Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1898-11-02
support his head and shoulders, other

wise serious consequences mlSnL nave
ensued. As it was, Fred already began
to feel a sort of compassion for the not
cooking hey, so early taught to walk
ia the paths Of evil, when suddenly his
sister Maud, attracted by the repeated
shouts for Mike, came stealing eau
tiously around the corner Of the house.
Fred, Fred!" she called, in t1mid
| voice, what is the matter?'
Tive got him!" replied her brother.
And at the same instan Miss Maud
caught sight of the burglars heels.
'tO-h-h!" she screamed. and started to
run home.
But Fred called her back, and told
her to bring him piece of rope az
quickly as possible.
She vanished at once, and then Mike
appeared on the scene.
Speedily breaking in upon all the old
Irlshman's exclamation of wonder,
Fred briefly explained how he had cap
tured young Englishman in the very
act of entering the house by force, and
| that as soon as the fellow was bound
he was to guard him until constable
| could be summoned.
AN indade that will, surf" an-
swered Mike. cheerfully. "An' yez say
he's afther bein' an Englisman? Och,
sure an now ould Ireland can pay back
bit av the grudge she owes ag'in 'em!"
mo, Mike, don't want any violence
used if it can be helped. The fellows
quite young, you see, and may be re-
formed yet But here comes my sister
with the rope"
And Fred dextrously caught the
clothesline Maud threw him at safe
distance. where she had taken up a
post of observation in company with
Mrs. Appleby; who was full of commits
seration for the prisoner, coupled with
eltreaties to her son to be careful and
not break his back with the window
sash.
Now, Mike, you hold his legs while
I raise the window and slip this moose
around his body"
"Oh. do look out, Fred" cried Maud
at this point, ''or it will catch about
his neck and hang him."
An shure. 'tw ouId only be bit afore
his toin1e," declared Mike.
Fred continued:
Are you ready, there? Hold him
tight now.'
And the window shot up. the moose
went in. and the next moment Fred ant:
his prisoner were brought face to face.
why. how very respecta ble-looknE
he isl whispered Maud to her mothe1.
What shame!" said Mrs. Appleby.
Il wonder if he can't be sent to sort
of refornatory school, instead of to
jail?"
And. indeed, the burglar was quite
handsome youth, very neatly dressed.
But how angry he was to think he had
been caught.
What authority have you here, I
ould like to know?' he demanded OF
Fred, slashing about him at such a rite
that the latter had hard work to keep
him under control. II tell you I'm
friend Of the family!"
$50 an l." put in Fred, land for
that reason I don't want you to eet
away. It seems to me, though, tAat
for friend you have rather queer
way of visiting coming down when
nobody's been at home for a week, and
then trying to break in the house."
But was sent here for a gun, and
told to open this very window"
"Ha, ha! likely story!" laughed
Fred. Here, Mike, hold this crap
| while L go for the constable"
Zone moment first" interposed The
thief, in more conciliating tone. IF
you'll just unbind my arms second,
think can SHOW you proofs of what
assert. IT'S letter which I'm pretty
certain put into one of my peck cts
yesterday"
Which one?'' asked Fred. prefer
to take it out myself
"As you please" replied the ett.er.
NY inside coat pocket, right h-asd."
Sure enough. there was lette,. these,
| and Fred loosened his hold trif> whan
he perceived the address in Tom VIII
sons handwriting:
MR.. SHERMAN BROWN,
No. - West Thirty-si1th Street.
New York City,
"See what it says inside" ontinred
the prisoner, calmly.
And to his utter CONSERVATION. Fred
read as follows:
MY Dear Sherman: Awfully sorry I'm
not going to be at home; but I'll lend you
the gun with pleasure If your take the
trouble to go down to our house at Lake
Beach and get it yourself. I'd send you the
key, but father doesn't think it's safe to
put It in a letter. However, with your slim
fingers you can easily squeeze your ha I'd
through one Of the shutters and Lift he
latch Nothing's nailed up. The gun stancs
in q corner OF the d1ning-room, which r.
in the wing On the side next the woods.
Would write more, bet am scribbuug this
while on the cars so as to- mail tt at thu
| next stop. Your everlasting old chum,
TOM WILTON
It was how Fred's turn to be the vic
tim, and think he suffered move dur
ing his attempts to explain matters
than Sherman Brown had under the
window sash.
But the young Engishman (for such
he really was) took the awkward mis-
take very good-naturedly.
Mike was promised first choice Of