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Aunt Polly's Adventure With
a Burglar.
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.II, my, didn't the wind blow ? When
'. wont around the house that night,
looking the doors and windows before go
ing to bed, there was just a breath of
breeze skipping about nothing'more ; but
by the time I bad fairly plumped upon the
pillow, the gale was going it like mad.
When I first came to this Western country
I used to bo surprised at the quick, un
' ceremonious way storms had of coming
upon people half the time, it seemed to
me, out of a clear, innocent-looking sky.
In my old home I prided myself upon
loading the signs of the sky ; but hero,
goodness me, when I thought it would
snow, it was suro tqrain, and when I could
have taken a solemn oath that tlio clouds
were going to pour, why, whisk they'd go,
and the sun would shine out as though it
was in high glee at having fooled me. So
I gave up being a woather prophet, and
took it just as it came.
That night everything out of doors scorn
ed to bo in commotion. The loose shingles
on tho house clattered up and down, the
windows shook, the blinds rattled, and
half the time it seemed to me that the bed
on which I lay would be blown through
the side of the house. I know I'm a fool
ish old woman, but at the thought I couldn't
help setting my ruffled night-cap straight,
and smoothing back my hair, because if I
should go, why, there was Deacon Alheo's
house opposite, and but Lord bless mo,
what am I saying !
Well, naturally, I was lonesome euough,
without child or chick to speak to, but I
did very well until somehow I got it into
my bead that burglars always choose just
such nights to do their mischief in. After
that I started at every sound, and, as there
were thumps and clatters on all sides, and
in every direction, it isn't to be supposed
that I got much rest.
I didn't stop to reason that there was
very little in my poor little house to tempt
evil doers. I knew I had forty dollars and
eighty cents laid away in my poor departed
Jason's old wooden chest, and I felt that to
lose that would be a terrible thing to mo.
. The house was a cottage, with a hall
running the length of its two rooms an
" L" being built beyond. My room was at
the back, opening into the hall and the
front room adjoining. So my eyes wont
first from one door to the other, lingering,
I must say, with more dread upon.tho one
leading into the ball. v
'"If I should be robbed of that forty
dollars and cightjkicents " said I to my
self. Just then a blind went whack, and
springing up in bed, I began to say the
prayer my mother taught me" Now I lay
me down to sleep," though I'm sure it
looked a great deal more as though I was
sitting up to sleep than lying down.
" What an old fool you are, Polly Quim
by 1" I began to say aloud, trying to get up
jny courage by the sound of my own voice.
At that moment I was sure I hoard a
step in the little hall, and before I had
time to move from my place, the door
latch lifted, the door swung back, and there
lie stood, the very objeot that I had been
dreading, Mr. Burglar himself.
"Good evening, ma'am," he said, In
auch a polite way, that I found myself In
tbe' motion of bowing back, and saying
good evening too.
lie was a mlddle-agod man, with miuv
taclie and whiskers, and he bod the bright
est eyes that I ever saw In a person's head.
The hair on his temples was quite gray.
All in all, be looked liko a respoctable
Christian gentleman, and not a midnight
thief.
" Quite a windy evening, ma'am," he
wont on, as he stepped into the room.
" You must be lonely here by yourself."
Somehow this touched my temple. I
forgot who was speaking, and answered
back as tart as could be.
" I prefer to choose my company sir !"
" You do indeed ! So do I. In this
case I have my preference not you."
Then he sat down leisurely in my rock
ing chair, and stretched out his feet, as
though he intended to stop a while.
"Will you be so kind, sir, as to go about
your business? What do you think of
yourself, sir, to be intruding upon the pri
vacy of my room at this hour of the night,
sir?"
lie leaned his head back upon my wors
ted tidy, and be laughed fit to kill himself.
" No harm is intended you, my charm
ing woman," he said. " I swear it no
harm is intended for you 1"
And saying this, he laughed louder and
louder than ever.
" Do you come into my house to make
game of me before my very eyes?" I asked,
my temper being pretty much stirred up.
" If you wero a gentleman, sir."
This was too much for him.
"A gentleman? Oh, aw that's too
good ! If I professed to be a gentleman,
you'd stand a good chance of gotting your
throat cut without so much as " by your
leave, ma'am," to begin with ! A gentle
man ? With all my faults, thank heaven,
that is not among them !"
