River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1907-01-03

before going to the room where Mrs.
| Flynn was peacefully dreaming of the
surprise SIZE had in store for him, and
after leaving that room he crept 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 that
he was carrying.
| He was awakened the next morning
by an cutlery from Mrs. Flynn.
Barney" she cried. Wake up!
They's been 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
suit of sleeping a. the station on re-
serve duty in times Of great public
excitement. But now he received q
shock.
"Oh, tn murtherin' divill" he cried.
'Hes shtole wan iv me boots!"
"Niver mind tn boot" retorted Mrs.
Flynn. "He's shtole me only pair iv
silk shtockin's that 1 had last Chris
musi An hear him now" she added
excitedly. Hes in the kitchen, tn
thief! Hear him laughin' at what he's
done. FIR tn love iv Hiven, Barney,
go down an gra-ab him quick, an I'll
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, and
Maggie, who boosted of really pretty
house robe, Joined them.
did he get anything from you?"
Mrs. Flynn found time to ask.
81 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.
The next moment he pushed open
the door of the kitchen, and the three
entered. Terry was actually rolling
on the floor in a paroxysm Of laugh
ter.
"What's 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 the
first hung the silk stockings that Mrs.
Flynn had missed, stretched all out
of shape by the statuette thai pro-
| truded from one and the patent egg
beaten that looked over the top of the
other, with incidental Jumps of large
size to indicate where a little china
clock, some candy, and various other
things had been crowded in. Next to
this was stocking that Maggie
promptly recognized, although she
blushed to note the knobby shape it
had assumed in its efforts to provide
room for the regulation box of candy.
bottle of perfume, a glove box, fam
tastie little pincushion and ready
mace light-blue shirt waist rolled UP
and simply damned in. But it was
the last thing in the row that tickled
Terry the most. This was Policeman
Flynn's missing boot, and loose cigars
filled to the top, with one pipe and two
neckties, held in place by the cigars,
nodding over the edge. There were
also various packages on the table
and on the floor.
"Oho!" exclaimed Policeman Flynn,
"I see ye're not a woman iv ye-e9
word"
can We f'rgot about Cullen" retort-
ed Mrs. Flynn.
'Niver a bit" answered the police
man, ''but wan might as well spind