Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-05-09

it on your head If / had as good
chance to 60 TO bed as you have I'd go.
Damn quick, too"
The owner of tie head took the hint
and went in the manler specified. Mr..
Miggs chimed out Johnny, Get Your
Gun" and "Ta-ra-ra- bm-de-ay" and
a couple of other popular selections on
his bell, and then got mad again ana
began to hurl himself wildly against the
door and kick it in a frenzied manner,
calculated to wreak injury upon his
feet. The chain held.
Il said when put that chair on re-
hected Mr. Miggs, in a pause for breath,
that | didn't think anybody would
break it in a hurry I'm a prophet, |
am. but wish somebody else was prov
ing it,.
Have YOU ever acted in a childish
manner under the impression that you
were all alone, and then suddenly be-
come embarrassed by the conviction
that somebody was watching you all the
time? That is the feeling which came
over Mr.. Miggs after he had famed his
right foot by a particularly vicious
kick. He looked sheepishly about ana
saw. standing in the shadow of tree,
an individual who stepped out into the
light, revealing himself as the tallest
and thinnest policeman Mr.. Miggs mad
ever seen.
"How-how-ho long have you been
there?" gurgled the discounted Desleg-
er of his own stronghold.
How long have you?' counter ques-
toned the tall, thin policeman. Gong
to stay all night, see, he added, with
glance at the evidence OF nasty IN
packing. scattered about the stoop.
"N-no: chat is. yes, said Mr.. Miggs.
This is where | live.
whats the matter? Trying to get
in?" -.
mo; O. no." said the outcast with
wra;hful sarcasm. II was kicking the
door to get the paint of. Besides
like the scenery here. Beautiful mooh'
amt it?"
Full moot" said the copper, sus'
gestively.
well. what of it," demanded the
other. "D'you think I'm full too? Well.
/ I amt. but ! wish | was. I'm camping
on my own doorstep because the hired
girls afraid Of burglars. and because
Amt a burglar. If l was I'd be sleep
! ing in somebody's house This night, you
! bet
Ascending the steps and picking his
way among Mr.. Miggs' apparel, the cop
per tried the door.
( Chained" he observed. Did you
ring the bell?'
Did I ring the bell, I'll bet there's
a hole worn in that gong where I've
been hammering at it for he last hour. .
Good lord! Was that YOU asked
the copper laughing. Il thought Il
was a trolley car over on Fulton street
broke down and ringing for help.
"Ycu won, End anything around this
+ city that needs help worse than l DO,
replied Mr.. Miegs. IF | could gec
/ ladder I'd break a window.
Cues that amt necessary said the
! conner. who had pushed the door open
To IFS full extent. Your house would
( be a cinch for consumpuye burglar.
/ Look here
Raising one Of his loag legs he slid
it ever the chain. stepped through the
aperture. lifted the other leg over,
closed The door. slid the chain loose ana
threw the door wide open. MIR. Miggs
gathered his wardrobe up and trans
ferred f. TO the front hall. Then he ara
the tall thin policeman went to the ice
/ hex and celebrated with cold joint ana
colder bottles. after which NJ. Miggs
looked IN scrawGrivcr and aided by
/ the conner solemnly removed the chain.
During The remainder of the night,
while Mr.. Miggs peacefully slumbared'
/ his sleep waa guarded by a policeman
patlolling the sidewalk with a gayly
/ labeled b0t,lo under his coat.
/ Extracted from letter Gated Satur-
day. from lir. Miggs to- Mrs. Miges:
! Bridge: has lef, without warning.
corrected her fer a slight mistake ana
she became so imperti-ent thai / re-
proved her severely. and she declared
that she would 20 at once. SO she Is
gone. She sleeps too sOundly, anyway,
4 to be a good servant. Someone al
| .empted to enter the house. Friday
night. and succeeded in removing the
chain without her ever waking up.
Nothing is missing but some bottles
| from the ice chest. and the chain itself.
When YOU come back we will look after
ore of those fox terriers you wanted.
They are excellent watch dogs; better
safeguards against burglars than locks
or chains
The Miggses have a new dog ana
new maid-New York Sun.