Tombstone daily prospector., 1891-02-24
KISSED BY A BURGLAR.
The Story of n san Francisco Girl's Mid
 night Adventure.


 night Adventure.
 'I heard the oldest of all burglar stories when was out on the Pacific coast" said New Yorker who has just returned from there to New York Sun reporter. 1t was told me as having happened to a household in a suburb of San Francisco. Private detectives were employed to hunt the desperate, but the fear of publicity hid the case from the authorities. In the front hall room on the second floor of detach he'd house slept the daughter of the house, the other members of the family being only her father and mother. The Chinese servant was in all probability at some friends laundry or over in san Francis co smoking opium, as those servants are almost certain 10 be after nightfall. But he does not count at any rate. The young lady was not asleep. She was in very poor health. and part of her ail- ment was an inability 10 sleep except in cat-naps. She heard a noise on the porch beneath her window, and a min ute later her window was thrown open and a man stepped lightly into the room. Without halting to see if his action had aroused any one he passed along the very narrow passage between her bed and her trunk-a way so narrow that IL was the young lady's custom to sit on her bed and search her trunk and to lace her shoes by putting one foot at time upon the trunk while she was seated on the bod.
 "As the burglar passed along beside the bed he dropped one hand upon the young woman's head, and then let it re- main in that position as he moved, and it swept along her side over the bed clothes. Bu: when his hand reached her feet he pinched one of toes, gently and mischieyously, and passed out Of the room into the hall. She did not dare 10 scream. nor did she care to venture out after the thief. While she lay there, dreadtully frightened and wondering wha: to do, back came the man He stood in her room, closed and locked the door, end then sat down on the bed.
 ".Now,' said he. in gentle voice not at all modulatcd to avoid being heard, I know that you are awake, and l am going to sit here and talk with you. Upon my honor as burglar of reputa' ton and good instincts. will not hurt you. In only one way will l transgress the rules of good breeding. l am going to kiss you, that is all
 .'The young woman found her voice and screamed.
 "sOh.' said the burglar, I an sorry you are frightened. l have half mind 10 go away and come again when yoi are more accustomed to my presence | But, no: can not do that. l only meaI to take one kiss
 At this point her screams were a her loudest, and the noise she mad' was such as to wake any but deaC household. one would have thought. ''.I really wish you would not do that, | said the burglar. 1t will not deter me i What do l care? l can only die at th' | outside, and am not in the least afraid
 to die. l have seen you again ant again on the streets, and I have mad | up my mind to risk every thing in orde | to kiss you-to kiss you when you ar awake. and know that l am stea.ini | the favor. for would not risk a day il | jail to kiss a woman asleep. Well, i l you won't stop screaming l can not SC
 any use in delaying,
 l Here he put an arm under the girl
 shoulders, and, gently raising her body | he bent his own and kissed her on he
 lips as lightly and respectfully as if sh | had been his maiden aunt. With tha he lowered her, still screaming, to he pillow, and leaped out of the window | Her screams brought her father an
 mother, all too late, and they found he able to tell all that had taken place
 Yet in an hour she had grown delirioPc
 and it was a month before she was cve
 mentally herself again. The bravo va | never csutured "