The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-03-31

I've had neuralgia myself, and I know.
He ought to go to the Sulphur Springs;
that is what cured me- shall tell him
| So
"'And I shall pray for him. said
Rev. Mr.. Spicer's widow. .And 1 shall
take him my late husbands excellent
tract. on the uses of Affection" to-
morrow
And | wouldn't mind reading the
Bible 10 him one Bit said Miss Annie
| Spicer, If he liked It,
How you express yourself said
| her mother. You should determine to
do so whether he liked it or not, and
you should rejoice to do it. Wouldn't
mind, indeed ~ IL.
| Then we went to bed There was q
light in his room still, and I called
through the keyhole Che slept in his
reclining chair: Mr.. Bolter, are you
comfortable for the night?' and he
answered.: -..s.- -EA .#1 .
THANK you, ma'am, I am. I am
having an hour in meditation
Excuse me for interrupting you,
says I. .,..'
"'Oh. not at ALL says he, and away
l went; and 1 went to sleep thinking
how glad was, with all my troubles,
was not an invalid.
Il guess it was about 1 o'clock when
l walked up with a noise Of bursting in
my ears, and there was light in the
room. 1t was a queer light, bright
all in one spot, and thought, though
don't believe in 'em, it was ghost.
And says I, out loud: oh, Lord!' and
covered my head with the sheet.
hadn't had it covered but a minute
though, when felt big hand on my
throat and just the toughest voice
ever I heard growled in my ear:
Now, old lady, be sensible. I
amt goin' to hurt you if you're quiet.
Keep your head covered and lay still.
I've got a six-shooter here and if you
screech, I fire.
Are you burglar?' says I.
Form your own conclusions says
he, only don't shrek. shouldn't
want to live if I was an old woman,
but p'aps you do
"Well, I kinder wondered what for
myself, but I did, and I laid still and
only shrunk inwardly.
After a while there was no more
pok1ng at the bureau and rafting in
the closet; and then I heard creaking
all over the house and shrek some
where, and I didn't know but there
was murder done; and thought of my
poor invalid, and If he was in that
Wretch's hands, poor man, and I
thought over all the stories I'd ever
read OF dreadful tragedies, and I felt
for all my boarders, but most of all
for the poor invalid that couldn't help
himself; but it wasn't until all was
quiet as the grave that dared sit up,
and then it was daylight. And then
courage came to me, and put my head
out of the window and shrieked. No.
body heard me at first, but at last
there were two policemen, with their
clubs, and then I put on my waterproof
and went down stairs.
you've been robbed, that's plain
said the policeman; but is anybody
hurt?'
Murdered in their beds, I've no
doubt says I. And thought it must
be so; but it was better than that.
Some were gagged and some were
tied, and dear little Mr.. Becker was
rolled up in blanket, like rollypoly
pudding, and pinned in. And diamonds
and clothes and everything was gone,
poor dears. And even the Indian idol
from Mrs. Smiths mantelniece. And
as for me, I hadn't spoon left, and
nothing to put on but the waterproof
pened except to the invalid gentleman.
He had disappeared.
They've murdered him. says I.
They've carried him off for a ran
son. says Mrs. Squizzle. The Italians
do that, you know.
Maybe he's thrown himself out of
the window in fright says Mrs.
Smith.
There we all stood, mostly in blan-
kets and such, and made suggestions.
I, for one, knew I should find him
down cellar, weltering in his gore.
What did you say? Did we? Oh, no,
we didn't. No. The policeman gave
the first hint of the truth.
Your invalid is your burglar saws
he It's easier to open a door from
inside than from out. reckon know
the man. It's Sly Tom, as they call
him. He's been up to this dodge be-
FORE
and so it was, sir, so it was. Mrs.
Jerrup got back her diamonds, but I
never got back my spoons; and no Of
Tense, sir-no insinuations. I'm sure
this invalid gentleman is all that one
could wish-all! Oh. feel quite posi-
tive Of that, and no offense; but with
an invalid in the house I should be
obliged to sit up in the bed all night.
I should have nerves to that extent.
No, no invalids Tor me; but Mrs. Tomp-
kins over the way has never had such
an experience, and I'd recommend you
| to call there. >.& >