Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1910-10-07

Something swished through the air
from behind Gives head.
Something swished through the air
from behind Gives head. big
shapeless object hurtled forward and
smote the broken-jawed tough full
across the eyes on the very instant he
fired at point blank range.
The ball went Wild and surprised at
the odd blow he had received (appar-
emily from nowhere), caused the mans
pistol to clatter to the ground
The girl in the box-innocent cause
of the whole battle-had paid her debt
to the man who had imperilled his llse
In her defence. She had crouche1,
trembling, in the background watching
the progress of the fray. But as the
intended murderer's trigger-tinger had
frightened, she had hurled at his face,
with all her frail force, the huge bou.
Quet she carried. For once woman's
aim was unerring, and thereby mans
life was saved.
Her act-melodramatic, amazing,
unlocked for, eccentric in its poetic
Justice and theatric effects-sent a
roar of applause from the onlookers.
even as the pistol-shot momentarily
startled the group of rufiians into SAN
ity. Give, without waiting the result
of the shot, had flung himself upon
the little knot Of toughs who were
locked in dcath-grip about Ansel
But even as he did so, cry of
warning rang from dozen parts OF
the big building:
"The cops! Lights out! The cops!"
The hastily-summoned cohort OF
blue-coated reserves, pistols and
nightsticks drawn, charged down the
centre aisle And before their onset
the rabble melted like snow in April.
The historic Grafton Opera House riot
was thing of the past.
CHAPTER x.
Caleb Undergoes A Home Even.
ing.
~ HERES no use glowering at
me every time you speak of
|5FSSTNI poor Give" protested Mrs.
~ Conover with all the fierce
courage of chased guinea-pig. ut
isn't my fault he's running against
you, and it isn't my fault that he's my
nephew either"
81 guess both these failings would
come under the head of misfortunes,
rather'n faults" retorted Caleb. "And
they're both as hard on him as they
are on you, Lefty. | wasn't glover
ing at you, either. Don't stir up an
other spat."
The idea that Mr.. Conover was cap
able Of melting any such disputation
80 flattered that poor, spiritless little
creature that she actually bridled and
looked about her to make sure Anice
and Gerald, the only other members
of the household present, had heard.
The quartette were seated in the
Conover library whittier they had
gathered after dinner for one of those
brief intervals of family intercourse
which Caleb secretly loved, his wife
as secretly dreaded and Gerald openly
loathed The Railroader, at heart,
was an intensely home-loving man.
He had never knor'n a home. Least
Of all since moving into the Mauso-
leum. He had always, in increasingly
blunderingly fashion, sought to make
one.
The wife he bullied, the son he hec-
tored the daughter with whom he had
forever quarreled. the secretary who
met his friendliness with unbroken re-
serve; all these he had tried to enroll
as assistants in his various home
making plans. The results had not
been 30 successful as to warrant de-
scription.
Finally, Conover had centred his
former efforts on one daily plan. He
had read in the advice column Of the
Star about the joys of pleasant even
ing hour In the bosom of ones fam
lily" and directions therefor. The
idea appealed to him. He ordained ac-
cordingly that after the unfashionably
early evening meal the household
should congregate in the library. and
there for at least one hour indulge in
carefree, confidential chat. This,
Caleb mentally argued. was a capital