Judge — September 14, 1901 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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garments and Mrs. Freeling arose and Wp, donned her wrapper. In the meantime wy » Miss Crowville's trembling voice continued : “If Tall pa he’s sure to go for the burglar sin- gle-handed—he’s so rash; and pa ‘s too old to tussle with anyone, so | came to you, But hurry; 1 hear the burglar climbing over the parlor balcony. I will rundown to paand ma.” <7, — The Freelings has- aie tened after her, Mr. Free- j ni NUT ling with a cane and Mrs. ing | | Hh Freeling with a poker. In ay the parlor they found Mr. Crowville, who manifested a . IN TOPSYTURVY LAND desire to assail the burglar sin- PooL-aL.—"" I'll play the coon for the corner pocket.” gle-handed, being restrained by . his wife and daughter. A gentleman in a high hat and dress-suit, in the act of drawing his second leg over the balcony railing. was plainly revealed by the glow of the electric light opposite. The occupants of the parlor—all but Mr. Crowville, who vociferated violently— —a stood spellbound while this individual-threw open the window and with swaying, airy noncha- eR. IDEN OF Us cn lance stepped into the room and regarded the party with mingled surprise and indignation. onde Ubitie tiey Cepecee e cenee “"Xcuse me, a's an’ gen’Imens 1 dunno watcher doin’ here, but I'm in ‘tlash.” come out of that hole?" “And now you can get out again!” exclaimed Mr. Crowville. “and be quick, too!" AN EPISODE. ar era ia tinal : RS, FREELING awoke } } uy i Hg | ; TTT ILI M with a start, \ | ys v G J Y] SUES Hy) James, there is some one WN! ; | N//) FDO knocking at our bedroom door. y ON aide [WWE | 4 Get up and go and see who it she said decisively. Mr. Freeling stopped snor- ing and arose. “Who's there?” he asked sleepily, going toward the door. It was Miss Crowville’s voice, shaken by agitation, that replied : “It’s me, Mr. Freeling. Oh, please come down stairs at once! ‘There's a burglar trying to break Wp i Caf into the house! y j f \ \\ ou K Miss Crowville was the ‘ a CZ NU. S Freelings’ landlady's daughter, A. > | Kee DM, who slept in a room next to her parents on the parlor floor. YX? * \¢é fr. Freeling drew on some tht Z, Srecwntm Mi ; ling d 3 ¢ ; EZ = TO COUNTERACT IT. es, but all of these suits is too blamed loud for a deacon in the church.” “Ah, bat, mein frent, ve gifes a soft-pedal attachment free mit efery suit.” “ Di’ you speak? Oh, yash; I know you.” “You have made a mistake,” said Mr. Crowville; “ you do not belong here.” “Don'? You s'prise me!” “No; you are Mr. French, and you live at the corner. You had better go home.” “"'Xeuse me, ‘xcuse me!” im- plored Mr. French, backing out over the window-sill. “ Sorry ‘sturb you.” “You had better go out through the front door,” said the now liber- ated Mr. Crowville. “If you try to get over the balcony you'll be sure to kill yourself.” “Not ‘tall, not ‘tall, Don’ trouble. I'll go ash I came, Even- in’, la's an’ gen'Imen.” And in spite of all remonstrance Mr. French, with an air of injured dignity, bowed himself out upon the balcony and climbed laboriously Savkwiy baeeet down into the street, while Mr. Se ee iid Gite am ac! ent hen xB Crowville and Mr. Freeling anxious- . Ys pa ‘They are equivalent to one, my child. ‘She is one and he is ly watched his progress from the front door. FRANCES A. SCHNEIDER. “A TOUGH CHICKEN.” comicbooks.com