Wichita eagle., 1889-05-21
MRS BAKERS ARREST.
How a Landlady Got Rid Of Burglar A
tired In Fcminine Apparel


Ho~ a Iandlady Got Rid Of Burglar At
tired In Fcminine Apparel
rhad lust been reading in an eveningpaper
the account of bold daylight burglary that
had occurred that day only block Or 50
from my boarding. place, writes G. N. Rock
well In the Woman's journal The thief
was a notorious one, and his ingenious
manner of operation and the details OF bus
capture occupied prominent place IN the
evening papers.
AS I finished, my landlady entered the
parlor, and / said: "This affair was I'M
pleasantly near US, wasn't it, Mrs. Emery"
eyes" she replied; sit reminds me OF an
adventure had with burglar, though got
rid of mine more easily"
suppose she saw by my Sace that wanted
to hear about 1t, for after giving the hre
few cheering pokes, she took out her knit
ting and sat down, while ], who pre-
fer nv dolce far nicnte without fancy WORK,
settled myself to listen, feeling that L
merited entertainment after my days work.
"Aboutfive years ago, {" she said, beginning
on story and brilliant hosiery at the same
time. lone Saturday evening, my son and
were alone in the house, my one boarder
having left that day, and my husband being
out of the city for week Joe was only
twelve. but / wasn't timid at all,
and about half-past seven we were
sitting in here. reading, when the
door-bell rang. Joe went to the door, and
In moment showed lady in She was very
nice looking, medium size. dressed quite
elegantly In black, and with pleasant
face, and dark brown hair, which she wore
in curls. She was apparently about thirty.
She asked if was Mrs. Emery, and said
/ was. She said she had come in that
afternoon from Reading to attend the
Temperance convention then going on in
- Hall, and as she was not acquainted IN
the city, she had asked one Of the ladies to
tell her of good boarding-place near the
hall where she could stay over Sunday, and
she had been directed here. She also
mentioned that lady connected with the
k Mission Sunday-school had asked her
to deliver an address there In the morning.
This sounded all right, snd l told Mrs.
Baker, as she called herself, my terms for
the room, which she said were satisfactory;
and then she said she would first go TO the
evening session of the convention, and
come back and take IL.
$50 she started out, but came back in
about ten minutes, saying that she found
herself too tired to walk to the hall, and
that she would go right to bed. / took her
I'D to the room-the same one you have
now, Miss Leslie-and then I came down
and thought it over. 1t was queer,
thought, and felt a little uneasy, but
bright idea struck me.
zone Of the ladies connected with the
K Mission lived right in the next block,
and was slightly acquainted with her. l
knew nothing concerning the school hap
pened without her knowledge; 80, telling
Joe to be on the watch a little, / went
around and inquired about Mrs. Baker.
Miss Greene knew nothing about any such
person, and was sure the school had had
nothing to do with her-in fact, they had
engaged gentleman from Germantown to
address the school. This didn't make me
feel any more comfortable. l next thought
would interview Mrs. Baker again, and
get little more definite information about
her, So went up and knocked, but got no
answer, tried the door and found 1t locked.
"You know my room is just behind that
one, and communicates with it by door In
the end of the closet, papered over, and
hooked on my side. next opened that
door and entered her room, as her closet
door was wide open.
1.-THE gas was turned low, and Mrs. Baker
in bed, evidently asleep. l walked toward
the bed, and as passed the bureau, noticed
big bunch of brown curls on 1t, and her
black dress near by on chair. AS went
on, rather amused at the quantity of false
hair, stumbled against something, which
! on investigation proved to be bona flde
pair Of masculine trousers, suspenders and
| all / was rather startled, and looked at
/ the bed. Only Mrs. Bakers head and one
arm were visible, but the hair on that head
was a light auburn and cut very short, and
| the sleeve on that arm was Of dark gray
flannel, and buttoned at the wrist. This
was remarkable, to say the least, and I
went downstairs again without waking
her, and after holding little council of war
/ with Joe-a sensible little chap, if do say
! til sent him for q policeman. The station
! isn't far, SO Joe was back in few minutes.
After hearing his story, they sent skillfui
detective, and took him up to the room.
1--WE both went in, and walked over and
turned up the gas, and said Mrs Bakerf
! pretty loud. The person in bed walked
up, looked confused a moment, then said:
! oh, is that you, Mrs. Emery?' in what
sounded like an assumed falsetto to
my suspicious ears. But just then the
officer came in sight, and Mrs. Bakers
voice dropped suddenly to an excited bass
and made some remarks that were unlady-
| like, to say the least, while the owner made
| quick motion toward the little valise on q
chair by the bed. But the detective was
quicker, and snatched it first l retired
then, and as l went out heard the officer
say: Now, Mr.. Jim Warren, shall have
! to trouble you to dress yourself and come
with me-
Il went down and told Joe, who was on
the stairs, wild with excitement, how the
thing had turned out, and in about five
minutes the officer and his prisoner went
out at the front door.
After landing him securely in the sta
ton, the detective came back after the va
Use which he had forgotten. He said that
he had recognized the man as soon as he
cav him, and that he was we'll known to
the police, who had been looking for him
for several months.
''The valise contained revolver, a small,
! dark lantern, some skeleton keys, and a
| few other small articles, which l don't re-
! member.
II don't know how the fellow happened
to be caught mapping, so nicely, but he
| probably felt so safe that he was off his
| guard. Perhaps he didn't mean any mis-
chief, and only wanted a little needed rest;
but I'm very glad got rid of him as did,
What Goes Up Must Come Down.
A Norwich woman who puts up the best
| of strawberry lam and labels the cans