AN EASY JOB
It was a) cold, frosty night, and the last carol singer had long-since gone to bed. A burglar was busily engaged in the pleasing occupation of stowing a 'good haul of swag in his bag. Suddenly he was startled by a touch upon his shoulder, and, turning his head, he beheld a venerable, mild-eyed clergyman gazing sadly at him. "Oh, my brother," groaned the reverend gentleman, '"wouldst thou rob me ? Turn, I beseech thee; turn from thy evil ways. Return those stolen goodes and depart in peace, for I am merciful and forgiving. Begone !" ' And the burglar,only too thankful at, not being given into custody of the police, obeyed and slunk off quietly. Then,the good man carefully and quietly packed the swag into a bag, and sat down to the remains of a turkey and some mince pies. Walking softly (so as not to disturb the .slumber of the inmates), he went out of the house aid away into the silent night. For he, too, was a burglar.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2287, 4 March 1912, Page 7
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171AN EASY JOB Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2287, 4 March 1912, Page 7
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