The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1911-01-19

ILL., Doggone II I'm going to live In
Joint like this with ghosts and bur.
liars all over the place"
Just then an alarming yell ascend.
ID from the regions below, followed
by a crash and series of the most
picturesque, sulphur-lined oaths that
Mortal man ever gave vent to.
II was Bunch. His trademark was
On every word. could recognize his
birthstone vocabulary with my eyes
shut
But what dire fate had befallen
him7 Surely, not even an amateur
cracksman would give himself and tho
whole snap away unless the provoca
tion 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 Il? What is it7" 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
only in his nlghtle.
Up the stairs, mind you'll The nerve
Of that kid.
"Gime the prize. sisterl" he yelled.
81 caught the ghost! caught himl"
What do you mean7" said, sha'
king him.
Tacks grinned from ear to ear.
You know they's trap door In the
hall SOS to get down to the cellar and
1t amt finished yet, so this evening
took the door up and laid heavy pa.
per on IL SOS II the ghost walked on
II he'd go through, and he did, and
get the prize, don't I. 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!" came back
the voice of the disgusted 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! Tho
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 think-fac.
tory for a way out OF the dilemma
there came a terrihc knock at the door
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 hall and stared at us.
81 seen him early this evening a
hanging around these here premises
and | ups and chases him twicet, but
the skunk outrun me-" the newcomer
gurgled. as he excitedly swung po.
liceman's billy the ssize of a fence
rail.
Then | seen the lights mere and
says /. they has himl' Perduce the
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.
81 presume you are the chief of po-
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 livin can get outn my
clutches oncet | gifts these boys on
him." the visitor shouted, waving an
.antiquated pair of handouts excitedly
in the air
81 caught himl" Tacks cried In ex
ultant tones when the village copper
looked his way; hes down there"
Down there, eh?" snorted the coun
try Sherlock. getting on his knees ant
peering into the depths. but just ther
Bunch handed him handful OF hare
mud which located temporarily ovel
Harmony's left eye and put his optic
on the blink.
With the other eye. however. Mr.
Diggs caught glimpse of step-lad
der. which he Immediately lowered
through the trap. and drawing mur
derous looking revolver from hi
pocket commanded Bunch to come VI
or be shot.
Bunch decided to como up. | didn'
hold the watch on him, but ! figur,
ii took him about seven-sixteenths o
a second to make the decision.
, As the criminal slowly emerge,
from the cellar the spectators stoo,
back, spellbound and breathless; Aun
Martha with a long tin dipper raise,
. In an attitude of defense, and Uncl
Peter with the bow and arrow read.
: for instant use.
Bunch looked at me reproachfuily
but never opened his head. Sayl
ever there was a dead game sport
, Bunch Jefferson is the answer.
He didn't even whimper when tn,
village Hawkshaw snapped the brace
, lets on his wrist and said: Come on
Mr.. Buggular! This here's I'm
nights work for everybody in thi
, nelghborhood because you've been
.. source OF pesterment around here TO
/, six months If you don't get ten years
Mr.. Buggular. then | amt no guess
| nakar Cnma along. good might 4