The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1905-05-13

demonstration of how this thing oper
ates. 1t is now eleven o'clock. IT
another hour there will be nobody or
the street to speak to, and then II
show you how easily can descend te
the sidewalk. Get my largest griI
and fill it with silverware and valua
bles, just as we should if the house
was afre."
In half an hour Mrs. Dimple had
the valise packed, and it was placed
in the pouch. AS the clock struck
twelve, Dimple got into the pouch
himself, and said: "Now, my dear,
give me shove"
And with a doleful creaking OF
pulleys, the huge bag was swung
through an open window, and began
to descend in the outer darkness.
Mrs. Dimple leaned out of the win
dow and watched with straining eyes,
trembling lest an accident should pre-
cipitate her husband to the pavement
seven stories below.
Halfway down, the pouch contain
ing the inventor and the valise sud
denly stopped, and refused to go
farther. He pulled on the cord in
vain. Finally, he shouted to his
wife: Harriet, the rope has slipped
off the pulley. See if you can't
fix it."
He was hanging directly in front
of a window, which was suddenly
thrown open, and voice yelled :
"Helpl Murder Thieves ! Police p
Dimple's hair began to rise. He
jerked the cord f.antically. A dozen
windows went up and as many heads
appeared. Burglars - some one
screamed. "Shoot 'em ! Kill 'em !'
Bang Bangl A bullet ripped
through the leather bag within a
quarter of an inch of Dimple's stom-
ach. He gasped and shivered. Far
above he heard his wife's shrieking
wildly. With a despairing effort he
threw his whole weight upon the cord,
and-thank Heaven !-he was NOV
ing again. The bag began to go
down-not smoothly now, but with
awful drops and jerks and wobblings,
tilting first to one side and then to
the other, compelling Dimple to cling
to the ropes for his life. But it kept
on descending until it reached the
tagging, and its terrified occupant
felt great sense of relief as it landed
upon the ground.
But the feeling of security was
short lived. A hand that seemed to
his excited fancy to be as big as a
door-mat seized him by the collar and
yanked him out of the pouch. He
saw a glittering star and brass but
tons, and heard voice exclaim
"Aha I've got ye now, ye thief !
Be aisy, or, it's rappin' ye over the
head I'll be. Come on, Rafferty,.
I've got him, bad cess to the likes av
him Here's gripfull of swag too.
Mad with horror at the thought of
being arrested for burglar, Dimple
broke away from the officer and start
ed to run but before he had exc
cuted half dozen bounds he landed
plump into coal-hole, which had
been left uncovered through the crimi-
nal carelessness Of the janitor, and
disappeared like fash from the face
of the earth.
The next half-hour was employed
in rescuing the hapless Dimple from
the coal cellar. When he came to
the surface he was sight to behold,
bruised, begrimed and woefully dis
heveled. He was conscious of being
in the midst of crowd of excited
people, of seeing his wife and hear
ing her frantic explanations to the
police. Then everybody faded away
except Mrs. Dimple and the janitor,
who assisted him tenderly to the ele-
vator.
Though limp and breathless, he
asserted himself sufficiently to say to
the janitor "See here; you may
take that dad-gummed fire-escape and
chop it up for kindling wood There
is no use trying to introduce any new
ideas in a house where there is fool
woman"