"You noed'nt have gone on that way to
prove it," I said tartly.
" Well, you are a sharp old dainRcl,
aren't you ?" turning his big eyes upon me,
and twisting up bis mouth in a comical
way, which I shall never forgot. " I swear
you'd be pretty good looking, if you didn't
wear such a wido ruffle on your nightcap.
Jolly, isn't it a lunkor big euough for a
graveyard fence."
" Sir 1" I said, looking very savage.
"Ma'am!" he answered, imitating my
voice aud tone to perfection.
"Oh, if I were only out of this bed, sir !"
I began.
"And pray, madame, what is thereto
hinder you from gotting out, I'd liko to
know?"
" Do you intend to insult me, you good-for-nothing
creature? Oh, if the wind
only would blow you away."
" If one goes, the other is sure to go too,"
he said stolidly.
"If brother Joe would only waken," I
said. , ' '
He cocked bis eye knowingly.
" You want to make me believe that he
is in the house somewhere, eh ? My dear
madam, you are as transparent as air. Had
he been under this roof, you would have
screamed blue murdor long before this
time."
"Oh, oh, you varmint 1" I groaned in
pure agony of spirit. "What do you
want?"
" Well ma'am, since that is a fair, honest
question, I will attempt to answer it. To
begin with, my financial affairs are in a
complicated condition. Money, I have but
little of credit, none; so J am forced to
levy a trilling tax upon my friends in this
and other neighborhoods, to extricate me
from my disastrous condition. As soon
as I have collected a certain amount I in
tend leaving this country for France or
Italy, never, perhaps, to return. Do not
shed tears at this, dear Madame, for
wherever my footsteps tend your image
ruffled nightcap and all will remain for
ever imprinted upon my heart."
" You old goose 1" I said.
"Please do not interrupt me, madame; I
have but a few moments longer to stay,
and I must be to business at onoe. You
have deposited in a trunk in an adjoining
closet forty dollars and eighty cents. The
forty dollars I would like to borrow of you
for an indefinite length of time. The eigh
ty cents I do not care anything about.
You can retain that as a trifling evidence
of my generosity in this great emergency
of my life."
"You are a robber,' thief, then !" I said
spitefully.
"Either, at your service, Madame," lis
ingand making a bow for all the world
like a French danciug master. "Now,
the money, if you please."
lie was'nt joking now. There was a de
termined look In his eyes and about the
mouth. ...., j
" He that giveth to the poor, londeth to
the Lord," he said, speaking Just like a
preacher.
" And he that stoafs from the poor, what
of him?"
"MyBiblo does not dispose of his case
especially, Madame."
" And you came hero to rob me me, a
poor woman?"
" I came to borrow of you, for an uncer
tain length of time."
I saw it was usoloss to waste words with
him, besides, I didn't altogether like
the look in his eyes. I closed my lips
tightly together, resolving that I would
not speak again.
, " If you've no objection, ma'am I'll look
around a bit," he said, taking up the lamp
as he spoke. " If I hoar any noise from
you, my dear, or if I see in any way that
you are becoming norvous, I shall be obli
ged to quiet you by the use of."
He held up a small vial.
"Chloroform I" I gasped.
! ' At your service, Madame."
"It would be the death of me," I moaned.
" I should be sorry to bring such a loss
to the world, but, believe me, all that rests
in your own hands. This door leads into
the closet where the trunk is, I believe,"
he said, making straight for the closet
where my forty dollars were put away for
safe keeping.
I didn't say a word. To tell the truth,
tho chloroform had scared me nearly out
of my wits. He turnod the key in the door
(I had always kept it locked,) and tho
trunk was at the further end of it. Let
mo say hore that this closet or store room
was in the " L" part of the house, fully a
foot lower than my room. Mr. Burglar
was not acquainted with this fact. Glan
cing toward mo with his sharp eyes to
see if I was quiet, he took a step forward
and went sprawling on all fours. I don't
know to this day how he managed to save
tho lamp as he did, but it was not broken
in the fall, and burned as brightly as ever.
My wits came to me here. I sprang as
lightly as a cat out of bed, and' before he
could get upon his feet, I had the door of
the closet shut and locked upon him. He
grew lamblike in a moment
"You've done it now, haven't you, my
charming creature ? I swear I'm in love
with you from this hour to the end of my
timo. You've got me tight and fast.
