Evening capital., 1891-12-14
THE GIRL AND THE BURGLAR.
IN ANEcpoTE OF THE sEAsHoRE on A
RAINY DAY.

Sound resorts do not include spacious
parlors" and long lines of globes OF
glittering light They are primitive.
The parlors are apt to be stuffy moist
and stuffy on wet nights.
The lights are of the i'll smelling kerosene
variety. Even on wet night the piazza
is preferable TO the parlor. But the rain
drops on the roof above with a monoton-
GUS intensity of persistence that is irri-
tating, and drips through in places, max.
ing nasty little puddles which one must
be careful to avoid in placing his chair.
You can not see the Sound through the
driving mist of the continuous raindrops,
and the plssh of the waves upon the
shore is but dismal echo of its usual
cheerful or soothing lullaby.
This was the night have in mind.
The place was Montowese. one of the
prettiest bits, if not the prettiest of all,
which can be found between New Ha-
ven and New London. The party hud-
died together on the rain spattered
piazza was in sad need of something to
raise its spirits. Music was out of the
question.
Not bani string but snapped vicious
ly, to say nothing of croaking throats.
Somebody suggested "ghost stories. but
everybody else voted them too grewsome.
Depressing silence for time settled down
on the party. A light as il from a dark
lantern flashed and was lost.
Then, as il suddenly inspired, some one
suggested "burglars" and broke the spell
The rest laughed Montowese is the "hon-
estest place" in the world. That laugh
gave the clue to the Man-Always- To Be-
Depended-0n.
I" II you don't mind, he said-"and ]
am sure you don't, for you are not in
mood to mind any thing-I viii tell you
the story of the girl and the burglar.
have known girls who, was sure, would
be more than match for burglars Now
am vindicated. The scene Of my tale
is laid in Orange, N. ]. Why is it that
oil worthwhile burglar tales hail from
Granger My sister is there and she wrote
me about it
"The heroine is friend of hers, guest
in an adjoining house. She woke one
night TO see man approaching her bed.
The gas was burning dimly, and each
velvety football Of his stealthy tread
seemed to her almost loud report as she
watched him through half closed eyes
come nearer and nearer. She pulled her
self together.
Scared? Oh, no! She was pluckier
than any man. She did not move OF
make sound Mr.. Burglar was evi.
IDENTIFY satisfied that she was asleep. Ho
incautiously laid his pistol down on a
chair while he reached over to grab her
watch. That was her chance. Without
changing her attitude particle she
stretched out one hand quietly, seized
the pistol, sprang upright in bed, and
fired
"The burglar made one bound, cleared
the distance to the window-she waJ
sleeping on the second tioor-and jumped
through. He evidently fell in dam
aged heap outside, for his groans aud
curses were excessively audible.
"1hen the woman got the upper hand
of the Amazon. She rushed frantic,
hysterical to the apartment of her host
and hostess, shouting, I've shot man!
I've shot many They did not believe
her-thought her crazy But when they
came to look out of her window there
was no question about it.
"You could have heard the burglar a
mile. He was an easy victim. She had
winged him in the leg, just where she
insisted that she aimed for him, because
she didn't wish to kill him. Now what
map, concluded the narrator, would
ever have dispatched burglar in such
clever shape as that?"
And he tilted his chair back with per
feet satisfaction at having demolished his
own sex.
Then the Person Who Always-Dis
count-Any Story spoke up In this case
the person chanced to be girl. In hei
desire to outdo the narrator she cared
nothing for the reputation of her own sex.
A very good story in its way. she
remarked, bur / saw something in ap
English paper which showed how little
courage girl has after all. when it comes
10 burglars, compared with what man
may have.
" Il seems that an American tourist,
who had with him next to nothing to
lose, came into his room in London
hotel one night and discovered the out
line Of a man under the bed
He hated to make row: he dislikel
tussle, and he didn't have any particu-
lar reason for fearing an intruders pres
ence. So he let the man suppose lac was
undiscovered, and went calmly to bed
and to sleep
"The man didn't disturb any of our
friends belongings but he robbed num-
ber Of other rooms in the hotel Nobody
could imagine where he had secreted
himself from the watchnen, for he must
have gained an entrance early in the
evening. Our friend did not give tongue.
What philosopher he was. What sub
lime confidence he had in the shrewdness
Of human naturel What a marvellous
nerve! Talk Of girls? Bosh
We all Laughed. Another girl then
took up the parable. Il have no sensa-
Eional experience to relate, she said.
but think / can throw q side light on
the great question Of sex in burglaries.
You know my sister, my mother, and
myself live all alone in that little back
corner Of New York known as Brooklyn.
Well, band Of tramps ravaged Brook
lyn last summer, and entered some of the
houses. One night they attacked ours,
right under the shadow OF Israel Put
nams monumeut-so shameless were
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