Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1907-07-19
the GEN TLEmA
bUReL AR
Rallies Proved to Be No Match
for Georgie.

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for 0eorgie.
Il see" said the Burlesque Queen,
that they have caught another gen.
tleman burglar"
Gentleman burglars" replied the
ward man, as rule do not exist, for
this reason; gentleman would not
be q thief, and man possessed Of the
qualities that go to make successful
oracksman couldn't be gentleman;
but since Bellew played Rafies, every
time they land fellow who wears a
clean collar and cleans his teeth and
nails they announce Another Society
Burglar. The last real gentleman
crack know Of was the one that
George Lindsay got some years ago.
When George was playing In the
Casino she created quite sensation
with her flaming red head, enormous
eyes, little hands and feet and the
kings ransom Of jewels which she
habitually wore, plastered all over her
SO that she looked like a jewelers.
showcase. Everybody knew her and
knew her sparks, and it was sure
bet that sooner or later she would be
robbed.
"She lived in a little bijou house in
Bensonhurst. One summer night she
woke up and heard some ON scuffiing
around the room. She spoke and the
intruder came up to her bed. and,
burning his lantern (the thiefs cleo.
trio light wasn't invented then) on
her, told her to shut up or he'd blow
her roof of Georgie-Porsie was as
cool as the Ice Trust. I won't move
says she. Go ahead and get what
you want The fellow looked at her
pretty sharply. made a threatening
gesture with his gun, and went to
work looking for the sparks, while
Georgia lay in bed. the covers drawn
up to her nose. and watched him with
big eyes. like naughty child who
has just been punished and put to
bed.
"He couldn't hnd them, and he
came back to her bedside. Here
said he, you get Up and give me those
diamonds and don't you make any
noise, or
So George stepped out OF bed In
her pajamas and crossed the room
Barefoot, and dug up the sparks from
under a lot Of skirts and frippery, and
handed them over. Now. a good
craftsman, having the stuff, would
have beat it; but George orgie had
sized him for an amateur, and SO May
] hight cigarette, Mr.. Burglar2' says
she, with an adorable lisp. Thank
YOU. Have one yourselfg And the
dub took one, and she began to talk
TO him. You know George could be
"a brother to a prince or fellow to a
lbeggar, and they had quite CONVEX
sation. She asked him why he was
In that business, if he wasn't afraid,
and all about it, and he got quite In
terested in her and began to tell her
the story Of his life and trylto justify
his mode of life to her, and George
Porgie sat on one foot and listened
and they got quite chummy.
Let me mix you cocktail, says
she, and she led the way into her din
ing-room and mixed one for him and
one for herself He had enough sense
to keep an eye on her and notalet her
from In front of him, and she, with
her baby face and lisp, kept her eyes
open to catch him offside. At last
some lingering remains OF sense whis-
pared to him 1t was time to go.
You must go? said she. i really
can't say am pleased to have met
you, but it has been most interest
Ing experience
Good evening. says the gentleman
burglar, a la Rallies, II am sorry that
] should appear In such light. and
can say am charmed TO have met
YOU
He was at the door then, and for
one minute he turned his back to her.
so nice of you to say so,' lisped
Georgie-P orgie, and quick as flash
she snatched Moorish dagger from
q panoply on the wall, and drove 1t
hard between his shoulders. Stimuli.
taneously she gave Him violent jolt
IN the back with her knee which drove
him through the door and slammed
the door and locked 1t. He gave
horrid hiccough and she heard him
thrashing round like a hen with its
head off, then bump-bump-bump, he
fell down the stairs and George threw
open the window and yelled, Fire!
Murder!' and so on.
lin a few minutes she heard the
clumpity-clump of cops boots as he ]
came running. The unfortunate Raj
fies was lying at the foot of the stairs.
Georges servants were afraid to go
down. SO George went herself and let
the policeman in. Poor Rallies lay
groaning with the knife sticking in his
back and. in q broken voice begged