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Show Si f rS. 6 V tm tm . .VbL. aiif ti wni'i .' THE . Wasatcii County, lh ui, Monday, January I. IIeui:!;, m Mr iMf rfYrt'iWiVrn iMW H KISER r & 1 si nnf tift 11 t.-t r -' HERALD. Mtrcy! mercy Hatch Jr, - Editor and Manager Entered at Heber Post office, as sec 'Olid (lass mail matter , -- SUBSCRIPTION PRICES. . per year, 50 cents for half a year and 25 cents for 3momhu f you want to subscribe call at this office and see us 1 1 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is st'll a flying; And this atfte flower that blooms will be dieing. to-da- y, THE BAFFLED BURGLAR. The revolver hadn't been loaded for a year or more, and Cyrus knew it but the burglar didn't. The pitiful wretch stood perfertly still. Fake off your mask! .st rnly commanded Cyruy With" ashen The burglar complied; . - iace and mean hangdog look he stood there and said not a worth .Mrs. Win-terbolt- m had recovered her self possession. but the baby "continued to howl. It would serve you rght you sneak tn g. c o n t e n j) ti b I e v i ai iTC sal d Cyrus in a deep, tragic voice, if I .should shoot 1 believe ill do you where you stand it any how." !" pleaded the trembl- ICs the first time 1 ever ing wretch. broke into a house. Ill never do it up. Please let me go." "Its the first time you were ever caught at it! It'll be the last, Do w n on your knees!" Don t kill him, Cyrus! begged Ids 1 h ink of the uLe, carpet! Listen," said Cyrus coming closer to the kneeling burglar. Hold uy your bands!" While the fellows hands were up Cyrus rill-- d his pocket. He took there from two loaded revolvers, a bowie knife, a caggtr. a Hung-Hi- t t, a bottle tf chloroform and a sandbag. Your fiist offense, is it?" said Cyrus. l7or a novice at the buisness you carry a petty good kit of tools. Stand .up!" The burglar obeyed a-- g 4 .ore )ou a man of family ?v Yes, sir. Oh, please" Stop your whining." A look cf hard, relentless' purpose settled on C) rds'. face. He pointed the revolver at the abject scoundrels head Go and take that baby!" hes again. commanded. Wh-whatfor- -- 1 1 50. - To-morro- w ! 1S91. No. n A : u , a ?" rKc v er ml iul wh af for I Nou go and take that baby !" Cyrus!" exclaimed Mrs. Winterbot-toin dismay, what do you mean?" m |