Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1903-01-10
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III DE GEisS WIN you aIOre
Z =ag," said the prisoner to the solic-
~ or for the prosecution as he turned
descend to the cells.
Eor Joe Ecnshaw felt hurt. That
a&rticulaf solicitor, Benjamin Tim
..-,T7-Joe made note of the name
Nj registered a resolution not to
9rge5 it--had conducted his case
s.,ith a zeal that seemed to border on
;a.rimus; otherwise Mr.. Renshaw's
explanation as to his presence on in
Closed premises at midnight might
faye been accepted.
Mr. 'Timpany heard the words.
re saw the glance that accompanied
theiA, 1t wcs not reassuring
glance. If one met it by the light of
4 b@llseye at midnight-ugh! Mr..
Ti.npany shuddered.
':Cleverest craftsman going, Joew
said the sergeant in a tone almost of
admiration. Electric bells and all
that sort of thing don't bother him
Il bit. He can get through an iron
shutter as if it was brown paper"
Mr.. Timpany's state of mind be-
Tame less compIacent than ever. He
had done his duty to his client in in
S1-ring this desperado's conviction,
5sst he began TO wonder whether a
nsan could not do his duty too well.
He began to think how exposed
lis house was, how low the back
garden wall, how close the balconies
10 lie ground, how rusty the front
door chain and how insecure the
zgindoW 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 evi1lced when some time
previously he had been informed of
The housemaid incident.
The six months of his incarcera-
ten did not speed quite so quickly
for Joe Renshaw as for Mr.. Tim
pany.
Joe was avcrse 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 its 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-
Elected, to the man who waits. He
would wait on Timpany.
a AT last came the hour when he
stepped forth a free man-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
Gcult 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
Zen 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
observation-disclosures is his castle.
But one night while Mr.. Timpany
was wrapped in gentle sleep and his
pajamas a thin streak Of white light
gaimmered for an instant along his
back garden, Bendigo, who slept
with one eye open, fancied he
caught a glimpse of something that
ought not to be there and emitted
deep warning growl.
Much to his surprise, as if by
magic, a savory piece of horsefesh,
Just sufficiently underdone to suit
The palate Of so dainty canine cpl: !
cnre, 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 more
Sovorv than If smolled
Bendigo bolted it and, seeing no
1norsels 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 a marvellous
centerbit was running its way ST.
lently but surely through Mr.. Tim
pany's iron shutters.
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