The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-11-22

to have Helen and show that Vance that am a
match for the plumbers union, if / lone
when, at last, she was just slipping of into
falls Surely she had closed the door on Diogenes,
the dog. Hadn't she closed the door? Her mind drove
her backward over that hasty Journey through the
dry, and the range of the kitchen She certainly had
closed one Of the kitchen doors. Hadn't she closed
seen that the door to the cellar fast, and she
thought she had boIted the door upstairs. How did
people ever feel certain enough about anything to
swear that It happened? The footsteps were nearer,
in the sitting room which adjoined the chamber Her
first thought the safety of the table with
its precious freight. She if she called to the
dog kindly he would begin wagging his tail that ire
her idols into irredeemabe smashing crashing ruin!
Di." she commanded. bad dog! Down.
A particularly mild voice answered her: 1T isn't
"A man. repeated Miss Merryweather ''wen!"
OF course it not well; but Miss MeTryweather
just then did not think of the nicer meaning Of
Yes; ma'am." the voice, repeated; don't be
alarmed; I'm mana burglar"
Miss Merryweather showed no signs of alarm In
the first place she had fearless SOUL in the second
place the voice was so mild so almost apoogetic that
is aroused her sense of humor.
Il don't know but that you less of nuisance
than the dog would be said she You stay right
where you and I win turn the electric lights
Don't move or you'll hit somethng."
"AH right, maam" said the burglar; 'only
pulling out a pop. you know. and firing it off at me
in the dark, hit or miss"
Certainly not: at least not untn can see you"
said Miss Merryweather. All the while she has
tily DOMINIC wrapper and slippers. Then she turned
on the lights.
The burglar stood directly under the blaze He
did not look like a burglar There nothing much
IN mis- pale face except the look OF recent sickness
and hopelessness. His clothes We're like any work
mans-a pair of blue soied overalls with something
ike DID Iront ana patched, check SHIRT His nat
Git hat and not the cap in which artists, for
reasons pest known 10 themselves, deght 70 depict
the burglary was a very battered soft felt and 1t
pulled down his black brOws; it
pushed back from dark brown locks. He looked like
a workman out of a job! His hands. one of which
held pistol were calloused and staned-a workmans
hands.
When Miss Merryweather doomed upon him-one
may say darted, since that the effect OF the
springng Of the light upon her image-he lifted his
empty hand to his hat.
II don't disturb you. ma am he repeated.
"Why?' said Miss Merryweather. She was quite
at her ease and had taken 2 rocking chair.
Why the echoed bitterly Because pre-
fer to steal TO wife dying for want Of things
done for her and my children without shoes to their
feet. and bite among all this day, by
beg your pardon, lady; wasn't meaning to swear,
Haven't you had anything to eat today?" said
He shook his head A stir lock of brown hair
which stood up the top Of his head waggled at
the motion 1t gave him a grotesque look. He GER
tainy frighfuly thin.
"HUmphl" said Miss Merryweather you sit down
i'm that rocking chair and stay there until up
again. Don't you burgIe any units come back; then
You amt going to telephone to the police to nab
Miss Merryweather waved her hand toward the
wall at a telephone.
1T isn't customary in houses of people who are
not mllionaires TO have two telephones said she I
am going bring you something to eat"
Il won't touch a thing, lady" promised the burg
lar: 1--WE been druv to this. / truly have"
Miss Merryweather encouraged him by nod and
departed, lighted candle in hand.
Never. it seemed to her. had she heard so many
sinister noises pricked her ears while her candle
fitted from pantry to sideboard. Boards creaked
under her tread as they never creaked in the day
time. and every door she touched sent up a long
Shrek of remembrance.
But Diogenes slept calmly in the laundry Miss
MerTyWeather shook her head She carried revolver
i'm her hand. which she laid the tray. seems
like a decent sort of submerged unfortunate"-thus
her meditations while she provisiOned the tray
but he be wicked and after downstairs.
If he does III and the gun viii have to hurt him"
She thought Of waking the sleeping dos and taking
him upstairs but the peril to the china of Diogenes