What's the use of money now ? I'll take
the eighty cents and you may have the
forty dollars if you will lot me out."
" No, sir, I am going to call the neigh
bors," I said, resolutely.
" Going with that niglitcapon? You'll
make you fortune. But don't hurry, that's
a dear. Let's have a littlo talk. Say I'll
give you a hundred dollars if you'll let mo
out."
" Yes, and leave you free to scare some
other woman nearly to death no, sir 1"
V Well, then, I'll give you two hundred
dollars."
"No, sir."
" Namo your prico thou, doar girl, I
suppose evoiy woman has her price they
say every man has."
" No ; it wouldn't be right," I said hesi
tatingly. I heard him chuckle:
. "First step toward it ; she begins to talk
of what is right"
I thought of my poor girl out to work by
tho week, and so anxious to got an educa
tion, and I'm sure it isn't to bo wondered
ut if I did begin to think of setting a price.
But I said not a word.
" Look here ! I'll put five hundred dol
lars in good sound gold uuder the door,
aud you can count it as I push it through
piece by pieoe, if you'll only let me out of
this cursed hole. I'm smothering."
"Try some chloroform," I whispered
through the keyhole.
" Curse the chloroform ! Will you let
me out?"
I had alight by this time, and had slip
ped into a wrapper and my slippers.
" If I got the money, how could I let him
out of the closet ?" I wondored. " I should
not dare to meet him ; he'd rob me again,
and perhaps murder me." But I said,
" I'll take the gold," resolving that I would
try to get out of it somehow, just for tho
sake of poor Rebecca, who so much wan
ted to go to school.
" Your heart is in the right place," be
said and the next moment a big round gold
piece came through tho wido crack under
the door.
"It's right enough now, isu't it?" he
sneered. "There's nothing like gilding
over our sins a littlo. Bah I all the world's
alike t Here goes another, and another.
Count fast, my pious damsel. I dare say
there's no confessional in your church." '
' Is there in yours?" .
" Well, if there was, gold gets into that
sometimes, thoy say. Hold fast there
you've got the lost clinker ; now set me
free."
" Wait a minute." 1
" But I won't wait. I swear I won't."
" Can you help yourself?"
" Well, no, not much : but I'm smother.
ing here. Can't you take pity on a poor
iellow ?"
"Sit down flat on the floor," I said.
I heard him plump down as obedient as
a school boy.
"What next?"
I turned to the kitchen door to see if the
lock was all right. Then I turned the key
with a sharp click, which sounded to me
like the report of a pistol.
'There I" I cried, and sprang into the
kitchen, locking the door behind me.
He came out of his prison, swearing like
a trooper.
" Sharp old Satan, sho's locked herself
up somewhere," trying the kitchen door as
he spoke. " Good night, Madame De'il
good night 1 You've got the best of this.
You have robbed me. Good night got
down and say your prayors."
Sagacity of a Marc.
A Virginia paper says: A remaikablo in
stance of the sagacity (is it not reason ?) of
a horse has come to our notice. Mr. John
Fletcher, a Norwegian, owns an unbroken
cayuse mare which runs in a pasture ad
joining his house. The mare, which is very
wild, has a young colt at her side. A few
nights since, after Mr. Fletcher had retired,
he was aroused by the mare coming to the
window of his house, aud by pawing,neigh
ing in every way possible trying to get his
attention. This continuing for some "time
he got up and went out and drove her
away, and returned again to bed; but she
immediately returned, and if possible in
creased hor demonstrations, be again went
out when the mare came up to him and
rubbed her nose against him, though always
before she had been very shy of allowing
any one to come within reach of her, then
ran on a few yards before him contin
uing her neighing; then, as he did not fol
low her she returned to him rubbing
against him in the most demonstrative
manner. Ho attempted to drive her off,
struck her with a stick, aud followed her
a few yards to frighten ber away. As soon,
however, as he turned toward tho house,
sho returned and tried in every way to pre
vent him doing so. He then remarked
that her colt was not with her, a fact which
he had not noticed before, as it was quite
dark. It occurred to him thon to follow
her, which ho did. So soon as she saw he
was doing so, she ran off before him, stop
ping every few yards, turning around to
see that ho was still following, thon again
running on keeping up her calling, until
she reached a distant part of the field, whore
she stoppod at an old "prospect hole."
