The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1907-01-25

surprise she had IA store for him. and
after leaving that room he ercpt into
his daughters. Then he went % the
kitchen, and felt along the wall until
he found two pan-hooks, to which he
carefully fastened certain things that
he was carrying.
He Wss awakened the next morning
BY an outcry from Mrs. Flynn.
Barney" she cried. wake up!
Theys 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 of 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 public
excitement But now he received a
shock.
"Oh, tn murtherin' diyil!" he cried.
Hes shtole wan iy me boots!"
"Niver mind th boot" retorted Mrs.
Flynn. "He's shtole me only pair iv
silk shtockin's that / had last Chris
musl An / hear him now" she added
excitedly. Hes in the kitchen, tn
thief! Hear him laughin' at what he's
done. FIR TIL love iv Hiven, Barney.
go down an gra-ab him quick, an III
folly ye 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, and
Maggie, who boasted OF really pretty
house robe, joined them.
"Did he get anything from your
Mrs. Flynn found time to ask.
Il don't know" answered Maggie
''He mussed up everything In one oi
my bureau drawers. anyway.
"'Tis Terry" broke in Policeman
Flynn, from the foot Of the stairs.
The next moment he pushed open
the door OF the kitchen. and the thres
entered. Terry was actually rolling
on the floor in 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
AID laughed some more. From TIM
first hung the silk stockings that Mrs
Flynn had missed, stretched all ou
E Of shape By the statuette tina. pro
e truded from one and the patent egg
0 beater that looked over the top Of tn
: other, with incidental Jumps Of larg
r size to indicate where little chin'
I clock, some candy, and various Othe
r things had been crowded In. Next Z
$ this was stocking that MagGi
r promptly recognized, although sh
$ biushed to note the knobby shape
y had assumed in it's efforts to provid
1 room for the regulation box OF candy
: bottle OF perfume. a glove box, fan
+ tastic little pincushion and ready
e made light-blue shirt waist rolled u
9 and simply jammed in. But 1t wa
; the last thing in the row that tickle
IS Terry the most. This was Policema
It Flynn's missing boot. and loose cigar
e iilled to the top, with one pipe and tw
: neckties, held in place by the cigar
/ nodding over the edge. There wer
also various packages on the tabl
y and on the floor.
d "0hol" exclaimed Policeman F.yEi
Il Il see ye're not a woman iv ye-e
d wor-rd."
t. "An' ye f'rgot about Cullen" rotor
g ed Mrs. Flynn.
d "Niver q bit" answered the polio
n man, "but wan might as well spin