OUR BOYS.

Kumara Times, Issue 417, 26 January 1878, Page 2

OUR BOYS.

Mr Brasser, who lives on the Ninth* Avenue, has a son about twelve years old nameft Claudius, and the other evening this boy received permission to allow a i eighbo n£ S b ? y t 0 stav aU nfefc* wth them. The old people sleep down stairs tn the sitting room, and the boys were put into a room directly above. When, they went up to bed~ Claudius had the clothes line under his coat, and the neighbor's boy ,had a mask in his pocket. They didn't kneel down and say their prayers like good little /boys, and then jump into bed and tell bear Stories, but as soon-as the door was locked the Brasser boy remarked : ■-.;.-. " You'll see more fun around here tonight than would He on a ten-acre lot." From the closet they brought out a cast off suit of Brasser's clothes, stuffed them with whatever came handy, tied Idle mask and an old straw hat on for the head and while one boy was carefully raising j the window, the other was tying the ; clothes line around the "man." The i image was lowered in front of the sittingj room window, lifted up and down once or j twice, and old Brasser was heard; t> leap j out of bed with a- great jar. He was just ; begining to dose, when he heard sounds | under his window, and his wife suggested . that it was a cow in the yard. Ha'got tip, pulled the curtain away, and as he beheld a man standing there he shouted out":' J * J " Great bottles !. but it's a robber !" and he jumped into bed, ; ■' " Theodorus Brasser, you are a fool!" screamed his wife, as he monopolised all the bed clothes to cover up his head. "Be qniet, you old jade you!" hewhispered ; " perhaps he will go away \" « " Don't you call me a jade !" she replied, peaching over and trying to find his hair. " Git up and git the gun and blow his head off! ; . "Oh! you do it!" "Git up, you coward," she snapped, "I'll never live with you another day if you dorft doit!" . • * " la that you, boys ?" "Mercy on me I get up !".yelled-the wife as the straw man was knocked against the window. "I'll blow his head of clean as milk I" siid Brasser in a loud voice as he got up. Ho struck the stove three or ion* times, upset a chair, and reached hebind the foot of the bed and drew out an qld army musket.' . . ■ " Now then for blood !" he continued, as he advanced to the window and lifted the ewrtain. The man was there, his face elosed to the glass, and he had such a malignant expression of countenance that Brasser jumped back with a cry of alarm, "Kill-him! shoot him down, you-old noodle-head !" screamed the wife. > "I will—by thunder ! I will(" replied Brasser; arid he blazed away and tore out nearly all the lower sasli. The--boys 'up- stairs uttered a yell and groan, ]and Brasser jumped for the window to see if the man was, down. He wasn't, He's , comin' in !—perlice I ho 1 perlice !" roared the old inani The tattered ourtahy permitted Mrs Brasser to catch Bight of a man jumpino' up and, down, and she yelled. :• :- '. .'? ° "Theodorus, I'm going to faint."- <, " Faint and be darned ! Boys [—perlice !" he replied, whopping the sheet iron stove With the poker!, " Don't you talk thai way to me 1" ' shrieked the old woman, recovering, from her desire to faint. " -~■ "Po-leece ! Po-leeoe !" now came from the boys upstairs, and while one continued to shout the other drew the man up, tore him limb from, limb y andseoreted the pieces. '' Several neighboursl were "aroused, an officer came up from;the Nation, ! and asearch of the premises was. inade. , :Not so much as a crack in the snow was found, arid the officer put on anmjuredlpbk, and salft to Mr Brasser ': " A guilty conscience needs ricf accuse* * "TkatVso!" chorused the indignant neighbours as they departed.. ... As Mr Brasser, hung a.quilt;beforevthe shattered window he remarked to his wife ; '' Now see what an old cmidurago you made of yourself !" ' :™-r.; " Don't fling any of your'insults at mo or I'll choke the attenuated difa. out of you !" she replied. And the 'boys kicked around <'on tlfe bed, chucked each, other in the ribs, and cried : . . .-■„■ ~,-v *. c;-.-'r * T "I'd rather be a bey thWoHPresi-. dent!", .;,.. Jr r ... t(jr .