The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-04-15
A BURGLAR IN BOHEMIA.
Explanation OF the Man in the Studio Next
to the Spaniard.

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double studios in the front and at the back,
single studios in between. The middle
studios had skylights and no windows. In
the first was the Spaniard. In the second
was the burglar.
At least that was what they called him
the burglar. Nobody knew who he was or
where he came from, so the other tenants
concluded that that was what he was,
He had had the studio for months. A
few had had peeps into 1t when it was being
cleaned, for he was rather a neat burglar
and insisted upon cleanliness. They were
astonished at the luxury Of it, at the hang
ings, the tapestries-there were even tapes
tries. It was astonishing to see a burglar
with 80 much taste.
'He must nave about $500 worth Of stuff
In there" whispered the Spaniard In awe,
his studio being very plain.
HE stole it, / reckon" said the artist
who occupied the studio in the back. @We
might decorate ours in the same way II we
would. he added, with some m~oroseness.
1t seemed rather interesting, having a
burglar under the same roof. The woman
artist In the front studio listened eagerly
to tales Of this mysterious person told in
whispers In the twilight or the candlelight
and hid her diamonds in a different place
every night. She double looked her doors
and felt her hair rise slowly at each foot
step. 1t was lovely, she told her friends.
Il have never seen him, " said the Span
lard, "but / hear him come In every night
at about 8 in the morning.
Sure enough, several nights at about
that hour the woman was Weakened by the
stealthy tread Of cautious feet.
"The burglar" she whispered.
Il have never seen him. said the artist
IN the back ROOM, but l have heard him
cough. He sleeps all day, I think. He
never goes out until after dark
OF course you couldn't expect anything
strange that he should carelessly give
away his whereabouts by a cough. Still.
the woman artist concluded that, climbing
over tin roofs and up and down fire escapes,
q burglar was as liable to colds as any
body, and let it 60 at that.
And then one night after o u weeks or
so of living under the same roof che came
upon him
1t happened in this wise. She was often
invited out to little parties where they
She had dressed herself in her prettiest
and gone to one of these. 1t was nearly s
A. NJ, when she got home.
1t was always too late for anybody to
gaze upon her when she came home in q
cab, she reflected modify as her escort
tremendously helped her out. Never In
her society existence in New York when
she had been brought home in cab or devil
wagon had there been a soul to stand
admiringly to see her alight.
She let herself in at the front door and
began to ascend the half dark stairway.
She had climbed up to the second landing
when she heard another night latohkey
insert itself in the front door.
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She fell on the top step, picked herself
up and hurried along the hall all in her
white dress and slippers.
Footsteps sounded back of her, stealthy
footsteps that she seemed to know.
Tho burglar" she painted again, and
put both hands to her heart, but she had
TO congratulate herself that he must have
seen her get out of the cab.
How she crawled up the second flight and
along the hall to the third she never knew
The stealthy, creeping footsteps that she
He is our own special burglar" she
thought to herself. Maybe he won't rot
a woman who lives on the same floor with
him."
Nevertheless she clasped her hand tc
her only sunburst, and was very glad thai
her gloves were on, so he couldn't see heI
rings.
The last fight Of stairs! The footsteps
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nearer and nearer!
The last hall!
She took to running along this hall. She
inserted the key in her door and looked
wildly back over her shoulder as she was
about to open it.
She forgot to open it, looking back over
her shoulder. She stood perfectly still
her hand on the key, for there. coming
quietly up the last stairs and advancing
into the last hall was a man in evening
dress who wore white gloves.
With a small white gloved hand he fitted
the key in the door to the burglars studio.
He flashed a broad eSpanse Of shirt front
for a moment, then entered.
That burglar of yours" she told the
others disgustedly when morning had come,
SIS no burglar at all. He's only a society
man"