The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-03-20
Capturing
A Burglar
BY Harriet Lammie Smith.
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a Copyright, 1907, by Mary Mekeon.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
BY Harriet Lammie Smith.

Nnd famed himself With his hat.
Through the open door came the sound
nf feminine voices, animated and eager.
The young mans eyes scanned Tie
landscape With something Of Wistful
ness in their depths He had noticed
one or two pretty girls in the throng
of older women Who We're engineering
the church supper, but apparently they
were all too busy fer conversational
advances. He reflected with a sense
of injury that his visit WAS opening
tamely.
chester" 1t WIS his aunt $ brisk
voice, and Scott rose with alacrity. En-
crgetic AUNT Anne liked to see people
busy. In her summons he read prom
lse Of occupation and welcomed il re.
gardless of lis nature Nor WAS he
destined To be disappointed
This Is my nephew, MIR. Scott" said
Aunt Anne. addressing n group of la
dies, who acknowledged the introduc-
ton by collective smile and he'll
he delighted to do any little errands
for us" she added generously. Now,
Mrs. Anderson tell him about your
spoons
Mrs. Anderson bcamed gratefully on
the young man. I'm sure It's awfully
kind of YOU, Mr.. Scott. You see, we're
short of spoons. and want To send you
for mine. Do you know Fayette street?
Yes, II crosses Main al right angles.
and my house Is yellow cottage on
The right, with woodbine over the
porch You'll find the key under the
mat Go straight through the hall into
the dining room and the spoons are
In The left hand drawer of the side
board It's just lovely OF you to help
MS out Mr.. Scott"
Tie ether ladies murmurcd assent,
md one or two of the younger flashed
0ppreciatiye Chances In Ills direction.
SCOTS spirits rose He promised Il
speedy return and started on his err
rand, rejecting as he went on the re-
frcslling confidence of IL community
which left lis keys under the door
mats and permitted strangers To have
recess TO its homes
He had no difficulty in finding the
yellow cetiagc, and the key WAS in its
place. He made his way through the
silent hall into the dining room and
here he encountered his first check.
The spoons were not in the drawers
of the sideboard. In fact, they We're
not IN the sidehoard AT ALL though he
ransacked ii thoroughly 10 make sure.
Opening The closet door, he WAS re.
wardcd 10y the sight of II well stocked
silver chest, and he possessed himself
of the SPOONS. promising himself n
laugh mt the expense Of the owner OF
the silver. whose memory was So I'M
reliable
Hold up your hands,
The request came In tones whose
determination could not he mistaken,
and Scott spun ON his heel 10 find him
self facing revolver Back of the
revolver was girl She was a rather
tall girl with very white checks ami
absurdly long lnshes. She wore Il gar
den hat. beneath which little tcndril
like curls festooned themselves about
her forehead. Under other eircnm
stances Scott would have voted her
charming
Hold UP your hands, said the girl
again. and Scott obeycd, rejecting that
ii was better to humor her first and
explain afterward. The spoons in his
pocket seemed TO weigh n ton. He
felt hot and Ridiculous
az L..
The girl interrupted him. II have
no mother. Your excuses will only
make n bad matter worse =
Scott bit his Hip Absurd as the sit
uatlon was, IT had II serious side. lie
spoke with rs much dignity rs was
consistent with standing before Il beau
tlful girl with his hands ON n level
with his ears Il was requested TO
come here by the lady of the house"
he insisted.
"Ol, indeed Then perhaps you will
tell me her name"
Scott racked his brain. In the dis
traction of that general introduction
Mrs. Andcrson's name had failed ID
imprint itself on his memory.
Il don't know her hame," he ae-
Inowlcdecd but she Is dark haired
woman. about forty-iiye, | should say,
with Il good deal of color. He would
have gone further with his descrIp-
ton. but the young woman checked
him by gesture not TO be misunder-
stood
Il prefer t. know IL more Of your