The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-18
MISS FROLIC'S WEAPON.
Timid Little Woman Who brought n
Bold Burglar to Terms.
From Massey's Magazine.

From Massey's Magazine.
There 1t was again! Miss Frolic sat up
in bed, every curl paper wagging with a
species of satisfied apprehension-the long
expected burglar had come at lastl She
could hear him moving stealthily about
the hall. She was quite composed. and in
u twinklng had whisked herself into her
dressing gown and lit candle. She even
cast a glance at herself in the glass. re-
Numbering that there had not been man
in the hall for twenty years. With a final
quirk to her gray ringlets, Miss FrOlic
sailed out to reconnoiter She crept to the
banisters, and surveyed her visitor through
the gloom; he appeared big enough to
swallow her whole, and Miss Frollc
thought of her spoons, and her heart sank.
Suddenly an idea occurred TO her. She
glided back into her room, took something
shining from her drawer and, with mouse
like movements, descended the back stairs.
The burglar was in the dining room by
this time. He was kneeling by the side
board, very intent upon the business of
transferring a silver teapot TO his bag.
There was a small, dark lantern before
him. All at once he started, gave a hoarse
cry, and then crouched, trembling, with his
hands stil in the bag. A figure was stand
ing over him, and a circle of cold steel
was pressed against his car.
'Ketched-I own it," said the burglar,
wrigglng.
set right still where yew air." advised
Miss FrOlic, gently. II amt wal accuS,
toned to firearms, an this 'un is subjec'
to goin' off impromptoo."
The burglar swore Caught by a woman!
He wriggled again. There was an ominous
click; his hair rose
Thar, amt l tellin yew," said Miss
Froic reproachfully, ITS reel dangerous
to trihe with an unsartin weapon like
this"
What are you goin' to do2" growled the
burglar with an oath.
young man, I'm goin to set right here
till mornin'. Admirin' yewr back ha'r amt
an eXaltin' occupation, but maybe, eff, in
the mex four hours. l kin interdoose some
moral principles inter its roots, 1 won't
regret it,
He was completely in her power and he
knew it. He was absolutely helpless SO
long as she held the revolver. Presently,
with her wathful eyes still fixed upon him,
she drew a chair toward her with her
foot and established herself thereon, up
right as a dart, certain as fate.
Family MANI" she asked in a light
and conversational tone.
YAH" said the burglar contemptu-
ously
Bin long in the-the-business?" said
Miss Frolic delicately.
"Pah!" said the burglar
Thus fooled Miss Frohc relapsed into ST.
lence. She was growing very tired,
but she dared not move. The clock struck
g. The burglar feigned sleep. but Miss
Froic allowed the cold circle to nestle
lovingly into his hair and he sat up with
a gurgle of fear. He could see her out of
the corner of his eyes with her ringlets
askew and her prim, little figure rigid with
effort. The lantern cast up oily smells,
and somewhere in the darkness of the hall
a cricket chirped. Twice Miss Frolic' S
lids fell over her straining eyes, and twice
she lurched forward in her chair, to save
herself only just in time. = The gray
dawn came, and with it birds in the garden
and oh, welcome sound steps upon the
path. Suddenly the burglar knocked Miss
Frolics arm up.
"Ketchim! shrielSed she; and he dashed
through the window, straight into the
arms of the hired man.
Miss Frolic went to see him in Jail, and
they were quite friendly. As the burglar
looked at her tiny, fragile form, he NUT
tered: p"
Done by that! But then, she had her
weaponr
Il calk'lated yew'd be interested in view
in it, so 1 brought it along" said Miss
Frolic, and held out-her curling tongs!