The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1898-02-12
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guise myself if anyone would meet u.s."
gurgled Ben.
"Oh, my! how cute you must look!
Well, here is my handbag, my darling!
We must hurry! am all a-tremble."
gasped Susan.
$50 am l." cooed the burglar, which
was no lie, for being privileged unex-
pectedly to elope with an unknown
woman was an exciting transaction.
"What all have you in this satchel,
sweetheart?' he asked, in a loud whis-
per; ''it's ALFRED heavy!"
"Yes, ] put in everything 1 could
Il can't tell you what ALL" buzzed SUI
sans whisper in the darkness, as she
climbed out upon the ladder. II made
a separate package of my silyerware--
the spoons and knives and forks and
butter-dish and creamer-for if father
is mad and won't take us back We'll
have that much to commence with, any
way"
"You are a darling! you are lulu!"
exclaimed the burglar, in transport
of joy.
"S-h-h-h! don't speak out loud!"
gasped Susan slow funny your voice
sounds, Toni"
"Yes, I've got it disguised, too" whis-
pered Burglar Ben. .'We've got to be
awful careful, sweetheart, you know.
Say, you didn't forget your pocketbook,
darling?"
mo, that's in the bottom of the bag"
'T'm glad of that, for I didn't get
rear as much money out of the govern
or as I thought should. How much
have you got?"
They were now on the ground in the
darkness among the shrubbery. six
ty-six dollars" whispered sweet Susan.
"You are peach!" gurgled Burglar
Ben, enthusiastically. "Bettter let me
carryit for you, dearest; we might pos
sibly lose the valise, you know!"
Eyes, of course you can take 1t, Tom,
and use it If you need it, too, but if
we open the handbag here in the dark
we'll surely lose some of my things
out. Wait till we get on the train, dar-
ling" whispered Susan.
All this time Tom Trotter lay on his
back rhythmically snoring at the cell
ing in the second story of the Trotter
home, four blocks away. That an
avenging nightmare, or something
more demoniac, did not seize and
strangle him is but one more illustra-
ton of the mysterious passivity and
indifference of nature often displayed
at one point while the most moment
GUS matters are in process of accom-
plishment at another. Surely if there
is any truth in the theory of soul-com-
munion Tom should have awakened
and rushed to the rescue of his lady
love. but the fidelity of this chronicle
permits nothing of the sort to be re-
corded; Tom snored on until break of
day.
However, Susan's peril, for the mo-
ment at least, seemed anything but
serious, since her delightful burglar
was as tender and solicitous as any
one, save Tom, could have wished. AS
proof of this I have to state that they
had no more than passed through the
gate when they paused, and in the
midst of the pause Susan again
expressed her SORROW that he had
thought it necessary to eat onions. ut
spoiled the flavor of--of everything"
she said; "but she did like the mus
tache, and hoped he would cultivate
one of his own as soon as possible"
II will, my darling" cooed Burglar
Ben; ''it shall be world beater! Say,
you didn't forget your jewelry, did you?
the diamond ring and-and the"
"Oh, you silly thing! how could 1
forget those?' came Susan's painting
whisper.
"Where did the dear ducksy put her
trinkets? In the valise, of course" He
had that in his hand, and was debating
if the present moment were not good
time to bolt.
"Oh, dear no, not in that" gargled
sweet Susan.
"You didn't put your diamonds in
here with the swag-the silverware,
did your" murmured the solicitous
burglar.
mo, mol" Uttered Susan, II can't
tell you now--wait maybe after
awhile" But she added nothing
more. The darkness and fog mercifully
covered her bushes.
"She's hid the sparklers somewhere;
probably inside her clothes,'' was the
disappointed mental comment of
Burglar Ben. He was silent moment
as he slowly picked his way down the
dark street. Lets see, your next birth
day isis" he hesitated.
why, Tom, have you forgotten? It's
the Esd, of counsel"
"Oh. yes, certainly. How stupid 1
am! Then you viii be just-just-"
Just 10. Amt you ashamed to for
get like that? you naughty. bad bowl"