The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1916-07-07

Several people stared broadly at the
wet. muddy and disordered professor.
He reached the laundry The sheet
would be all ready for him that eve
ming, he was informed
II was few minutes after eight that
evening when the professor reached
the Briggs cottage. 1t had warmed his
heart every time that day he had
thought of the winsome lady. His
ardor cooled as he neared the house.
It's front was shaded and dark. A light
showed in the sitting room. He stole
around the side of the house and
peered in.
"Graciousi" he uttered and shrank
back, fairly appalled,.
A beetle-browed individual occupied
the apartment. He had just pried open
an escritoire and had taken thence a
small lacquered and worried box He
tucked IL under his arm, picked up
from the table big revolver and start
ed to leave the house by the side door.
"A burglar" gasped the professor.
And / am unarmed! He is coming
All. a thought"
Quick as lightning the professor tore
open the package containing the sheet.
He grabbed up from the ground piece
of stick. He EMBODIED himself in the
ample folds of the sheet. Holding the
fragment OF wood, against the light
contrast OF the sheet resembling the
barrel of a pistol, as the burglar
opened the door he extended his hand
Drop everything, or your doom is
sealedl" he voiced in a deep, sepul-
chral tone.
Ghosts" yelled the burglar in a
wild scream, dropped both pistol and
box. and took to his heels. The pro-
lessor rushed forward and secured
both. Then. not knowing why. he
pulled the trigger.
Bang. bang, bang-bang-ban bang,
bang!
The side door of the next house
opened. It's owner, a brawny fellow,
alarmed by the pistol shots, stood peer
ing all about. Following him was his
wife and Mrs. Briggs and her two
children.
There's something white moving
about the housed" chartered the mans
wife.
Hey, what's all this?" challenged
her husband, advancing.
| Your sheet" spoke the excited pro-
fessor, removing it from his shoulders.
Your box" he added, rendering the
object indicated.
MY Jewels, my bonds, all safe. but.
oh, how careless l was to leave them
almost open to anybody" cried Mrs.
Briggs But what does 1t all mean?
Come in, come in, all Of you!" and
she actually pulled the blushing pro-
fessor by the arm. Her bright eyes
viewed him approvingly as he stumbled
through his story.
"Oh, what is a lonely woman with
out a strong, brave man to protect
herr" uttered Mrs Briggs, and then
flushed peony red at rhe bold intima-
ton. and the professor experienced
new thrills.
What came of it all? What could
and did! Widowlike, Mrs Laura
BrlggS READ the innocent, IrdnSPaT eIiI
mind of the professor clearly, and
was glad that she had interested him.
Ten years later it became a regular
event stormy evenings, to have the
two children nestle up to their adopt
ed father and beg of him to tell them
the sheet story.
Then Laura, his wife, would go to
the clothes-press and bring out the
cherished sheet. Then the professor
would dramatically don the sheet. and
take up from the mantel the captured
weapon. and begin his weird story.
And after that he would say. with 4
quizzical glance at his happy wife, L
had to stay here ever since for fear
the burglar might come back again.!