The Nevada County picayune., 1906-08-10
BURGLAR IN BOHEMIA

nOOr-d0uDle StuuloS III Iho Ai"As at the back, single studios in between. The middle studios had skylights ana no windows. In the first was tne Spaniard. In the second was the ouf- glaf.
 At least that was what they called bim-the burglar. Nobody knew who he was or where he came from, so tne other tenants concluded that that was what he was.
 He had had the studio for months. A few had had peeps into 1t when IL was being cleaned, for he was rather neat burglar and insisted upon cleanliness. They were astonished at the luxury of it. at the hangings, the tapestries-there were even tapestries. It was astonishing to see burglar with so much taste. "He must have about $4O0 worth of stuff in there." whispered the span iard in awe, his studio being very plain.
 He stole 1t, I reckon" said the artist who occupied the studio ln the back. We might decorate ours in the same way if we would, he added, with some moroseness.
 It seemed rather interesting, having a burglar under the same roof The woman artist in the front studio lls- tened eagerly to tales of this mysterf- ous person told in whispers in the tWi- light or the candlelight and hid her l diamonds in a different place every night. She double locked her doors and felt her hair rise slowly at each l footstep. It was lovely, she told her 1 friends
 "I have never seen him" said the i Spaniard, "but I hear him come in every night at about three in the morning"
 Sure enough, several nights at about 1 that hour the woman was wakened by the stealthy tread of cautious feet
 "The burglar!" she whispered.
 q have never seen him." said the artist in the back room, 'but have heard him cough. He sleeps all day, 1 think. He never goes ost until after 0srk."
 Of course you couldn't expect any thing else of real burglar. Yet It seemed strange that he should care iessly give away his whereabouts by . cough Still. the woman artist con- cluded that, climbing over tin roofs and up and down frs escapes. bur. slar was as liable to colds as any. body, and let 1t go at that.
 And then one night after four weeks or so of living under the same roof she came upon him. l It happened in this wise. She was often invited out to little parties where they whooped it up and stayed until all hours. She had dressed her self in her prettiest and gone to one of these. It was nearly three a. m. when she got home.
 It was always too late for anybody to gaze upon her when she came home in a cab she reflected moOdily as her escort ceremoniously 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 soul to stand admiringiy 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 an other night latchkey insert itself in the front door.
 The burglar" she panted. hand to heart
 She fell on the top step, picked her self 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.
 He is our own special burglar" she thought to herself. Maybe he won't rob woman who lives on the same floor with him"
 Nevertheless she clasped her hand to her only sunburst, and was very glad that her gloves were on. so he couldn't see her rings.
 The last flight of stairs! The foot steps following, following! Coming nearer and 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 1t.
 She forgot to open 1t, looking back over her shoulder. She stood perfect. ly 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 bur. glars studio. He flashed broad ex. panse of shirt front for a moment then entered.
 "That burglar of yours she told the others disgustedly when morning had come, "is no burglar at all. He's only society man."-N. Y. Sun.