The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1902-01-16
STOLE HIS
WARDROBE
Midnight ProwIer
Visits Charles
Bon.
A MOSQUITO NET
PREVENTS CAPTURE
Fear Of Being Shot Halls Thief
But There Was No
Revolver.

Charles Bon, a clerk in the bank Of
Bishop & Co., imagined himself in the
role of Ajax defying the lightning
shortly after midnight yesterday morn
ing, when he discovered a bold, bad
burglar in the act Of leaving his room
in the house of Mr.. Jacobson, on Pen
sacola street. The mosquito netting
covering the bank clerks head, and
the lack of revolver, combined to de-
| feat Mr. Bon in his attempt to capture
the thief, who had the temerity to
! take away the bank clerks coat, pants,
a pair of suspenders, various articles
| of neither wear, a brand new pair of
shoes, a gold watch and 81 in cash.
| Mr. Bon was chagrined that the burg
lar failed to take away a very fine belt
which lay in plain sight. He trusts
that the man who hypothetical his
house and take the belt, as it was a
part of the suit he wore.
Mr.. Bon occupies a room with two
doors, one of them a lattice door open
ing out upon the front lanai. He was
awakened by a movement of a chair
in the room, and upon opening his eyes
saw, by the dim gleam of a night lamp
on a table, the retreating form of
man in the act of leaving the room
by the lattice door. Time was short,
and with a leap and a shout Mr.. Bon
attempted to jump into the middle of
the room. The mosquito netting was
nicely tucked in, and the bank clerk
became entangled in it. The net came
down, and for a few seconds Mr.. Bon
struggled to free himself from its folds.
He shouted to the burglar to stop
where he was or he would shoot
stop where you are, thief, or I will
fill you with leaden pelletsi' was Mr.
Bon's demand. What surprised Mr.
Bon was that the thief actually did
stop, and looked around to see what
kind of gun was levelled at him.
What he saw was a pajama-clad man
Just emerging from a snowy mass of
mosquito netting. and no revolver in
sight. The burglar gave utterance to :
a grunt, and without dropping the bun |
bic, as Mr.. Bon expected and hoped he !
would do, he trfpped lightly down the
steps and passed quickly out of the !;
yard by the front gate. When the as |
-onished bank clerk made an inventory !
he found the suit he had worn that |
evening had disappeared, with the ex- !
ception of the belt.
II had a splendid view OF the fellows
back, but I don't think I can identify |
aim by that" said Mr.. Bon yesterday
% a reporter. she was not a large |
nan, and may have been a Porto Ri
AN, but I can't say as to that. 1 am
sorry that he did not take that belt
llong, as it properly belongs to the
uit he so generously awaited himself i
#. I was about to send this adver-
isement to the Advertiser, as the belt
My goes with that one suit:
the gentleman who
saw another gentleman In a front
room of residence on Pensacola
street, at midnight, January Is, please
call again. as he forgot the belt
which belongs to the suit that he
removed, and pay for this advertise
ment.
Il am under the impression that the
DOR which l found open was securely :
cked. All the man had to do was TO I
lsert his fingers through the lattice
DIRK and release the latch. He must
ave entered while an electric car was =
ming down the street, as that would 7
axe noise enough to drown out all
her sounds. In leaving the room he
identity struck a chair, and that
woke me. I did not have a revolver
hen [ called out to him to stop, but
he would drop the bundle I -
scalculated the strength of the string
lich held up the mosquito netting. as
came down in a heap about me- and A
at gave the burglar chance to get
-ay."