The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1900-06-06
FUN WITH A BURGLAR.
Victim Feigned Being Asleep and the
Intruder Was Baffied.

The burglar who had served a short
term in the Bridewell for being caught
while trying to leave house he had
entered without the authority of the
owners was engaged in the practice of
his profession again.
"They don't catch me in no self-aet-
in cage this time" he said to him
self, as he raised rear window of the
house he had selected as the scene OF
his operations and cautiously insinu-
ated 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 l please shut the pantry window
SOS the things won't freeze. | guess
it's all straight"
With a whispered caution to his con-
federate, who was to remain on guard
outside he erawled noislessly in, stood
few moments to listen, and then pro-
eeeded to pentrate further into the in
terror.
Finding only a few things worth
stealing on the lower floor he started
up the stairway
One OF the steps creaked and he
stopped instantly,
Not the slightest sound came from
the rooms above. however, and, after
waiting a reasonable time, he moved
forward and upward with great eau
ton.
Entering what seemed to be the main
upper room he glanced about him
Sufficient light came in from the
streetlamp across the way to enable
him to see a bed in one corner oceu-
pied by a man whose deep and regular
breathing furnished 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 whisper:
Don't do that! You'll wake him!"
Annoyed and alarmed at what he
conceived to be a wholly unauthorized
and bungiing attempt on the part OF
his confederate to take a hand in the
fine work of the job instead of remain
ing at his post OF duty outside he turn
ed his head and moved back step or
two
ST" came the whisper again, loud
er than before
The burglar glanced at the sleeper,
who had not stirred and then moved
toward the door, with the intention OF
adm mastering a yoiceless rebuke to
his reckless confederate.
You blamed fool. whispered the
voice again. You haven't got sense
enough to rob a sandbank. Let me
do this"
The burglar peered into the gloom
of the upper hallway.
Not seeing his pal he stepped out
through the door
Stop" exclaimed a loud. determined
voice. IF you move another inch in
this direction I'll put bullet through
youl"
He jumped back and darted in the
direction of the front window.
Hi, there" spoke another voice.
Don't go that way. ether Can't
you see you're running right into a
gum"
Trembling in every limb he stood
near the centre of the room uncertain
what to do.
He put his hand to his hip pocket.
IF you make another motion with
that hand" exclaimed a voice from
somewhere in the darkness, I'll
shoot I've got the drop on you!"
He stole another glance at the sleep
er.
The man had not stirred
The burglar felt cold sweat break
ing out all over him.
Then, as the savage yell of fierce
dog, apparently under the bed, came
startlingly to his ear, he jumped with
yell of terror to the side window,
five or six feet away. plunged through
1t. carrying the sash with him, and
rolled down the kitchen roof into a
deep snowbank from which he emery
ed a second later and fed like deer,
followed by his bewildered confed-
crate.
He had made the horrible blunder
OF trying to rob a professional ven
triloquist-who happened to be awake.
Chicago Tribune