Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1897-03-05
1t WAS a LAWN MOWER.

Thfiiling Experience OF Brave Mar
Ended III otsappSihtment. =
8 "Yes;" taid the man with the blond
hustnche, ''thut was d terrible expert
ence had last night"
"And it WIS really burglarsP" asked
6he of the young women, with shnd.
der, and she looked over her shouIdcr
with glance of terror, as though she
expected to see behind her ruiliunlY-
looking fellow with black musk OF,
3is face aud cooked revolver in his
hand.
:. "i'ii tell yon all about it," replied the
man with the blond mustache. 1t was
evident that he Understood his bust
ness and did not intend to give away
the denodefnent CHATS French. You
know, for "shap") until he could do il,
10 true dfaindtic fashion.
"l'lf tell you oil about it," he said.
Everything was still us death, or !
suppose it must have been, for | had
been sleeping like n log, when was
suddenly reused by peculiar rumbling
sound. 1t was like the noise OF an np-
yroachlng carriage. 1t grew louder and
louder. Until knew it Nus close at
hand.
ut suddenly occurred to me that II
was burglars, and that they had come In
wagon, the better to get away in q
hurry in case of q chase BIZ the police
and for convenience In CARRYING Off
their plumber.
~ lenped up on end In bed and sat
there listening nnd-yes. and trem-
bfihg, for the situation was not pleas
mt"
"Oh, 1t must have been horrId!" eS-
t'aimed the young lady who had spoken
before II know shap't sleep n wink
Tonight"
81 spt listening and listening" con.
tinued the man with n blond mmstache,
but not a sound did hear. All waS
still as the grave"
u wish he would not talk about
graves" murmured the young lady
aforesaid; at is ghastly enough with
out that"
"All WIS still us 1t could be-" resumed
the story teller, intuitivcly changing
his smile, for he had not apparently
heard what WIS said. "All was still as
II could be, but all of n sudden my cars
were pierced by a sharp click"
And SO it was burglars, and they
must have been right in your room,
roo, remarked the young chap with the
big-headcd cane. "Did they kill you?
No. Of course they didn't do that; but
did thcy-what did they do. anyway"
"1Iushl" exclaimed the young lady
with the fluffy hair. "Oh. dear! it
mikes me crawl oil over. can see il
oil; one of the horrid creatures was
outside with the horse and wagon. nnd
the other. the biggest and most Zero
cious one, had got into the house with n
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. "Aftcr little I
bcgnn to understand the situntion."
"And you lcaped out Of bed and laid
the miscreant dead ut your feet 2" sug-
gestcd the girl who had aspirations for
che stage. ::
NO. why should II" replied Blond
Mustachc, "or, indeed, how could |?
When heard second click got onto
the racket. 1t was Urliburd's confound,
ed lawn mower. lie Is the greatest fell
low you ever saw for getting up hours
before daylight and pushing that beast
~ 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 menn.'' and,
take it. all around, Blond Mustache
would better have kept his yarn to him
self.-Boston Transcript.