Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-08-05
A BURGLARS MISHAP.
FentrfIoquist Terrified His Visitor
and Saved His NRfuabies.

From the Chicago Tribune.
The burglar who had served short term
In the Bridewell for being caught while try
ing to leave house he had entered with
out the authority of the owners was en-
gagged in the practice of his profession
again.
They don't catch me in no self-actin'
cage this time" he said to himself, as he
raised a rear window of the house he had
selected for the scene of his operations and
cautiously insinuated his head through the
opening.
Il don't see no cards tellin' me it's all
right. and not to make a noise, and will
please shut the pantry window SOS the
things won't freeze. 1 guess it's all
straight"
With a whispered caution to his confed-
crate, who was to remain on guard outside
ne cra"ied no:seiessly in: stood a few mo-
ments to listen. and then proceeded to
penetrate further into the interior
Finding only a few things worth stea, ,,g
on the lower floor, he started up the stair
way.
One of the steps creaked and he stopped
instantly.
Not the slightest sound came from the
rooms above, however, and. after WAITING;
reasonable time. he moved forward and
inward with great caution.
Entering what seemed to be the main
upper room he glanced about him.
eSufflcient light came in from the street
fanp across the way to enable him to see
Z bed in one corner occupied by q man
Whose deep and regular brea thing furnish
ed sufficient evidence that he was sound
asleep.
The mans clothing was hanging at the
foot OF the bed.
The burglar moved in that direction.
instantly he heard a loud vhie0er:
Don't do that! You'll wake him.
Annoyed and alarmed at what he con-
ceiEei To he 4 who'll" Unauthorized and
hunC.ing attempt on the rart of his CON
fe1erate to take a hand in the fine work
or the job instead Of remaining at his post
OF duty outside. he turned his head and
moved back STEP or two
So came the WHISPER again. Iouder
than before.
The burglar glanced at the s'eeoer. who
had not stirred. ana then moved toward
the door with the intention of administer
Ing voiceless rebuke to his reckless con-
federate.
You blamed fool" whispered the voice
again. You haven't got sense enough to
rob a sand5aTk. Let me do thisr'
The burglar peered into the gloom of the
upper hallway.
Not seeing his pal. he stepped out
through the door.
Stop exclaimed loud determined
voice. IF you move another inch in this
direction I'll nut a bullet through your'
He jumped back and darted in the direc-
tion OF the 'front.' window.
HI therer' spoke another voice ..Don,t
so that way. either, Can't you see you're
running right into a gum
Trembling in every limb he stood near
the center of the room, uncertain what to
do.
He rut his hand to his hin pocket.
IF you make another motion with that
hand exclaimed a voice from somewhere
in the darkness TN shoot, I've got the
drop on your'
He stole another glance at the sleeper
The man had not stirred.
The burglar felt a cold sweat breaking
out all over him
Then. as the savage yell of q fierce dog.
apparently under the bed. came startlingly
TO his ear he jumped with a yell of terror
10 the side window, five or six feet away,
plunged through it, carrying the SASH with
him. and rolled down the kitchen roof into
a deep snowbank, from which he emerged
second later and fed like a deer, follow
ed by his bewildered confederate.
He had make the horrible blunder of try
ing TO rob professional yeptri,oqust-who
happened to be awake.