On coming up with hor she again com
menced rubbing against him, and drew his
attention to the holo, whore he soon dis
covered the colt. It appears it had slipped
into it and was unable to get out, and the
mare had taken this method to obtain as
sistance. Boiug unable to get it out alone.
Mr. Fletcher went for some of his neigh
bors and with them returuod. While they
were taking the little fellow out, tho mare
manifested the most intense delight, and
seemed almost beside herself with joy; and
afterwards, when the men had got out of
the hole,; she camo up to Mr. F., and
placing hor nose on his shoulder, gave
every sign of giatitude that a humun
mother might under similar circumstances.
Who will say that a horso does not reason?
Peter Curtrlght and Ucu. Jackson.
The following incident happened in Nash
ville, Tenn., during an Annual Conference,
and is thus narrated in the famous Peter
Cartright's Autobiography:
" Monday evening came ; the church was
filled to overflowing. Evory seat was crow
ded, aud many had - to stand. After sing
ing and prayer, Brother Mac (the preacher
in charge) took his seat in the pulpit. I
then read my text, ' What shall it profit a
man if he gain the whole world and lose
his own soul?' After reading my text I
paused. At that moment J saw Geneial
Jackson walking up the aisle. He camo to
tho middle post, and very gracefully leaned
against it aud stood, as there were no va
cant seats. Just thon I felt some cue pull
my coat tail in the stand, and, turniug my
head, my v fastidious preachpr (Brother
Mac), whispering a little loud, said, Gen.
Jackson has come In ; Gen. Jackson has
come 1 I felt a flash of indignation run all
over mo like an electrio shock, and, facing
about to my congregatlou, and purposely
speaking out audibly, I said, "Who is
Gen. Jackson? If he don't get bis soul
converted, God will damn him as quick as
He would a Guinea negro 1" '
"The preacher ducked bis head down and
squatted low, and would no doubt have
been thankful for a leave of absence. The
oongregat.ion, Gen. Jackson and all, smiled
or laughed right out, all at the preacher's
expense. When the congregation was dis
missed, my city-stationed preacher stepped
up to me, and very sternly said to me,
' You are the Btrangest man I ever saw,
and Gen. Jackson will chastise you for
your insolence before you leave the city.'
"Very clear of it," said I; 'for Gen. Jack
son I have no doubt will applaud my
course ; and if he should undertake to
chastise me, there are two that can play at
that game."
" Gen. Jacksou was staying at one of the
Nashville hotels. Next morning, very ear
ly, Brother Mao went do wu to the hotel to
make an apology to Gen. Jackson for my
conduct in the pulpit the night before.
Shortly after, I passed by the hotel and met
Gen. Jackson on the pavement, and before
I approached him by several steps, he
smiled, and reached out his hand and said :
" Mr. Cartnght, you are a man after my
own heart. I am very much surprised at
Mr. Mac, to think that he supposed that I
would be offended at you. No sir ; I told
him that I highly approved of your inde
pendence ; that a miuistor of Jesus Christ
ought to love everybody and fear no man.
I told Mr. Mac that if I had a few thousand
such independent, fearless men as you are,
I could take all England."
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Probably very few, even of thoso persons
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fective for rendering some of tho most deli
cate tints, great cilbrt has boon made to
And a substitute, by which a higher degree
of perfection could be attained, and the
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stituted for the uncertainties and delays of
surface printing.
Many years ago, Mr. Chailcs Stahl, a
lithographic engraver of high repute, di
rected bis attention to this 'subject, aud
after years of patient and enthusiastic de
votion, he has overcome all difficulties, and
has so perfected his process as to insure a
complete revolution in tho art of color
printing.
Messrs. James Suttou & Co., of 68 Mai
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Aldine, adopted his process for the pro
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duce the particular shade assigned to it.
The untouched portions of the plate are
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aud a galvanic bath nicely governed, does
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WhenMt is considered that as mauv us
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that somo portions of a tint are preserved
pure to the end, while others are covered,
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pressionsthe marvelous skill and knowl
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tW A story comes from Pine Creek, Elk
hart county, Ind., to the effect that a young
lady named Parks died, to all appearauces,
and was dressed for the grave, but In an
swor to the passionate manifestations of
hor relatives she sat up and conversed with
them for an hour, when she died, positive
ly, and without mental reservation.
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