The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1903-11-26
BENTON LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 26 1908

Then he recognized In the two men his
neighbors, DR.. Pillem and Mr.. Hooter.
what does this outrage mean?" de-
manded Mr.. Hooter. why, Thompkins.
If your revolver hadn't missed fire you
would have been murderer"
Il thought you were footpads," said
Mr.. Thompkins, meekly.
''Do footpads wear silk hats? Dark
as the night was you should have recog-
nized our hats. Besides the street lights
here give enough light to have enabled
you to see who we WERE"
81 wasn't looking" said Mr.. Thomp-
kins. TN fact, was sort Of expecting
to be held up and was ready"
"You were little bit too ready" COM
mented Mr.. Hooter. ''You can thank
your lucky stars that you didn't kill any
body or get killed yourself"
The two men, without saying good
night, walked away, and Mr.. Thompkins
rubbed the lump on his head raised by
the doctors cane and had mind to go
home. but finally decided to carry out
his appointed mission of Staying foot
pads. SO he kept on.
Two blocks away and a weazened in
dividual was seen standing under lamp
post.
"Ah, there is one of the outcasts OF a
great CITY," thought Mr.. Thompkins
He hasn't even ten cents to buy bed in
a lodging house But I'll not encourage
mendicancy Drink or gambling has
brought him to this and will reprove
him as he deserves and perhaps point
wholesome moral"
'My lad" said Mr. Thompkins, you
should not be abroad at this time of
night, frightening unoffending citizens.
Why are you not at homer"
Il hain't skeerin' anybody" said the
wanderer, beginning to whimper. my
little brudder he's sick an can't get him
home"
| Where is the child?" inquired Mr..
Thompkins.
Hes up dat alley" said the wanderer.
81 will go and look at him Immediate
| ly. Lead the way" Mr.. Thompkins and
his guide walked up dark alley until
they were some so feet from the street.
Then Mr.. Thompkins suddenly realized
that the cold muzzle of revolver was
pressed firmly against his cheek.
'Put up your hans" commanded the
wanderer. Mr.. Thompkins obeyed with
wonderful celerity.
Nov, den, you ole foo" said the wan
derer, keep EN- up while helps myself" f"
Mr.. Thompkins shook like an aspen leaf
and piteously begged the wanderer to
remove the pistol, but the revolver was
kept pressed against his cheek while the
wanderer, with wonderful dexterity,
took Mr.. Thompkins' watch, pocketbook,
gold glasses, revolyers and everything
else. Then he made the trembling
Thompkins take off his coat, vest and
hat, and hand them over.
Nov. gimme yer shoes"
Mr. Thompkins hurriedly sat down and
pulled OFF his shoes.
Nov sit dere, an don you move fer an
hour" commanded the footpad as he
backed away.
The footpad had reached the end Of the
alley and stood in the light of the street
lamp, looking up the alley for moment
Then something swatted him over the
head and he went down. He dropped his
pistol, and 1t was grabbed up and put
against his head. Then Mr.. Thompkins
heard the voice of his wife bidding him
come and help tie the footpad up and te
go for the police while she stood guard.
/ Mr.. Thompkins hurriedly obeyed, and
the robber was soon nicely trussed up
II think he ought to be hung right
here" said Mr. Thompkins, who had sud
denly grown brave. 1--WE caught him, al
right"
Where are your shoes?" asked Mrs
Thompkins. coldly.
"Why, why, he has them, my dear"
"And your coat, and vest. and re
volvers, and the other things"
why, pet, he-he took them ava.
from me-"
What? That child? That littl
child?"
"He had gum" ventured Mr.. Thomp
kins.
"But you had two. Mr. Thompkins
. get your property and we will go hom
, and leave this footpad to get loose o
stay here until morning"
"But shan't we even call the police,
) asked Mr.. Thompkins.
) "Yes, Mr.. Thompkins, call the police
: This will make fine story for the pa
) pers."
, Mr.. Thompkins rneekly gathered hi
valuables together and sneaked hom
t behind his wife.
/ He has gone out Ct the footpsd slayin
j business.-Chicag Tribune.
Hard to Satisfy.
i II don't seem to be able to pleas
i Mr. Suburba at ALL" said Mrs. SubuI
/ ba tearfuIly. He asked me to sharpe
a pencil the best could. He acknov
i edged did it well and yet he was res
angry about it.