The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1899-08-31

| arouse Sir Titus Blaydes one night and
inform him that we have reason to be-
lieve that burglars are In the house.
while he is waiting and am there
to keep him company. you two fellows
make track for the gallery, and when
| you get there you proceed to make up
the statue In the guise of modern
burglar by means Of coat, trousers,
muffier, overcoat, cap, shoes, beard,
whiskers and grease paint, all of which
| you can conceal about your persons.
Directly the disguise business Is
completed you fire revolver. Hear
ing the report, rush up to the gallery
| with long face to tell Sir Titus that
the burglar, a desperate ruf1an has
been accidentally shot. You two men
will then carry down the supposed
burglar, whose face will be covered
with handkerchief
Grimes drew long breath. "Well,
I'm blowedv' he exclaimed hoarsely,
as he knocked the ashes from his clay,
| 'if that amt the FUNNIEST an the cut
est dodge as ever came acrost. Yer
and. gov'nor, yer and. It's pleasure
to commit fellerney with bloke, like
| yer to boss It."
The evening of Dec. was typical
foggy night. By the time st. Giles
| church struck II, a cab containing
Grimes, Harris and myself was on the
way to Longworth Court.
| The dressing Of the statue had al
| ready been rehearsed dozen times on
a plaster Apollo which I had bought in
| Euston road, and there was therefore
| little to fear in the way Of a break
down unless Sir Titus insisted on &C
| companying the supposed constables in
| search of the imaginary burglars.
However, in all probability he would
do nothing of the sort; at worst, if he
did so, we would simply abandon the
business and go home
| Longworth Court. was some Is miles
| from London, and 1t therefore took us
our destination. s.
| We alighted at the end of the lane
| leading to the mansion, and babe Flow
| ers, one of my oldest and smartest
| chums, to wait till he heard our whis-
tie before driving UP to the door. This
| precaution was taken in case any local
police CHANGED to be hanging about the
house while we were engaged inside.
We then marched boldly up the drive
and rang the bell. After an interval Of
| five minutes there was the sound Of
| heavy bolts being drawn. and the door
swung open, disclosing a white haired
| old man whom took to be the butler
| He gave cry when the light from
his lantern fell ON our faces and uni
forms ..
| Calm yourself, my good man."
said, assuming an official voice. "You
have nothing to fear. From fnforma-
ton received, we believe that burglars
are in the east wing Of this house, and
we have come to catch them. Arouse
your master Immediately"
Sir Titus Blaydes, thin. Punched up
little man. appeared quickly. He was
evidently quite as scared as his butler,
wrung his hands.
"Be quick, officers" he screamed, his
face bianching with terror, "and will
wait here In the ball till you return.
Stay, Inspector. You might stop with
me, In case the blackguards should
come this way" sas'Fa Aas'"
During their absence Sir Titus, with
chatte1ng teeth. conversed with me,
telling me how he had always dreaded
such an attack. and now It bad come
to- pass. his reflections were inter
rupted BY loud report which. rang
out sharp and clear through the still
| house. p 10
darted from the hail and an instant
later returned, with gloomy u,ien.
II regret to say, Sir Titus" 1 cried.
that the man has been shot dead
| There was only one Of them, but he
made terrible resistance, and IN the
struggle his own weapon went off, the
bullet entering his brain. We will take
him away at once.
thought my heart would stand still
when, after the supposed corpse had
been brought toward the door, Sir
Titus came forward and exclaimed in
quick, hurried tone: stop! Set it
down. Strangely enough, in all my 3S
! years, l have never seen dead man.
Let me see the face of this one
There was nothing to be done but to
let the morbid baronet have his way
and trust to luck and to the deception
Of wig, paint and beard.
The baronet knelt beside the statue
| and raised the handkerchief from the
blood stained face. Then look of dis
gust crossed his patrician features, and
he rose, having carefully replaced the
| handkerchief.
Take it away, officers" he said. "a
more repulsive and rufianiy looking
countenance never saw Crime is
| stamped on every feature"
And that was how the millionaire
collector Of the antique characterized a
/ statue for which he had refused $3.50
| 600. London Tit Bits.
women's shoes and Their Heels.
/ 1t certainly is a pity that women,
with all their neatnesssand correctness