The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1907-02-16

surprise she had in store for him, and
after leaving that room he creps into
his daughters. Then he went TO the
kitchen, and felt along the wall until
he found two pan-hooks, to which he
carefully fastened certain things thai
he was carrying.
He was awakened the next morning
by an outcry from Mrs. Flynn.
Barney" she cried. Wake up.
They's been a burglar here"
Policeman Flynn rolled out of bed
and hastily reached for his Sunday
boots, his only other pair having been
left near the outer door when he took
them off the night before. This feel
ing that he had only to put on his
boots to be fully dressed was the re-
suit of sleeping at the station on re-
serve duty in times of great pubic
excitement. But now he received a
shock.
,."Oh. tn murtherin' divil!" he cried.
"He's shtole wan Nv me boots!"
"Niver mind tn boot" retorted Mrs.
Flynn. Hes shtole me only pair Nv
silk shtockin's that l had last Chris
mus. An hear him now" she added
excitedly. Hes in the kitchen, tn
thief! Hear him laughin' at what he's
done. FIT tn love iv Hiven, Barney.
90 down an gra-ab him quick, an III
folly We with a broom. Bad luck to
him, He's afther r-robbin' Sanity
| Claus!"
BY this time Policeman Flynn had
got part of his uniform on over his
usual night attire, and was halfway
down the stairs with his revolver IN
his hand. Mrs. Flynn. somewhat more
nearly dressed than he, followed, ana
Maggie, who boosted of really pretty
house robe, joined them.
did he get anything from your
Mrs. Flynn found time to ask.
. al don't know" answered Maggie
HE mussed up everything in one Of
my bureau drawers, anyway.
"'Tis Terry" broke in Policeman
Flynn. from the foot of the stairs.
I The next moment he pushed oper
the door of the kitchen, and the thre'
entered. Terry was actually rollin.
on the floor in a paroxysm OF laugh
ter.
whats tn matther with ye?" roar
ed Policeman Flynn.
For answer Terry simply pointed
to a row of pan hooks on the wall
and laughed some more. From tn
[ first hung the silk stockings that Mrs
/ Flynn had missed, stretched all OIL
: of shape by the statuette thai pro
: truded from one and tie Pc, mt egg
} beater that looked over the tsp OF ID
: other, with incidental Jumps OF lars
r size to indicate where little chin
t clock, some candy, and various othe
r things had been crowded in. Next I
5 this was a stocking that Maggi
r promptly recognized, although sh
5 blushed to note the knobby shape
y had assumed in its efforts to provid
t room for the regulation box Of candy
: a bottle of perfume, a glove box, ian
: tastic little pincushion and a ready
g made light-blue shirt waist rolled u
e and simply damned in. But it wa
: the last thing in the row that tickle
5 Terry the most. This was Policema
t Flynn's missing boot, and loose cigar
e filled to the top, with one pipe and tw
: ncckties, held in place by the cigar
: nodding over the edge. There wei
also various packages on the tab
y and on the floor.
d "Oho," exclaimed Policeman Flynl
Il 81 see ye're not woman iv yet
l. wor-rd."
: AN we frgot about Cullen" rotor
e ed Mrs. Flynn.
d "Niver a Bit" answered the polio
n man, ''but wan might as well spin