The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-03-08
BY E. J. RATH.

Have you found what you want?" asked MT. Wilson. "There isn't much in the house. I'm sorry to say"
 "Oh, I've got a few things,' said the burglar in a puzzled sort of way. He was not a bad looking young fellow, rather we'll dressed for a burglar, MT. Wilson thought.
 Aren't you afraid to burgle around this placer" continued MT. Wilson. Its considered dangerous town for bur glars.''
 The burglar laughed. "It is, hey?" he said. why, it's got the rep of being the easiest place around New York. But there ain't much to 1t, if this house is a sample. I guess I've got all that's worth taking here, so I'll be going
 Don't be in a hurry" said MT. Will son.
 T never go till I'm ready, mister, but I'm ready now" said the burglar, mak- ing step toward the door. You Just stay tight under the covers for five min utes. Understand"
 But I want to tell you about the bur glar we caught here," said MT. Will son.
 First I ever heard of It." said the burglar with a short laugh When was that?"
 Tonight" said MT. Wilson
 ''Who was hep asked the burglar, cu- riously.
 You" said MT. Wilson, smiling amia- bly,.
 "Again the burglar laughed. You're a joking sort of guy,' he said. Sorry I can't oblige you by staying"
 But you'll have to stay, my friend. You can't go." keep quiet, mister. That's all you've got to do.'
 But if you go out you'll likely as not get shot a few times,' said MT. Will son.
 What do you mean?" asked the bur glar roughly, approaching the bed again.
 Why, just this.'' said MT. Wilson. Our newly patented burglar alarm has been working ever since I woke up and saw you"
 'No funny business, now" said the man sharply What burglar alarm?"
 "It's a new kind that I helped to in- vent" said MT. Wilson, a note of pride in his voice. ''This burglar alarm doesn't ring in your house at all It rings in the other fellows houses. See this lit- tie switch heref MT. Wilson lifted the covers and disclosed a small contrivance fastened to the framework of the bed Well, when first saw you I turned that switch and it started to ring gongs in 20 different houses around here. When my friends woke up and looked at their indicators they saw that No. had drop ped. That's my number Then they got their revolvers and shotguns and dogs and came around to call. At least hope so. You might look and see.''
 The burglar sprang to widow and looked out into the moonlight. He drew back with an oath and ran to anothe CT window that overlooked the back Of the house. Then he swore again and fingered his pistol nervously.
 T thought 1t would work" said Mr. Wilson, happily.
 Look a-here." said the burglar men, acingly. It's up to you to get me out of this" He poked his revolver into Mir. Wilson's face.
 My dear man." said MT. Wilson. T couldn't get you out of 1t if I tried. There, they're ringing the doorb ell now"
 The burglar stood irresolute. eff I'd known you were working a game on me I'd affixed you,' he muttered
 "Of course you would" said Mr. Will son consolingly. "The beauty of this new alarm is that you never know anything about it. Now be a good burglar and put down that gun"
 For minute longer the man hest tated, and then the ringing of the door, bell was supplemented with pounding noises and shouts. That decided him. for he laid his pistol on the bed and backed off against the wall.
 You win," he said briefly.
 Thank you" said MT. Wilson, pick ing up the gun and slipping out of bed. "Now, if you'll kindly go first we'll an- swer the bell. Don't try to run for 1t, because they've got a bunch of dogs and you wouldn't have a chance"
 The burglar led the way into the hall and down the stairs and MT. Wilson followed closely with the revolver pointed at the middle of his captive's back.
 Turn up the light and open the door," he commanded.
 The burglar obeyed meekly, stepping back quickly as he undid the chain and turned the key Half dozen of Mir. Wilson's neighbors piled into the hall.
 Got him?" they cried.
 There he is gentlemen" said Mir. Wilson, making a courtly bow. Burg lar, these are my friends-Mr. Gates. MT. Fanshawe, MT. McIvor and others, to wh om I will present you more for mally later. I regret that I must ask them to search you for weapons"
 MT. Wilson's neighbors went at the task rather gingerly and clumsily, but produced only @ pocket knife. Then MT. Gates stepped to the door and called out:
 "All right, boys; come on in."
 Other members of the Greenlaw1 Golf club, including the radiant burg lar alarm inventor, MT. Jackson, dropped in, bearing pistols and shot guns and leading dogs
 This is a great night for Garden dale, gentlemen" said MT. Wilson, and congratulate you all. Now, if one of you will kindly teleph one to the club and tell the steward to have things ready, and the rest of you will enter tain my friend for few moments, I'll go up stairs and dress. Then we'll all go down to the club
 Ten minutes later a curious process sion walked through the quiet streets of the park, headed for the club house. The steward had lighted up when the party arrived, and he stood grinning at the door.
 MT. Fanshawe, MT. Gates and MT Jackson" said MT. Wilson, will you kindly take the candidate into the locker room and prepare him? We will await you in the cafe"
 The trio thus detailed disappeared down the hall with their prisoner, and their fellow members followed MT. Will son into the large room on the main floor At one end of 1t was large leather easy chair, raised upon a plat form and overhung with canopy of table cloths that was apparently of hasty construction.
 "Now, gentlemen" said MT. Wilson, "shall we adhere to the programme?"
 T say, to hand him over to the town police at once," declared little