The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1910-12-23


by a crash and series OF the most
picturesque sulphurlined oaths that
mortal man ever gave vent 10,
II was Bunch. His trademark was
on every word could recognize his
birthstone vocabulary with my eyes
shut.
But what dire fate had befallen
him. Surely. not even an amateur
cracksman would give himself and the
whole snap away unless the provoca,
ton was great
Lights began TO appear all over the
house. Aunt Martha in a weird make
up come out OF her room screaming.
What is IT. What is it?" followed
by Uncle Peter and his trusty bow
and arrow.
Just as | was ready 10 rush down
10 investigate. Tacks came boun ling
up the stairs. two steps at time. clad
only in his nightie.
Up the stairs. mind you, The nerve
OF that kid,
Cline the prize. sister," he yelled.
Il caught the ghost, caught him"
What do you mean?" | said. sha.
king him
Tacks grinned from ear TO ear
You know they's a trap door in che
hall SOS to get down to the cellar and
il amt finished yet. so this evening
took the door up and laid heavy pa.
per on ii SOS If the ghost walked on
II he'd SO through. and he did. and |
get The prize. don't |. sister,"
| rushed down to the scene of the
explosion. followed by my excited
household.
Leaning over the yawning cellar
trap door yelled. Who's down
there"
oh you go TO blazes." camo bacr
the voice OF the Disguised Bunch,
whereupon Aunt Martha almost faint.
ed. while Uncle Peter loaded his bow
and arrow and prepared TO sell his
life dearly.
Great Scott what a situation, The
man who owned the house nursing
his bruises in the muddy cellar while
the bunch OF interlopers above him
clamored for his life.
While puzzled my dizzy thinkfac-
tory for . way out OF the dilemma
there came terrinc knocA al nc uour
and Tacks promptly opened IT.
Have you got him, Have you got
him. inquired the elongated and
cadaverous specimen Of humanity who
burst into the HAN and stared az US.
Il seen him early this evening
hanging around these here premises
and ! ups and chases him twicet bur
the skunk outrun me- the newcomer
gurgled, as he eKcitedly swung a po-
liceman's billy the size OF fence
rail
Then I seen the lights here and
says I. they has him. Perduce tho
maleyfactor till trot him TO the lock-
up" and with this the minion of the
law rolled up his sleeves and pre-
pared for action
Il presume you are the chief OF DO
lice? inquired Uncle Peter. with an
affable smile
I'm all the police they Is and my
name is Harmony Diggs. and they's
no buggular Twin can get out'n my
clutches oncet gifts these boys on
him." the visitor shouted. waving an
antiquated pair OF handouts ercitedly
In the air
Il caught him" Tacks cried in ex-
utant tones when the village copper
looked his way; hes down there"
Down there. eh - snorted the coun-
try Sherlock. getting on his knees AMI
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 eve. however. Mr..
Digs caught a glimpse OF a step-lad. I
der. which he immedia' ely lowered
through the trap. and drawing a muir /
derous looking revolver from his /
pocket commanded Bunch 70 come VI
or be shot
Bunch decided TO come mp. didn't
hold the watch on him. but figure
il took him about seven sixtceuths Of 4
a second TO make the decision.
Az the criminal slowly emerged
from the cellar the spectators stood 4
back. spellbound and breathless. Aunt /
Martha with a long tin dipper raised /
in an attitude Of defense. and Uncle /
Peter with the bow and arrow ready
for instant use.
Bunch looked nj me reproachfuly. /
but never opened his head Say u
ever there was dead game sport
Bunch Jefferson is the answer
He didn't even whimper when the
village Hawkshaw snapped the brace. /
lets on his wrist and said: Come on,
Mr. Buggular, This here's fine
nights work for everybody in this /
neighborhood because you've been a
source Of pesterment around here for
sir months. II 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 NICE"
HE will be-" | said mentally. as
Mr.. Diggs led the suffering Bunch
away TO the bastile
I've got to see that villain landed
in a cell" | said to Clara J. as the
door closed on the victor and van.