The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-03-27
LOST HIS NERVE.
veracious Tale Told by Loquacious
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 Don't tell me there ain't nothin' new in burglar alarms. cause l know bet ter,'' said the loquacious cracksman. Tt was somethin new in that line that put Bill to the bad. Didn't hear about 1t? Oh, he's clean gone-lost his nerve. He won't never be able to rob even doll house any more. know, cause I was there. You see, Bill an me had it framed up to do likely lookin place, but there was but one window we could use. All the rest was barred good an plenty, but this here one was most invitin.' It didn't have no bars an it was easy reached.
 Well it all came out at the trial, but at the time we didn't know how it was fixed. We'd been give to under stand that there wasn't no burfilar alarm, but we wasn't sure, an bell ringin' or a gong soundin' Wouldnt have done nothin' but start us on quick sneak, but we wasn't prepared for no photogra ph-no, sir.-An' we didn't get the rights of it till the trial. made my getaway, but Bill was caught, he bein knocked clean silly in the deal, an when he was tried it come out that they had the lever of phono- graph fixed to the window an the photograph loaded fer guys like us.
 But I'm tellin' you how it happened that night. Bill broke the fastenin, easy an pushed up the window. There was sort of buzzin' that made us stop for minute, but it didn't sound like TlnlynH head inside.
 Thief thief! thief!' some one cries in his ear.
 You're a liar! yelIs Bill, jumpin' back an pullin' the window down. I'm tryin' to be one, he says, but l ain't one yet--not this time
 We looked fer some lights to come in the windows, but none come. That looked funny an Bill begin to look doubtful
 Some bloomin' guy called me a thief.' he says.
 It sounded that way says l, but maybe we was nervous
 ain't never been nervous before,' says Bill, barring the first time, but there ain't no one there now.
 ' Try again. says I.
 we waited a bit an then put a flash of light on the window, but there wasn't no one there. an there wasn't no sign of any one bein disturbed any where. So back we goes. Bill puts the window up again an pokes his head in an the 'Robber!' says the voice. Oh, I heard it plain myself that time. Rob- ber!' it says. You're a robber an a thief! Turn from your wicked ways
 If I could see you says Bill, gettin' mad, I'd break your ugly head
 By that time Bill is thinkin only of whackin the fellow once an maxim a run better look, an he gets the voice right plumb on his ear. t
 'Reform!' it says. Reform! reform! reform, you grave-robber!' A ghost!' yells Bill, an he gives a jump that throws him over on his back. Meanwhile, I'm makin' a run that would do for a college sprinter. an when I slack up I see two bulls closin' in on Bill, an it's all off. His yell had called em' an they had him before he gets up.
 ! Yes, sir, Bill lost his nerve. Why, he was mumblin' like an old woman when they got him to the station, an he was afraid to be left alone in cell. There won't nothin' bother you here says the lock-up man. That's what thought in the other place, says Bill.
 "'If hear you yell,' says the lookup man, I'll come to you.'
 If yo uhear me yell,' says Bill, you keep fer it, so he pokes his head to one side fer away an send me a priest. There ain't no other man can rassle with what was callin' me names in the other place.
 "He found out what it was at the trial but it ain't no use-his nerves | gone.-Brooklyn Eagle.