The morning call., 1895-02-14

police station. Philip Redding. the cap
tured man, is an upholsterer by trade, and
being out of work, drinking man, and in
very hard luck all around, about month
ago went to the Mems Home at % Tenth
street in a perfectly destitute condition.
For some days he knocked around the
home until he attracted the attention of
Mrs. Helen Moore, who, with other tender
hearted and practically philanthropic
women, conducts the home for the benefit
of the poor and homeless.
Redding was willing to work and Mrs.
Moore gave him something to do at her
house, 1913 Mission street. Mrs. Girard is
Mrs. Moore's daughter and often saw Red
ding working around the house. Redding
worked well for a time and got the run of
the house. He had worked in the cellar
and finally left without excuse or farewell.
Subsequently it was found that wine
press, patent cooker and dozen minor
articles were missing from the cellar.
Redding was suspected but had disap-
peared. After that locks were put ON the
cellar doors. Mrs. Moore when coming
home yesterday afternoon noticed that the
cellar door was open. When she entered
the house she told her daughter Mrs.
Girard, who, after some delay, went down
to look after things. The cellar is divided
by a partition, making back and front
cellar. AS Mrs. Girard, who had entered
the back cellar, laid her hand upon the
partition door it opened from the opposite
side and Redding stood blinking in the
darkness.
Mrs. Girard has good nerves and is tall.
Redding had guilt against him and the
weight of detection in crime.
"What are you doing here, ReddingP"
demanded Mrs. Girard, as she slipped be-
tween the man and the door leading up to
the street.
II wanted to see Mrs. Moore" replied
Redding, evidently attempting bluff.
But it didn't work.
"All right" replied Mrs. Girard cheer
fully "Come right upstairs Redding
objected and parleyed for a while. Then
Mrs. Girard S voice took on an all-will-be-
forgiven tone and the burly fellow marched
up to the first floor. There he paused as
though to make break for liberty, but at
that iuncture no well-regulated burglar
could have withstood Mrs. Girard's voice
showing the right way ahead, and Red
ding went on upstairs.
'Just stop in here a minute" " said Mrs.
Girard, opening the kitchen door, "and
I'll call my mother" Thinking hers alb
sence would at all events clear the way to
freedom, Redding stepped in the room.
He had not counted on woman cunning,
for as the door closed the key turned on
the outside and the drop below the only
window was full twenty feet. Redding
was caught. Meanwhile, Mrs. Moore had
gone out again, but the burglar stood a
worse chance on that account. Mrs. Moore
might have forgiven him, for she is pitiful
to the poor and to weak humanity, but not
SO Mrs. Girard. She was not going to give
up her only burglar, after she had walked
him up two flights of stairs and locked him
in the kitchen.
Instead, Mrs. Girard sent for the patrol
wagon, which came after she had stood
half an hour with her back against the
locked door and discussed the advantages
of honesty through the door with her
burglar. The talk varied from lively
Redding's first method-to severe, and
then on Redding's part fell to lamentation.
"If you will tell me where you sold the