Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-08

caught" replied the householder in tones
Of suppressed emotion: that happens to
be my son..
The lieutenant asserts that this partic
ular man believes to this day that a real
burglar got away.
X X
One Of the saddest cases on record oc-
CURED while Lieut. Sprinkle was doing
duty in the second precinct. The lieuten-
ant is a mild-mannered. soft-spoken, at
fable man who disl.kes argument above
all other things. and is firm believer in
universal courtesy.
One night he was called out by man
who asserted that some miscreant was
hiding behind an ash can in his back
yard, and only wanted proptious mo-
ment to slay the family. The lieutenant
rather doubted the genuineness Of the
marauder from the first, but he visited
the house, nevertheless. Arriving there.
the reserves found the householder SIT
ting in his bedroom window. overiooklhs
the back yard.
From this point of vantage ne SAID ne
could see the top of the burglars hat he
kindly offered to direct the maneuvers OF
Five intrepid policemen firmly marched
to within ten feet of the darkened cor
ner where the ash can STOOD there "
the calm night air. They ordered the
nocturnal visitor to come forth IKE q
man from behind the sheltering can
They pleaded with tears in their eyes Tor
an interview with him. They trled 10
point out the folly of antaSonlzlng the
notice. But save for their emotion-racked
voices all was silence-a nerve-puiilns,
agonizing silence. And all TINS llme the
householder sat on window ledge ana
dangled his bare legs over the side, ana
= alxyt, nd cement
assembled multitude gathered below
Suddenly there was a movement on the
part of the ash can. 1t seemed 10 De
animated with sudden desire to jump
the fence The top of the can moved
uncertainty and spasmodically as though
the receptacle were afflicted with loco
motor ataxia The lieutenant rushed to
the darkest corner and peered down be-
hind the ash can-into vast and achlnS
void Nobody was there.
A faint grunt startled him and the top
of the can moved again. The lieuten-
ant raised the cover and there beheld an
ashy, dirty poodle whose long incarcera-
tioa had caused him TO resemble dis
carded and hedragged window mop
"Hooray!' cried the lieutenant, trlIm-
phanhy. I've got him.
The householder withdrew his legs from
the window and walked downstairs to
meet the lieutenant. carrying the feeby
struggling animal in his arms.
The householder assumed panied.
shocked expression and took the little ca
nine from the policeman.
so this is what you say | watched FOR
three hours" he said sadly: you really
think that / mistook my own dog trying
to climb out of my ash can for bur
glar. / am surprised
::
One night Capt. Doyle was podding
through the intricacies of Blackstone 5
Commentaries up at the eighth precinct
when female voice. harassed and in
aclined to tears. caused the desk sergeant
to hop wildly about the floor for five min
utes and Shrek for patrol wagon. The
woman had told the desk sergeant that q
burglar had robbed the house and was
now prowling around in the parlor The
woman went OH to say that he walked like
a murderer and that she had gotten
hoarse repeating her Now | lay me-"
every time the marauder moved
Capt. Doyle threw the eminent legal
guide he had been reading at the precinct
station mascot and climbed hastily into