Alaska sentinel., 1908-03-05
The Burglary in
 Lark Spur Lane

tached villas, was deserted ana Silent. The postman had left the last post at "Moneta" and "Delphinium," and trudged wearily away. "A policeman had strayed down the road short dis tance. and had thrown his lantern neg llgently on the oak fencing, and then he. too, had turned back to the main road and Eliza, the cook, at "Falevian Villa" who awaited him.
 Nothing broke the calm of Larkspur Lane, for the figure that entered 1t from the lighted street neglected the pavement and came forward in silence on the soft, badly paved road. There was no hesitation In his movements: 1: apparently his actions were part of premeditated plan. He glanced up and down the little cul-de-sac, and then threw his leg over the oak fencing and dropped on the other side Here he paused listening, but no sound came from "Moneta" to disturb him. Who ever the intruder might be, he evidently knew his ground, and had studied his plan of campaign with assiduity. He crossed the little square of turf and jumped lightly across the gravel path, where the scrunch of the stones would have betrayed him. Any one casually approaching the shed in the dark could not have noticed the path in the deep shadow of the trees. Silently he open ed the door, disappearing one moment into the darkness, then emerged car rying a short ladder. The Incredible noiselessness of his movements would have astounded a watcher. He walked up to the house and planted the ladder against a window. Again he paused to listen, and then ran lightly up It. The window was open, and he swung him self into the house. Swiftly he sped upstairs The house had evidently no more secrets than the garden had held for him. On the next landing he stopped a moment outside a door. his ear to the jamb, then he opened 1t, closed It after him, and walked straight over to a chest that stood beneath the dress ing table. From the pocket of his long coat he produced a steel chisel, the chest emitted one sharp. startling crack before the lid flew open.
 The intruder glanced hastily to the door before he plunged his hand amid the contents of the box. Papers. letters be cast upon the floor, then held a large bundle up in the moonlight and looked at It carefully. Apparently he was satisfied with his scrutiny. for he dropped the packet into his pocket. He rose from his knee, and indiscriminate- ly swept brooches, bangles, little gold watch. a necklace, and a ring O so into bag.
 The thief looked round the room with smile, and then opening the door, made his way downstairs. But the re- turn journey was fated to be nolsier than his advent AS be passed the bath room he jabbed his foot with a crash against can.
 "Lawks! Who's there?" cried a voice from within.
 The man did not answer, but sped on with a laugh.
 Whoever had heard him crash into the can evidently heard his laugh as well, and did not recognize 1t, for he heard the bathroom window hastily thrown up. He flung his handkerchief over the lower part of his face as he climbed out to his ladder.
 Murder" shrleked the servant girl from the bathroom. "Fire"
 The still laughing burglar slid to the ground, but not before there came a mans voice from the garden.
 "What Is itf he called, coming rap idly nearer. What is 1t, Mary7 Where are youf"
 "The bathroom, sir," came the muf- lied reply. as decency oyercams incli- nation
 The man In the garden watched a mals form pass the window he had AH~S orltfoA uA acolaA tho VHsIlnUu