Arizona republican., 1904-01-06

taken to sleep walking. Seat, Get out! Whats the natter"
 Burglars. siri" missed the valet.
 MT. Pratt slid out of bed. The valet. his domestic instincts reassertine, themselves. automatically caught up bath robe and draped it over the bankers shoulders. Where are they?" whispered MT. Pratt.
 "S-s-s-st," murmured the valet. "On the roof, sir! Quite number of them, sir! They're about to come down through the scuttle sir"
 MT Pratt pondered. We might telephone to the police. sir" suggested the valet. The two slipped out to the telephone and called 31OO Spring. It wasn't nec- essary to turn up a light to find the number in the telephone beck The valet knew it. He'd been dreaming of calling up that numter for months. All right Just as quick as We can get them there." answered the ser geant at police headquarters.
 MT. Pratt and valet softly slid into chairs and waited. They listened. i They strained their ears listening. There were no sounds on the roof.
 - fear you spoke too loud into the telephone. sir said the valet-sleutn, almost reprovingly. Mir. Pratt, quite hypaOtized to the genius of his servant nodded meekly
 Soon there came a great chatter up the street from Sixth avenue The banker and the valet tripped airily down the stairs and opened the front door to the night air. A big wagon with side lights was in front of the door. Six great policemen tumDled out to the curb and came callumpthing up the steps,
 Where are they? Have you got 'em?" asked policeman Lynch, the leader of the squad. breathlessly. . Headquarters said that this house was full of burglars, and told US to get owe. here on the jump. Where are they? Have you got 'cm?'
 MT. Pratt deferred to his private detective.
 "s-s-s-s-st! They're on the roof" said the valet.
 The six men in blue pIodded up the stairs. Whiteclad figures wiJht scared faces appeared at the bed room doors. The valet pointed to the scuttIc steps.
 'S-s-s-st," he said. Up there" Lynch lifted the scuttle slowly. grad Ually peepi1 through the crack as it wid cued. He found an unbroken placid eXpanse of snow. There was never t footprint ;n sight There's nobody up here" he shout ed to the hushed group on the steps beneath him and in the Eall. There's never track on the snow even" "S-s-s-st!" said the valet almost
 
 gerous they are. Go easy"
 Out of the scuttlc creDt the six c!e- rhantiue forms. They marched and countermarched up and down the roofs until they walked everybody in that side of Forty eighth street into the belief that there was an army of bur glars on the roof. Then some i-.e,- . erent soul on the other side of the street who had walked. caught sight of the brass buttons and the gibing be- gan.
 1 It stopped with grsat su Idenness at the sound of great fall anc nuund ering in the snow. A dark shape was sprawling near the chimney of q house four doors from MT. Pratt's. There was rush of policemen and the fallen one was dragged. sputtering, to the light.
 "They've got him." ky-oodicd the valet from his post of gcuer2ishin l".t, the scuttlc.
 "They've got him," echoed seven Iookouts from the scuttles o' seven other houses.
 | They've got him. announced the voices of three watchers across the street.
 l They've got him." the news tray e.cde up and 'down the street in valy- ing tones and voices | When the victim was brought to the light there was d different chorus. It came from five or six policemen and sounded very like "Aw: he'll" ! The victim was 'he sixth policeman who had slipped or the lcof aui lost hry hat.
 S-,plemnly, one by ouc. .n the infinite disgust of six men walked out of peace ful snoozing for worse than nothing, the six men filed down stairs and back ! to their wagon.
 The lights were turned out again. i The house slumbered. Down Forty eighth street rmnbled a heavy wagon. i Behind it trailed cloud of blue smoke | It was made by Banker Pratt's cigars. But some of it seemed to smell of sul- phur-NeW York Sun.