St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-07-07

when. l saw great black prints as
of a huge hand on the wall be-
side the stairs. | sat down on the hall
settee, and picked up the camera some
body had tried to pry open. The burg
lar had dropped it in disgust when it
failed to yield easily; clearly he was
gone. Still / tiptoed about with GER
tain degree of caution. The parlor and
dining room were empty and in good
order. went quietly up stairs to my
own room.
"This was empty, but not in good or
der. Everything in it had been turned
upside down. The mattress was
stripped off the bed. all the drawers had
been pulled out of the bureau, and all
my small laces ana ribbons lay with
dirty boot heels. / could have cried at
the havoc, but just then heard a
sound"
The Barnard girl shivered. Then she
rose and threw herself down on the
couch pillows beside the typewriter.
The typewriter begged share of the
shawl. They huddled in a bunch under
the one wrapping. They said: 60
ont"
'sIt seemed to come from the next
room, which belonged to my sister-in-
law. There was a door between, and
on her side there was portiere. Was
the burglar still in the house? | listened;
l dared not take a step in any direction
l heard omebodY-whistle. Could my
brother have come home? Was he
looking over the ruins? The tune was
Annie Rooney l had heard my
brother whistle it that morning. Could
it be he?
II crept to the door and opened it
softly, peeping around the portierre. |
saw an up and down section of a man.
Hewas at the moment half in and half
out of my sisters closet; he was tall
man, in shabby clothes; he was not my
brother"
The clock struek2. The big Barnard
girl moved under her shawl uneasily.
Il crept back to my room and into my
closet. | curied up behind the door. 1t
was separated from the other closet
only by a thin partition, and l was
afraid he would hear my heart beat, but
| dared not risk going down stairs. The
man kept whistling, and-my story IS
tame one, toby and by lie went away.
AS there was no money in the house,
and he didn't apparently seek the din
ing room for silver, he got little or moth
ing"
The Barnard girl sat bolt upright.
Didn't you hear the stairs creak?" she
asked. | suppose | might as we'll wind
up this seance with burglar OF my
own"
"You have seen one, too" exclaimed
the chorus.
Yes, whole one-fngers. feet. up
and down. and across sections. But
didn't the stairs creak?"
lone each is enough for three young
women"
"Oh. you're nervous, THAT'S all; there's
no one there"
''He got into the house one night and
I woke up and he was rummaging my
bureau. | was. frightened out of my
senses. but | shut my eyes and made
believe | was sound asleep. had read
somewhere that was the proper thing
to do"
"Why don't you tell the rest?"
There isn't any rest: he was like the
others; he got out of the window and
went down by the piazza trellis."
''And you didn't give the alarmw
81? Oh, tainted; but the hall floor
creaks; surely"
All three Sprang up with nervous
start and the clock struck the half hour.
Girls, it is 2:30 and you are keeping
everybody on this floor awake" 1t was
the woman who does children's stories
and who has the small hall bedroom.
The Cooper union girl rose to return
to her own chamber. but, after all,
she said, we've not settled what to do
If we should see each her second
bu rgIar before morning.