The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-02-02

no bankbook yit. !"
Il might look around here myrelf for
dx months aud not lind one" ! an
swered.
"But il yer don't bank yer sugar
where is it?"
Whenever have dollar left give
1t to the Society Reformed Luz lars. +"
"Oh, ysr docs, eli? Well. l wants
more money. -soe? Yer got money hid
somewhere, and if yer Gyu shell out
I'll cripple yerl''
"fou We got every dollar in tho
house..
With that he pulled up chair, sat
down, took "a Latch from his pocket and
lifted ole OF my Lare teet Oh his knee.
lie was gong to burn Tie sole OF MY
foot to make me Eetray the hiding place
Of my cash.
"Mill yer tell Or take this?" he do
manded as he scratched the match on
the floor.
was about TO answer when saw the
form OF policeman in the door. He
had seen lights Pickering about up
stairs, had entered the yard to find the
side door and the kitchen door open. Sus-
pecting that all was not right, he had
entered the house and looked about and
made his way up stairs. My burglar
had his back to the door. As he held the
lighted match in his fingers the officer
stepped forward and gave him blow
with hio ,I,,h ,,,l,, 90
the chair and seemed for awhile to have
finished his career. When the hand
cuffs had been slipped on his wrists, l
was united, and the officer and l sat
down to compare notes and wait for the
fellow to regain consciousness, We
didn't hasten matters by the use of
brandy or water Or palm leaf fan.
We gave him all the time he wanted,
and meanwhile I went through him and
recovered my own. After a long half
hour my burglar opened his eyes and sat
up and inquired:
whats goin on here?''
Nothing much, answered. "You
were not satisfied with taking all l had,
but were going to torture me in hopes
Of getting another shilling Or two. This
officer came in just then and cracked
your head.''
"And I'm prisoner?''
"You are"
Say, gents, I'm poor, unfortunate
man and was driven to this, and | hope
yerl take pity on me, he whined, hay
ing no more pluck than child.
II thought burglars were brave, de-
termined men," said.
"No, sir, they are not If yer'll let me
90, I'll leave this part of the country
and never come back. Gents, think Of
me dear cid mother"
"What! Do burglars have dear old
mothers to weep and worry when arrest
and prison Gomez"
eyes, sir. and my vito will be so up
set that she won't be able to go to her
washin."
"Then ger.are tho husband of wash
cts true, sir. See, gents-I'm weep
N. I'm as sorry MS I kin be, and if yer'n
let me go I'll never even steal an apple
Is long as live. Try me, gents-try Q
broken hearted, sorrowful man, who
must have been walkin in his sleep, or
ned never hev got in here"
And that was my ideal, my hero,
ny burglar. He had come after score
If years Of waiting, and I had found
lin ignorant, vicious and only step
'bove the brutes. went away and sat
lown by the hall window and gave way
o my grief and disappointment, while
he officer lifted the mudsill to his feet
nd walked him down stairs and escort
d him to the station. hoped the man
aight nerveup and become hero as he
aced the judge and jury; but, alas, he
leaded guilty, shed tears when SEN
enced, and as they took him away he
nrned back to me and whispered:
eyes, sir, I'm burglar, and / axes
or humble parding fur disturbin Of yer
leep that night"