Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-08-15

NSASAsOA SAtO utuc Whub anu ropes
and he knew-by that that she was dis.
tracted about something.
II know you think I'm silly to feel
this way when it's not even twilight
yet. But / know positively that some.
body tried the kitchen windows while l
was lying down, and l just couldn't
get over 1t. l always was afraid OF
burglars and ghosts" And then she
had a nervous chill.
John said nothing. He took out a
copy of Spencer and lighted cigar
After n time the baby was brought
home and put to bed Mrs. Trumbull
had recovered from her nervousness
and was peeking out from behind a
window shade listening to converse.
ton that was going on in the court.
The servant employed by the family
in the apartment just below the Trum.
bulls abode was in the fiat opposite
telling the occupants of that place that
she was unable to get into the house.
Il can't turn the key, and If you
don't mind, nam, I'll 60 through your
window"
The people didn't mind at all. They
even held the girls parasol and pocket.
book while she clambered from one
window sill to the other.
Then came crash. 1t was terrific
crash. Had the girl fallen into the
court? No. The sounds that came
from the door below were unlike those
v,1o Il
ninepins in the Adirondacks. At that
point came shrek, such as the stage
heroine gives vent to when the villain
gets after her with a butcher knife
1t was sickening. Mrs. Trumbull wait
ed half a second then stuck her head
out of the window and with the help
of half dozen other feminine voices
called: MARY! Mary! What's the mat.
teri"
The reply was volley of sobs and
squeals winding up with, 1.-THE flats
been robbed"
Mr.. Trumbull was surprised to see
his wife with hair streaming down her
back and hands clutching the folds of
bath robe 60 scooting through the
library out into the hall and down the
stairs.
In ten minutes she returned. Her
eyes were big and black and scared.
Her teeth were chattering, and her
hands were busy with each other. She
curled up on the divan and looked at
her husband.
John, what do you think? The
Smiths fiat has been robbed, and
there's hardly scrap Of anything left.
They came through the kitchen win
dow. They even took some Persian
rugs and Mrs Smiths sealskin. And
the silver's all gone, and the house
oh, you just should see it! It's knee
deep with the things that they've pull
ed out Of the dressers and wardrobes."
John continued to read his Spencer.
"That's too bad" he said.
Silence Of five minutes.
"John," she spoke very softly.
"Yes?" he asked, not looking up from
Spencer.
John, do you. know I'd just be
scared stiff If you weren't here?''
John smiled sadly.
"You won't 60 Off on that hunting
trip, will your"
"Well-ll-ll," he drawled uncertainty.
II Just won't let you, now. They
might come In and take my old candle
stick or the baby or my grandmother's
set Of china. And-l'm not bit afraid
when you're here-honest, I'm not"
Johns chest swelled up. This was
something new. He threw Spencer Oh
the floor and went and looked at his
revolver. Then he tried the dining
room windows. After that he threw
his arms out and doubled them up to
see if his muscle swelled up rs it did
when he was lad at school.
He walked back and forth through
their bit of q fiat and held his head
up high. Then he sat down beside that
little tyrant of wife and looked her
in the eyes.
She giggled Historically and ran her
fingers across his mustache, just as she
used to do when poor John was so era
Nv with love for her that she could
have pulled out every hair of his head
and he'd never have known it.
"Dear," John said softly, 81 never
knew before that there was any place
for me in this house. that filled any
want here. But now find that ! am
useful, that l am burglar scarcr.
God bless the man that stole those
things down stairs. It'll be hard on
the Smiths, but it's mighty fine thing
for me-"
And they lived happy ever after or
had for week, as the burglary only
took place that far back. - Chicago