "Fll tell you all about it. he said "Everything was still as death, or I suppose it must have been, for had been sleeping like log, when I was suddenly reused by peculiar rumbling sound. It was like the noise of an ap- preaching carriage. It grew louder and louder, until l knew it was close at hand
 Tt suddenly occurred to me that it was burglars, and that they had come in a wagon, the better to get away in hurry in case of chase by the police and for convenience in carrying off their plunder.
 "I leaped up on end in bed and sat there listening and-yes. and trem- bling, for the situation was not pleas ant"
 "0h, it must have been horrid!" ex- claimed the young lady who had spoken before. ''I know I shan't sleep wink tonight"
 q sat listening and listening" con- tinued the man with a blond mustache. but not a sound did l hear All was still as the grave"
 q wish he would not talk about graves" murmured the young lady afoFesaid "it is ghastly enough with out that"
 All was still as it could be" resumed the story teller, intuitively changing his simile, for he had not apparently heard what was said. All was still as it could be, but all of sudden my ears were pierced by a sharp click"
 And so it was burglars, and they must have been right in your room, foo," remarked the young chap with the big=headed cane. Did they kill you? No. of course they didn't do that; but did they-what did they do, anyway ?"
 'Hush!" exclaimed the young lady with the fluffy hair. "Oh, dear! it makes me crawl all over. I can see it all; one of the horrid creatures was outside with the horse ant agon, and the other, the biggest and most fero- eious one, had e9t into the house with billy or jimmy or one of those awful things they give pet names to, and there he was standing over you with pistol in his hand, and"
 Not exactly" broke in the man with the blond mustache. After little 1 began to understand the situation"
 And you leaped out of bed and laid the miscreant dead at your feet? sug- gested the girl who had aspirations for the stage.
 No, why should I?" replied Blond Mustache, "or, indeed, how could I? When heard a second click got onto the racket. It was Urliburd's eonfound- ed lawn mower. He is the greatest fel- low you ever saw for getting up hours before daylight and pushing that beast ly lawn mower of his all over his place."
 And so it wasn't burglars, after all ," murmured the young lady who awhile ago had felt herself unequal to hearing the story.
 Another young lady expressed the opinion that it was real mean" and, take it all around, Blond Mustache would better have kept his yarn to him. self.-Boston Transcript.