The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-04-27

By Display Nerve and Fact That the Hat in Question Was
Perfect Fit the Burglar Walked Off With Booty While
Policeman Arrested Head of the House

new at the graft. Come now, go oay-oay
like nice little man"
Il suppose I've got to go along, too,
said the burglar, buttonlng up ms oVs ~,
coat and pulling his gloves out o. MS
Eyes, sir, it will be necessary for you TO
lodge a complaint against him. It's only
"All right I'll be right along. want
TO run upstairs and see If my mother
is awake She might be alarmed If she
heard talking.
By this time Henry's intellectuals were
too befogged to realize the admirable
nerve of the burglar in thus mounting the
inst to make his position more secure
IAN right" said the policeman. She
might take it hard If she's a bit nervous
III be outside. You keep this mouse TOO
1T is warm said the burglar. mounts noun +
and needs a higher temperature than IS
Henry and the policeman STEPPED out
of doors together. The latter had a tight
grip on Henry's arm for. he fancied that ma;
and he wanted to be prepared for a sud
den attempt at escape.
Out on the street the pair waited one
policeman said. IT guess his mother was
The douche of night air had aroused ar
Henry's faculties. Whose mother!,, SAID
.;Eis nibs inside. wish he'd hurry up"
II tell you that, I live in this house
with my mother
The policeman, who was one Of those
men who when they get on the wrong
track. refuse to recosnize it. tat-bodied
and fat-headed,, the officer saw but one
explanation of the occurrence inside and
that he had the wrong man never oc.
CURED to him for a moment In spite OF
Henry's hints.
the way a kid would talk. Do You mean
to tell me that when caught you with
the stuff at your feet and the other tel
the master of the house. Anyone could
see he is a gent. but you're a lobster. :"
We'll. why doesn't he come out then?
tell you he's escaping.
ooh, you love to talk. guess his
mother has the Mysteries and he's soothin'
her. Butt we'll go in and tell him to git
move on This wind cuts like ,,; knlfa
grip the policeman re-entered the house
and the later called upstairs in hoarse
whisper, II say. git a move on, up
< frightened soprano voice called out,
"It,s I, Henry" said Mr.. corbould:
thought. but it won't CO." said the police
man .,,ooon
There was considerable agitation in the
voice and the next instant the bedroom
was flooded with light and an elderly Wo-
man stepped to the door in her night
robe. She gave g. little scream when SHE
saw the policeman and stepped hurriedly
behind the crack in the door.
whats the matter my son? Are you
hurt?" said the crack.
The big policemans dull face was a
study.
ing the crack as one addresses a tele-
phone that is with an unseeing start In
his ewes.
'sWhy. of course it's my Henry" ans
wered the crack. "On: my boy, what
have YOU been doing?"
What may have been her suspicious will
never be known for the next instant the
ponceman released Henry. and ran down
stairs like a behenoth. Then he darted
into the study and the fall of his feet
shook the house. One glance showed him
that the suit case was gone.
He went into the dining room. The
window leading to the little balcony was
open.
Tho BURGLAR at that moment was step
ming on the last theatre train on the
Pennsylvania road with a suit case full
of very valuable articles.
He removed his coat and then he placed
Henrys high hat on the rack and settled
com fora tblv irto the seat.
That's wher a, sller came in handy.
I'd give five dollars to be on hand when
that old pudding-head tumbles to the fact
that the old lady doesn't belong to me. >