The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1897-06-17

the room to the dressing table, and.
after sundry clickings of little brass
handles, and tentative pulls at wrong
drawers, at last opened the right one.
but failed to feel the wrap.
1T must be in the wardrobe after ALL"
she thought, and, accordingly, closed
the drawer with some noise, tripped
across the dark room, opened the ward
robe door with some difficulty, and
buried herself in it's spacious recesses.
Maurice was heavy sleeper, and,
consequently, apt to be bit bemud-
died on first awakening--more especial
ly in the dark. On this particular night,
after apparently dreaming for full
fortnight of excursions and alarums,"
he awoke with q violent start. The
room, to him, was pitch dark. There
was not even the suspicion of moonlight
on this side of the house. Besides, the
blinds were down. He sat up, every
nerve and sinew taut now. He was
fully awake.
"By jingo," he breathed, and he felt
the cold sweat start to his brow, "she
was right. They've come!" He put
out his hand to wake his wife. He felt
her form under the bulging bed clothes
at his side. He could hear the
baby breathing huskily. There was
only one other person in that house un-
accounted for. That was the little
servant maid. But why should she be
trying drawers in the spare bedroom?
No, they had come after all. Mrs. Green
was right. It was burglars.
Maurice withdrew his hand, which
rested on the hillock by his side, with
the thought: "I'll not waken her, poor
soul. She'd be scared to death. I'll
know the worst first" So thinking, and
with sort of infatuation-which was
perhaps bravery-to get glimpse of
the marauder, he stole out of bed, but
toned up his dressing-jacket, took the
little bedside chair by the back, and.
thus armed, his heart beating like a
mufaed drum, stealthily turned the
corner between the two rooms.
Asfaint light came through the land
ing skylight. Heavens! the villain was
at the other end of the room, right op-
I posite the door. What he was doing
he could not make out, for he looked
like a man seen through mist. The
wretch! just then the draught along
the landing took Maurice shrewdly on
the bare legs. The influenza asserted
itself. He fought against it desperate
ly for moment. 1t but augmented
the force of the explosion. Like a
thunderclap he sneezed.
There was a muffled exclamation in
the room. Maurice rushed forward
with uplifted chair. The burglar. too,
had chair, and was making at him
with equal fury. Crash! The house
seemed to have fallen. There was a
I fearful clatter of falling glass, pierc.
ing shrek, the sound of body falling
on the floor, and all was still, but for
the wall of the frightened babe in the
room he had left.
What had he done? He kneeled
down, careless of the broken glass. and
his hand rested on bare foot Sick
with apprehension, he CROPPED else.
where. and encountered plated head
and few curling pins. "a match
match! My kingdom for a match!'
NC WOulu uouOtlCsS nave Sdlu, udU ut
not been so terribly upset.
just then q rectangle of light ap
peared and increased until. pale ant
trembling, stood the little maid in the
doorway, farthing dip in her hand
amazed to see the following tablear
vivant: A wardrobe door, swinging
upon it's hinges, with it's long mirror
smashed to fragments; chair, will
broken leg, lying close by; horrit
man in night shirt and dressing jack
ct, kneeling at the feet of prostrat4
woman in dead faint, a dressing gowr
and plaits, who was none other thar
the Mortified mans wife.
Maurice Green never turns the ga,
on at the meter now. except when h,
. takes his wife and family away for tn,
, summer holiday. Mrs. Green still
looks under the bed for possible bur
, glars before retiring for the night. bu
Maurice has never dared to chaf he
; since he mistook his own faint refiec
tion in the wardrobe mirror for des
perate burglar.-Tit-Bits.
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He Was Alive.