The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1897-07-10

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one at LINES was calling for the police.
The gate of the carnage drive was wide
open. Pushing his machine before him,
he ran il up TO the house at his best
speed.
what IS the matter?" he cried.
"Burrlars," answered Il voice at an
open wildow. 'They have taken my
jewels and all my securities. / am
ruinedi'
He recognized Miss Meddlebury not
w~ltllstanding her deshabille. She came
down III Il dressing gown, greatly dis
tresscd.
Il heard a noise in my bcudoir, she
explained, land getting out of bed |
went to see what was the matter. There
were two men. The window was open,
and they Lad Il ladder. | could not stop
them. and they have taken my jewel
box and all my securities, which |
fetched from the bank this morning to
check, as /! do twice a year. They drove
away III q trap. / saw them GO"
(Which way?' cried the curate ex-
citedly.
u tIG AlSLt, WIS the ItplS.
III follow them. My bicycles out
side. Send some n to the police sta
ton to give the alarm. The thieves arc
from B~edlington, no doubt"
A minute afterward the curate of St.
Johns was pedalinS along the Boiling
ton road as fast as he could 90. 1t was
his first attempt at '.scorching, and he
made fair to shine at that dangerous
pastime.
Swiftly, noiselessly, the pneumatic
sped on, until the quick beats Of the
hoofs ahead became more audible to the
cyclist as he rode. Nearer and nearer he
drew, until ct last the trap was III sight.
The moon vas shining brightly, and he
could see that it contained two men and
a boy.
1t was q desolate part Of the road,
with not a house in sight, but the viii
iage OF Cranworth lay only a mile
ahead, and the burglars must pass
through it.
Gradually drawing up as the flicker
ing lights came in view, he presently
spurted past the trap without turning
his head and d~ismounted as nearly in
the center Of the village as he could
Judge. At that hour the streets were
deserted and most Of the houses were in
darkness. But Mr.. Stone was an cid
"blue, and he felt himself more than
a match for a couple of Bedlington
thieves. The boy he did not count.
Mr.. Stone had scarcely had time to
get his wind before the trap was close
upon him. Picking up a pebble, he SHE'D
it through the nearest lighted window
to rouse the inmates, and springing at
the horses head caught hold of the
reins.
Imprecations assailed his ears, blows
were showered upon him with the whip,
but he did not let go. The driver sprang
to the ground and rushed at him. Still
holding the horse with his left hand,
he knocked the fellow down, never
ceasing to shout: ''Thieves! Thievesl'
The second man leaped from the trap
to assist his companion, but he also re-
celved a Touchdown blow. 1t all passed
IN a few seconds, but the villagers were
aroused. Men came running from their
cottages without coats Or waistcoats,
women with shawls thrown over their
nightdresses. The boy escaped in the
confusion, but both men We're secured
and handed over to the constable, who j
arrived in his stockings and trousers,
and thus clad marched them to the lock-
up.
In the trap Mr.. Stone found Miss
Meddlebury's jewel case and the box in I
which she had placed the securities,
both unopened. Having given the con
his name and address and prom
ised to return early il the morning,
that officer, a very young man. allowed
him to depart with the plumber tied 70
the handle bar Of his bicycle.
\ mile from Cranworth he met a
mounted policeman, followed by two
mere IN q dogeart. Stopping them, he
informed thcm Of the capture Of the
burglars and rode on. The Lines was
a bl&ee Of light when he arrived. Dr..
carriage stood at the door and a
fussy police inspector stood on the door
step.
Yen can't go il. sirt' cried the func-
is the cgrate approached with
the recovered v~aluables.
That is immaterial," was the
Perhaps you will give these
to Miss Meddlebury and assure
her that the thieves are in custody at
"Why-why," cried the inspector,
who had recognized tho new curato of
Johns, Yen don't caean to say,
that you've got the swag?"
Eyes, | do" said Mr. Stone; "all of
It, think. The locks do not appear to
have been tempered with. Perhaps vou
xii also be uncd ennrrh To Uniform, Mir-