Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-12-21

picturesque, sulphur-lined oaths that
mortal man ever gave vent to.
It was Bunch His trademark was
on every word. I could recognize his
birthstone vocabulary with my eyes
shut.
But what dire fate had befallen
him? Surely, not even an amateurs
cracksman would give himself and the
whole snap away unless the provocai
ton was great.
Lights began to appear all over the
| house. Aunt Martha in weird make
| UP come out of her room screamingI
What is it? What is it?" followed
| by Uncle Peter and his trusty bow
| and arrow.
Just as / was ready to rush down
to investigate, Tacks came bounding
| up the stairs, two steps at time clad
f-enly in his nightie.
Up the stairs mind you'll The neryS
of that kid!
Cline the prize sister!" he yelledI
II caught the ghost l caught himrf
What do you mean?" 1 said, shat
king him.
Tacks grinned from ear to ear.
you know theys trap door in tho
hall SOS to get down to the cellar and
it amt finished yet, so this EVENING"
/ took the door up and laid heavy pa
per on it SOS if the ghost walked on
1t he'd go through, and he did, and Il
get the prize, don't l, sister?'
] rushed down to the scene of the
| folI f<xy faAl
household. J.
Leaning over the yawning cellar
trap door 1 yelled. Who's down
there?"
"Ohl you go to blazes!" came back
the voice of the disguised Bunchg
whereupon Aunt Martha almost faint
ed, while Uncle Peter loaded his bow
and arrow and prepared to sell his
| life dearly.
| While | puzzled my dizzy think-fac-I
tory for way out of the dilemma
there came terrific knock at the door
and Tacks promptly opened it.
Have you got him? Have you got
| him?" inquired the elongated and
! eadaYerous specimen of humanity who
burst into the hall and stared at us.
81 seen him early this evening al
hanging around these here premises
| and l ups and chases him twicet, but!
the skunk outrun me" the newcomer
| gurgled, as he excitedly swung POI
liceman's billy the size of a fences
| rail-
Then l seen the lights here and
| says !, they has him. Perduce the
maleyfactor till l trot him to the lock-
up and with this the minion of the
law rolled up his sleeves and pre-!
| pared for action.
| 81 presume you are the chief of POI
| lice?" inquired Uncle Peter, with an
| affable smile. I
I'm all the police they is and my
name is Harmony Diggs, and theys
no buggular Twin can get out'n my
clutches oncet I gifts these boys ON
him. the visitor shouted, waving an
| antiquated pair of handouts excitedly
| in the air.
| Tacks watched him open-mouthed!
That boy was having the time of his
life and it would have pleased me i'm
measurably to paddle him to sleep
with Harmony's night stick
81 caught him!" Tacks cried In ex-
ultant tones when the village copper
looked his way; he's down there
Down there, eh?' snorted the coun.
try Sherlock, getting on his knees and
peering into the depths, but just then
Bunch handed him handful of hard
mud which located temporarily over
Harmony's left eye and put his optic
on the blink.
With the other eye, however, Mr..
Diggs caught a glimpse of step-lad-
der, which he Immediately lowered
through the trap, and drawing a MUIR
| derous looking revolver from his
pocket commanded Bunch to come up
or be shot.
Bunch decided to come up. ! didn't
| hold the watch on him, but l figure
it took him about seyen-sixteenths of
a second to make the decision.
Bunch looked at me reproachfully,
but never opened his head. Say! il
ever there was a dead game sport,
! Bunch Jefferson is the answer.
He didn't even whimper when the
/ village 1dWkSOdW SndDpSO IuS VI dCO1
lets on his wrist and said: Come on
Mr.. Buggulari This here's a fine
nights work for everybody in this
neighborhood because you've been a
source of pesterment around here for
six months. If you don't get ten years,
Mr.. Buggular, then | amt no guess
maker. Come along; goodnight to
you. one and all; that there boy that
/ oatched this buggular ought to get re-
| warded NIGEL"
HE will be-" said mentally, as
Mr.. Diggs led the suffering Bunch
away to the bastile
1--WE got to see that villain landed
in a cell" | said to Clara j. as the
door closed on the victor and van
euished.
DO, joint she answered. but
don't be too hard on the poor fellow.
You can't tell what temptations may
nave led him astray. | certainly am
disappointed, for l was sure it was
the ghost. Anyway, the burglar had
/ whiskers like the ghosts, didn't he?''
didn't ston TO reDly but grahh4nnr