Brasser's Son Claudius.

Cromwell Argus, Volume VI, Issue 308, 6 October 1875, Page 3

Brasser's Son Claudius.

Mr Brasser, who livesfon Ninth Avenue, * has a., son ajbout twelve years old, named Claudios, and the other evening this boy received permission to allow a neighbor’s boy to stay all night with them. The old people, sleep down-stairs, and the boys were put into a room directly above. When they went up to' bed, Claudids 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 dud 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 lie on a ten-acre lot!” From a closet they brought out a castoff suit of Brasser’s clothes, stuffed them with whatever came handy, tied the mask and an old straw hat on for a head, and while one boy was carefully raising the window, the other was tying the clothesline around the “mad.” The image was lowered down in front of the window where the old people were sleeping, lifted up and down once or twice, and old Brasser was heard to leap out of bed with a great jan He had been just on the point of dozing when he heard sounds under his window, and his Wife had suggested that it was a cow in the yard. He got up. pulled the curtain away, and as he beheld a man standing there he shouted out:

“ Great bottles! but it’s a robber!” and be jumped into bed. “ Theodorus Brasser, you are a fool!” screamed his wife, as ho monopolised all the bed-clothes to cover up his head. Be quiet, you old jade, you!" he whispered; “ perhaps he will go away.” “ Don’t you call me a jade!” she replied, reaching 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 don’t do it.” “ Is that you, boys 1” “ Mercy on me, git up I" yelled the wife as the straw man was knocked against the window. “I’ll blow his bead off as clean as milk,”

said Brasser ia a loud voice as he got tip. He struck the stove three or four times, upset a chair, and reached behind the foot of the bed and drew out an old army musket. “ Now then for blood !” he continued, as he advanced to the window and lifted the curtain. The man was there, his face close 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—l will!” replied Brasser, and he blazed away and tore out nearly all the lower sash. Ihe boys up-stairs uttered a yell and a groan, and Brasser jumped for the window to see if the man was down. He wasn't* He stood right there, and ho made a leap at Brasser. “He s comm* in ! Perlice—boys-—ho —perlice 1” roared the old man. The tattered curtain permitted Mrs Brasser to catch sight of a man jumping lup and down, and she yelled : 31 “Theodoras, I’m going to faint." to “ Faint and he darned. Boys—perlice!” 16 i replied, walloping the sheet-iron stove

th the poker. \‘ Don't you talk that way to me,” the o woman shrieked, recovering from her d Ve to faint. Poleece—poleece !” now camo from *oys up-stairs, and while one continued P ' the otter drew the man up, tore t’om limb, and secreted the piect a al neighbors were aroused, an 0 . C |* me U P from the station, and a searcit the p rem i seg wag made> Not „„ mucn w crack i n t j ie snow wag foimd> am tmpicer pufc ou an • look ftud *° Crasser; „ T , s y conscience needs no accuser.” «f' the Wi "”‘ shattered xT I™" 3 a <* uilt before “Now 1,0 ren,arked t0 tis wife: made of aQ ° ld Condura S° 3'°'* or &° fur insults at nie * you!” shero^. atfcenuated life of “I’d ratherI>’>».««d 1 >’>».««d cned: d»t.^_w«4J^ h j“ ,w