Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-11-14
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and be quick about it,
Mrs. Nelson, pale and trembling.
sprung between them. trying to explain
that they were ignorant a. to the loca
ton Of any money.
Come: none Of thatr' hercely inter.
rupted the man. "Ehut yer jaw or tell
me where 1t IL. It'll be the worse for
ye II ye don't. That school money ysr
mans takin' care Of. You know what
I mean"
Then he drew q revolver, threatening
to shoot them both II they persisted In
their denial.
Mrs. Nelson shook her head; she could
not speak; but Tom. white to the lips.
muttered hoarsely:
You'll have to shoot, then, for don't
know where 1t is. and I'm glad don't
for I might be coward enough to tell II
did" and then shut his eyes, expect
ing the worst
The tramp eyed them incredulously
for q moment, and, making up his mind
that they were speaking the truth.
after q pause Of indecision, opened a
door near where he stood. Discovering
that it was dark closet, without win
dow or means Of escape, he drove them
into 1t at the pistols point. and as there
was a key in the door locked them In.
Then he began the search. 1t was q
long enc, for the money was well hid
den, apparently. Cursing and swearing,
he emptied the secretary and bookcase
into the sitting-room; the bureaus and
wardrobes In the bedrooms, scattering
the contents over the floor; the side
board In the dining-room, and the clock
on the mantel. He ripped up the mat
tresses and pillows, turning the house
into disorder, but no money could he
find.
Mad with rage and disappointment,
still he persisted. in spite Of the danger
Of discovery II he fingered. He was in
the act Of splitting open tin savings
bank, a relic Of Toms babyhOOd, which
was heavy with weight Of 1-cent
pieces which Mrs. Nelson found con-
yenient to have on hand, when a calm
voice Of authority was heard at the
door, saying:
Give 1t up, my man; it's no use. And
come along with me-
1t was the village constable who
spoke, at the same time holding up a
pair Of handouts in significant man
ner.
The tramp made a dash at the OppO-
site door, where he found Mike, Mr..
Morton's hired mana brawny Irish
man-who said, soOthingly:
whist, whist; not SO fast, honey
He glanced wildly at the windows
and saw stationed outside Mr.. Nelson
at one window and Mr.. Morton at the
other Mr.. Nelson had returned earlier
than he expected, and had fallen in
with the relief party which the con-
stable. on the trail of the tramp on his
own account, had also joined.
The man, at bay, felt for his revolver
You made a slight mistake, rny
friend" said the constable, in a jeering
way, when you left 1t lying on the din
ing-roOm table"
Seeing that the game was up, the
man, with an imprecation, allowed him
self to be handcuffed and followed the
constable In sulky silence.
Harry. who had followed the others,
soon discovered the prisoners by the
very vigorous blows and sounds in the
kitchen closet and released them. One
and all then and there agreed that the
pigeon is one Of the most useful and
lovable of birds. Mr.. Nelson, who had
been inclined to consider his sons inter
est in those gentle creatures a foolish
waste of time, was the most enthusi-
astic Of all.
For" said he. lifting down a wad Of
bills from the top Of a decreasing
where it had been snugly repOsing, ''the
rascal might have got away with this
after all IL there had been time. How he
found out that the money was in my
possession is what beats me-"
1t was a mystery which was never
solved.-Chicago Record.