Morris tribune., 1903-01-24
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said the magistrate to the prisoner.
'I'll be quits with you afore
long said the prisoner to the solic-
itor for the prosecution as he turned
to descend to the cells.
J, For Joe Renshaw felt hurt. That
particular solicitor, Benjamin Tim.
pany-Joe made a note of the name
and registered resolution not to
forget it-had conducted his case
with zeal that seemed to border on
animus; otherwise Mr.. Renshaw's
explanation as to his presence on in
closed premises at midnight might
| have been accepted.
! Mr.. Timpany heard the words
| He saw the glance that accompanied
them. 1t was not reassuring
glance. II one met it by the light of
a bullseye at midnight ugh! Mr..
Timpany shuddered.
"Cleverest craftsman going, Joep
said the sergeant in tone almost of
admiration. Electric bells and all
that sort of thing don't bother him
a bit. He can get through an iron
shutter as if it was brown paper"
Mr.. Timpany's state Of mind be-
came less complacent than ever. He
had done his duty to his client in in
surfing this desperado's conviction,
but he began to wonder whether a
man could not do his duty too well.
He began to think how exposed
his house was, how low the back
garden wall, how close the balconies
to the ground, how rusty the front
door chain and how insecure the
window fastenings. There was, how
ever, one consolation, he had six
months start Of Mr.. Renshaw.
| Mr.. Timpany's politeness to the
policeman whose beat embraced his
house and who had once been seen
kissing his housemaid was surpris-
ing, having regard to the indigna-
ton he had evinced when some time
previously he had been informed of
the housemaid incident.
The six months of his incarcera-
ton did not speed quite SO quickly
for Joe Renshaw as for Mr.. Tim
pany.
Joe was averse to labor of any
kind, more especially to the hard
variety. He had, however, ample
time and opportunity for medita-
ton on what he considered the vim
dictive wickedness Of Mr.. Timpany
and the means for It's requital.
Artist as he was in his own line,
in the operation contemplated he
meant to excel himself. He would
not hurry over it. He would bide
his time. Everything comes, he re-
aected, to the man who waits. He
would wait on Timpany.
At last came the hour when he
stepped forth a free anyway
for time. He began to look about
for occupation, not work. He had
had six months at that, and if he
had cared for honest work outside
prison walls it would have been diff
fcult to find.
One, two, three months since the
expiration of RenshaW's sentence
had expired, and Mr.. Timpany be
gan to imagine that he had forgot
ten his promise and to sleep soundly
Of nights. He even ventured occa-
Sionally to bring home valuable doc
uments of title and securities in his
black bag and to once more believe
in the truth of the adage that an
Englishman's house is his castle.
But one night while Mr.. Timpany
was wrapped in gentle sleep and his
pajamas thin streak of white light
gImmered for an instant along his
back garden. Bendigo, who slept
with one eye open, fancied he
caught glimpse of something that
ought not to be there and emitted a
deep warning growl.
Much to his surprise, as if by 1
magic, a savory piece of horsefesh,
just sufficiently underdone to suit
the palate Of SO dainty a canine cpl
cure, fell within yard of his nose.
With a snorting growl that was
his usual expression of delight the
bulldog rose and shifted it. Then he
licked it, and it tasted even moro
savory than it smelled.
Bendigo bolted it and, seeing no
morsels lying about, turned to re-
gain his kennel, but ere he could
reach it his limbs stiffened, and he
rolled over without groan stone
dead.
A few minutes later marvellous
centerbit was running its way 81