. St. Nicholas [serial] . tarted for the scene of the trouble. Separatingafter they had entered Mr. Rogerss gate, theymade a little circuit through the yard, and 8i.] PHAETON ROGERS. ;8i cautiously approached him, two on each side, andone behind. As the one behind laid his hand onhis shoulder, Mr. Rogers dropped the ax, whirledaround, and hauled off, as the boys say, butcaught the gleam of the silver star on the police-mans breast, and lowered his fist. What do you want ? said he. If it s you, we dont want anything, said thepoliceman, who, of course, knew Mr. Rogers verywell. But we thought we
. St. Nicholas [serial] . tarted for the scene of the trouble. Separatingafter they had entered Mr. Rogerss gate, theymade a little circuit through the yard, and 8i.] PHAETON ROGERS. ;8i cautiously approached him, two on each side, andone behind. As the one behind laid his hand onhis shoulder, Mr. Rogers dropped the ax, whirledaround, and hauled off, as the boys say, butcaught the gleam of the silver star on the police-mans breast, and lowered his fist. What do you want ? said he. If it s you, we dont want anything, said thepoliceman, who, of course, knew Mr. Rogers verywell. But we thought we wanted a crazy man. with many nails, still clung tightly to the jambs, allthe central portion having been cut away in raggedslices. This door has been nailed up with a greatmany nails, said he. I cant imagine who would do that, said ; this is nt the first day of April. Neither could the policemen. In fact, I haveobserved that policemen have very little imagina-tion. In this instance, five of them, all imagining. BULL S-EYE LANTEK Then you might as well take me, said , for I am pretty nearly crazy. The mis-chief has got into this door, so that it could nt beopened, and the cook had no kindlings and Ino breakfast; and I shall lose the early train, andif I dont reach Albany to-day, I cant tell howmany dollars it will cost me, but a good many. Mr. Rogers drew out his handkerchief, andwiped the perspiration from his brow. One of the policemen produced a bulls-eye lan-tern, and examined the ruined door, passing it upand down the edge, where the outer frame, studded at once, could not imagine who nailed up that nearest they could come to it was, that it wasprobably done with a heavy, blunt instrument, inthe hands of some person or persons unknown. When, later in the day, we boys stood contem-plating what Ned called the shipwreck of thedoor,—older people than he call all sorts of wrecksshipwrecks,—he remarked that he did nt know whathis father would say
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