ANOTHER VERSION.

Ellesmere Guardian, Volume X, Issue 923, 1 July 1891, Page 3

ANOTHER VERSION.

Everybody haa read of the brave woman who, when alone m her room one evening caught a glimpse of the brawny hand bf a desperado who was concealed under % .a/»l * and who with a magnificent courage, we-i calmly on sewing until th. survani gientering the roon, she sent tiie lutter mj-.\ . & note to her absent husband, and th -n fainted m his arms when he cami., at ci an hour of suspense, to the rescue. Every body, we say, who takes a paper, has read this remarkable anecdote a few thousand times, and has it by heart, even to ; the compliment paid by the villain on the scaffold to the bravery of tho lady.

Mrs. Garry, out m the Western Addition bad just laid down a paper containing the same old anecdote the other night .vliea, as she stooped to pick up her thimble from the floor, she beheld the hugs hand of a burglar undernoalh the bal. As sha sat trembling m her chair, she recollected that tbe cook had gone out for the evening «od that the nurse wap asleep with the children upstairs' while Mr. Garry was down at the office getting up the yearly balance-sheet. Her heart froze with hor ror as she contemplated the situation. If she attempted to leave the room or raise an alarm, tho murderer would be upon her m a moment. Ha, there was the telephone, thanK heaven ! She crossed tha room, with the cold perspiration trickling down her back, and clutche I the mouthpiece. But how to apprise Mr. (> of her peril without warning the listenin j burglar? ' She turned the handle. * Well, what now ? ' growled Garry from down m Front Stree..

* Mr Dusenbury has been hare, my deur and he wants you to call at 1,416 Chowder Street right away.' '1,416 Ch Why, that's our house. What do you mean ?\ •So it ia — how stupid of me !' went 01. the agonised woman trying to steady her voice, 'I understand that the whol.

of the square No I .4fi?. ii on Are t hadn't you better Pten arou-d and ace about it?' *"* Square T.4G2 ? Why, that'n the ono w-* livo on ! What on earth do you menn, talk me* m that wav? la anything the ina*ter ?' ' No. no,' hurried on the wretched f emnl^ • T just wanted to 1«t you know thnt Ameli i Am Boggs— understand, Amelia Ann Bosrers— was dying, and wanted t- see you right away.' ' Amelia Ann Bo—Why, that wns your name before we wore married ! What, m the nam" of Are you going crazy unvway ? ' But llrp. Garry did not answer, and, after confiding to the head clerk his conviclion that hie wife hnd been out to B'ipper at some place where they put; whiskey m the ten, and tliat he thought he had better go h.,me nnd see that sha didn't give the baby laudanum for paregoric, Garry got on a car and repaired to his house. He found Mrs. G on the floor m a dead fa'nc and when she had come to and explained matters and Garry had fished out an l old boxing-glove 1 ., from under the bed Mrs. Garry sat np and made so -ne general remarks concerning tho publishers of sensational papers which would have made even those unfeeling wretches blush with shame.