The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1899-03-08
A TRAPPED BURGLAR
THE NICELY PREPARED BAIT WAS
EAGERLY TAKEN.

"Of course. said the retired burglar,
"a man in my business Is always on
the lookout for traps and most of 'em
he can circumvont without much trou-
bic. But men go to lot of trouble and
expense TO lay traps, and sometimes
they get up something that is new and
effective suppose that any man go
ing into dwelling house would he sure
20 LOOK over the bureaus and dressing
tables in the sleeping rooms. It was
this well known professional habit no
doubt that had suggested the idea of
trap came across once, which man
had had built with view to catching
anybody that might stand in front of
the bureau in his room.
II imagine that this man must have
been visited before and been very much
irritated by it, because he never could
have gone TO all the trouble and ex-
pense he did just for mere protection
there was clearly some feeling in 1t. 1t
was handsome room, promising look
ing from its richness, and when turned
my light on the bureau, where l went,
naturally enough, to begin, / was not
disappointed. There was glitter of
glass and silver in the bullseye, and rs
| swept the light along it struck
pocketbook that didn't glitter much,
but that looked fat and comfortable.
and watch that did shine, and, take it
altogether, it made me think that here
was the home of man that didn't
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meet. And so | set my lamp down on
one end Of the bureau--it made me
laugh actually, to think that there was
so much good stuff there that / had to
shove something one side to make room
for it-and put my bag down on chair
that was there and began cleaning the
things off.
"I'd just put the silver hairbrushes
in the bag and had turned around to
the bureau again to pick up the pocket
book and the watch when heard, or it
seemed as though felt a little click,
and just the faintest touch Of a jarring
or yielding under my feet, and the
next instant, long time before l could
jump or do anything whatever, piece
of the floor under my feet about three
feet square dropped ont from under me.
and down went.
"But l didn't give up by a long
shot. was an ablebodied man, and
my hands were free-my lamp being
then on the corner of the bureau and
my bag on the chair-and l wasn't GO
ing to give it up yet, if l was going
down trap. The trapdoor was hung
on hinges on the side farthest from
the bureau, and laughed to myself as
l put up my hands and thought how
easy it was to grab on to the edge Of
the solid floor running along just in
front of the bureau and haul myself up.
Truly it seemed like waste of money,
all the expense this man had been to to
put in the trap without guarding
against the chance of escape from it by
just this means, and I already imagined
myself climbing out as / threw up my
hands. which did before I'd dropped
much more'n half of my length below
the level of the floor, gripping that firm
edge very tightly. l was going to make
sure of that.
"And i got it all right, but in about
millionth part Of second / became
conscious of the fact that it wasn't I
stopping me at all / was carrying it
down with me. 1t was the front edge
of another trap cut in the floor under
the bureau, hinged at the back and held
up in place by a spring just strong
enough to keep it in position. held on
as hard as could, but if had had iron
fingers and steel muscles couldn I have
held on after the trap had swung down
straight. l went down like a ton of
lead, and the next minute found my
self sliding through smooth board
tunnel not much bigger'n enough to
let me slide comfortably. and the next
minute I'd been shot into box or room
about seven feet square through an
other trap in the top Of it that closed
flush after came through.
snow. there was a situation for you.
Me in q square box Of hard pine, ap
parently in the cellar Of the house, no
opening in it anywhere and my bag
with MI my tools in it up there ON the
chair by the bureau and me down
there with nothing, not blessed thing,
to work with But while there's life
there's hope, and / never should have
3 thought of such thing as giving up if
could have had a chance. But didn' t.
hadn't been in the box two minutes
before there was a slide pushed back ur
near the top on one side, and a man
looked in. 1t was the boss of the shanty.
And in five minutes the police were
there, and then i found they had door
in this box big enough to get a man out
of.
81 have seen other traps as elaborate,
but none more costly. He had to cut
his carpet, to begin with, around the
traps in this room. OF course that didn'
cost anything much, but it spoiled his
carpet, and then the cost of the traps
and the time contrivance, whatever il
was, that was attached to the main
trap that let me stand on it for min
ute or two before it dropped, and ther
the shoot and the box and the whole
business couldn't have cost a cent less
than $400 or $500. 1t cost me foul
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