Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-07-12
TUESDAY, JULY IL, 1910.
THE BISHOP AND
:::THE BURGLAR::

the second week OF ms WISH W ii'' ''N
college chum. DR.. Gibbs, medical
man with struggling practice III
small rural district. and the aDselIce
of pomp and ceremony was Sr"'eiu
TO his wearied nerves. ,,.,
with n sigh of content the Dlshop
walked maiestically back to the house
He turned the handle of the door ana
70 his astonishment he found II was
locked. He then remembered that
ne had left the key of the patent ioch
on the study table. - .,,o
The long French windows OF the
drawing room were also fast, ana the
hishop knitted his brOws in thought.
Then he smiled softly and. walking
round the house, stopped at the STUDY
window. He struck match anu
looked at the SASH where the upper
and lower halves met, and from his
WaistcOat produced a penknlle.
Inserting the broad BLADE oetwrsn St,n
the sashes. he pushed carefully. Inc
catch swung back with little cnck'
and the bishop pushed up the window.
He had barely lifted one portly leg
over the sill when strong mana grip
ned him from behind by the nape OF
his neck. ., ,,s .
voice in his ear, land don't iorse'
there's this be'ind yer.
The bishop, sitting perilously on the
windowsill. felt something rouhu anu
cold against his neck. .,
Now, then, in with yer, threaten
ed the voice in low tones.
The bishop gave little jump to the
floor, and was brought up standing by
the hand on his collar. He felt, rath-
er than saw, a heavy figure climbing
after him Twisting himself painful
ly, he half turned and saw--a pollce-
man. 1T ,,..,o
oh" said the bishop, with little
gasp, its you, constable. Is II! you
know l thought you were pursla,; ursa,;;
and | suppose you took me Tor one
..Shut IT," said the policeman, In
low, curt voice. ...
Really. officer, 1 think you forget
TO whom you are talking.
"Oh. chuck it," was the brutal re-
ply. A set of bony knuckles dug deep
into his neck.
The bishop wriggled lmpatiehtE.
1T appears to me you're going pe-
yond your duty. constable.
With a twist the policeman edgeu
him on to a chair and shone bulls-
eye into his face.
You're making me cross, tnal
what you are" whispered the orlcer;
where's the rest of the tamlly,
Corn to bed, or amt they at nome:
The bishop tried to push the bulIs-
eye away. ,.,,,.
Il think you must have been drink
ing" he said, shortly, land feel very
sorry DR.. Gibbs is not at home.
"Oh, Gibbs amt at 'ome, SAID the
policeman, slightly raising his voice.
land where's is man
IF there were any one at all IN the
house" said the indignant prelate, i
should ring the bell and have you
elected"
"Open your mouth so wide agen
and I'll shove my bulls-eye down your
throat threatened the policeman.
Did l ear yer say there was no one
in the 'ouSe at all?'
NO, one" snorted the bishop, wrig-
Cling in his chair. DR. Gibbs was
suddenly called away, and as he does
MT expect to be back till morning ne
took his chauffeur with him. Ana
now, my good man." he added
conciliatngly, having convinced you,
| hope, that l am not q burglar, Will
you please go?"
The policeman laughed slghtly
Ere, I've had enough messln
about: get up and light the gas, and
If yer up to any monkey tricks Ill
blow yer brains out"
This appalling threat from an officer
of the law well-nigh asphyXiated the
bishop, and he started forward indlg-
nantly, almost breaking his teeth on
Now, then, get on with IL.
With mingled feelings of terror ana
wrath the bishop groped on the man
tel piece and finally lit the gas.
The light shOne on tall, clean
shaven constable holding lantern
and a revolver.
The loneliness Of the country beat,
the bishop reflected, had perhaps at
fected this poor fellows brain, and he
muSt be humOreQ.
There we are" he said cheerily;
land now wouldn't you like TO come
and see the greenhouse"
1t would be easy, he thought, to lure
the man into the conservatory, lock
him in, and then Justify toll the hre
bell in the turret, thus arousing the
ntighbors.
.:Oh, take a perch" said the police
man. sit down." he explained, i'm
patiently.
Now, them" he continued, remov'.
ing his helmet and showing a round,
clnSe-cropped head" sure there amt
no one else in the 'ouse?"
Not a soul" groaned the bishop,
miserably.
That's all right, then. Ere, what
are them things?"
The bishop looked down at his gait
erS.
"Oh, l always wear them. We all
dering if a heavy book suddenly
thrown would disable the visitor
"Oh, do yer? Well, what are yer
when yer at 'ome?'
I'm bishop"
"A bishop, are yer? I've never met
a bishop afore." \ broad grin stole
over the policeman's face. Then, me
lord bishop. where's the silver?
He leaned over and leered at the
bishop, who returned the gaze timid-
ly. till the horrid truth dawned upon
him.
Then YOU" he gasped. must be
burglar, not a policeman?
policeman, me elbow! was the
contemptuous reply. "'E's asleep in
the ditch with my old coat spread
over i'm, and no 'elmet; with quar-
tern o. special Scotch inside i'm and
somethin' in it to make i'm sleep"
Then why" asked the bishop, in
stinct of law and order prevailing
over ter:or-"why are you masque-
rading il: his cOat?"
why am | wot?'
Il say. why are you masquerading
in his coat?"
Il don't know nothin' about that,
but l know as I've got is coat on
cause it suits me, see? And if you
carn't see l carn't 'elp yer
well, 1 think it's a disgraceful
thlnS, your coming mere ulSSulSeu aS
a policeman and expecting me to
to-
That's Jest it, Wot I'm eXpectin'
yer to do is to 'elp me find the silver;
tnen l shall tie you up nice and tidy
with bit of a handkerchief in yer
mouth. After which l shall 'op off.
and if any one sees me in the road
they'll say. Good evenin', constable;
fine night. amt it, and there We are.
on lpt k.
NO" almost shouted the bishop,
clutchng the arms of the chair; Il
will not. | absolutely refuse. Now,
once again, will YOU please go?
He folded his hands as if to finally
dismiss the subject.
The simplicity of the appeal moved
the burglar to derisive laughter.
He picked up the lantern and moved
to the door.
"Dnt -. i'll tho liSbnp mortified