The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1910-12-16


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 proyoea,
ton was great.
Lights began 10 appear all over the
house. Aunt Martha In a weird make
up come out Of her room screaming.
What Is it, What is it," follow ed
by Uncle Peter and his trusty bow
and arrow.
Just as | was ready 10 rush down
10 investigate. Tacks came boun ling
~ the stairs. two steps at a time. clad
only in his nightie
Up the stairs. mind youi The nerve
Of that Kid
Cline the prize. sister, he yelled.
Il caught Che ghost, / caught him"
What Go you meant" said. sha.
king him
Tacks grinned from ear 10 ear.
You know theys a trap door in the
hall SOS TO get down to the cellar and
il amt finished vet so this evening
took the door up and laid heavy pa
per on 1t SOS II the ghost walked on
L he'd 80 through. and he did. and
get Tie prize. don't |. sister,"
rushed down 10 the scene OF the
explosion followed by my excited
household
Leaning over the yawning cellar
trap door yelled. Who's down
there"
oh, you 90 to blazes," camo back
the voice OF the Disguised Bunch.
whereupon Aunt Martha almost faint
ed. while Uncle Peter loaded bis 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 hin
clsnored for his life.
While puzzled my dizzy think-fac-
tory for . way out OF the dilemma
there came a terrinc knocA al ,Ds uoOr
and Tacks promptly opened IL.
Have you got him? Have you got
him. inquired the elongated and
cadaverous specimen Of humanity who
burst into the hall and stared al us.
4 seen him early this evening
hanging around these here premises
and I ups and chases him twicet. bu,
the skunk outrun me-" the newcomer
gurgled. as he eIcitedly swung a po-
licemans billy the size OF a fence
rail.
Then ! seen the lights here and
says |. 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.
I presume you are the chief Of 20
lice inquired Uncle Peter. With an
afable smile
I'm an the police they Is and my
name Is Harmony Diggs. and they's
no buggular Twin can get out'n my
clutches oneet I gifts these BOYS on
him the visitor shouted. waving an
antiquated pair Of handouts e1citedly
In the air
Il caught him. Tacks cried IN ex.
ultant tones when the village copper
looked bis 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 q 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..
Diggs caught glimpse Of a 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 20 come up. didn't
hold the watch on him. but | figure
il took him about seven-sixteenths Of
a second 10 make the decision.
As the criminal slowly emerged
from the cellar the spectators stood
back. spelIbound 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 at me reproachfully.
but never opened his head Say, II
ever there was a dead game sport
Bunch Jefferson Is the answer
He didn't even vhimper when the
village Hawkshaw snapped the brace
let's on his wrist and said: Come on.
Mr.. Buggulsr, This here's a ffne
nights work for everybody In this
neIghborhood because you've been a
source Of pesterment around here for
six months. II you don't get ten years
Mr.. Buggular. then amt no guess
maker Come along: good-nig "a
you. one and all. that there boy tina,
catched this buggular ought TO get re-
warded NICE"
HE will be-" I said mentally as
Mr.. Diggs led the suffering Bunch
away TO the bastile.
i've got to see that villain landed
IL a CELL said to Clara J. as the