The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-03-08

Gates stepped to the door and called
out:
"All right, boys; come on in
Other members of the Greenlawn golf
club, including the radiant burglar
alarm inventor, Mr.. Jackson, trooped in,
bearing pistols and shotguns and lead
ing dogs.
This is great night for Gardendale,
gentlemen said Mr.. Wilson, land ]
congratulate you all. Now, if one of
you will kindly telephone to the club
and tell the steward to have things
ready, and the rest of you will enter
tain my friends for few moments, I'll
go up stairs and dress. Then wen all
go down to the club"
Ten minutes later a curious procession
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.
"Mr. Fanshawe, Mr.. Gates and Mr..
Jackson said Mr.. Wilson, will you
kindly take the candidate into the lock-
err 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 Mr.. Will
son into the large room on the main
floor AT one end of it was a large
leather easy chair. raised upon a plat
form and overhung with canopy of
table cloths that was apparently of has
ty construction.
"Now, gentlemen" said Mr. Wilson,
''shaIl we adhere to the program"
'I say, to hand him over to the town
police at once" declared little Mr.
Tompkins nervously. Il don't like this 3"
TY1ff fbar MFs
'He isn't your burglar. He belongs to
WILSON,
Then said Mr.. Wilson. 81 dedicate
him to the club
A moment later strange figure. es-
corted by three solemn guards, entered
from the hall. The figure was dressed
in the garb of knight of the fifteenth
century. over his shoulders was thrown
kingly robe. His face, which was
that of a man who had carelessly dis
turbed Mr.. Wilson's sleep, wore an ex-
preston of pathetic dismay.
The burglar. walking as if in a dream,
was led to the raised platform and mo-
toned to sit Mr.. Jackson, who had
brought up in the rear with an armful
of clothes laid them upon a table in
front of the throne. and stepped back.
Burglar" said Mr.. Wilson, what is
your name?'
There was no answer from the occu-
pant of the royal seat, whose eyes
shifted about the room nervOusly.
HE declines to give his name, gem
tlemen," said Mr.. Wilson.
Call him Foozle," suggested the
clubs worst golfer.
Excellent" said Mr.. Wilson. The
secretary will make note of IT. Foo
zle, how old are vou?"
The burglar glared sullenly, and then
exclaimed: "AW. cut it out. Send for
the cops"
Don't be rude. Foozle, old boy from
the back of the room.
Put him down as 2 years old" com
manded Mr.. Wilson. 'FooZle, have you
family?'
No answer from the throne
1.-The secretary will record that he has
a wife and nine small children at
home" announced Mr.. Wilson. Now,
Foozle, instead of being a common,
everyday burglar, would you like to be
king?"
After half a minutes pause the in
terlOcutor reported: He would like
to be a king. Bring forth the crown.
Mr.. Gates advanced with a gilded
crown bowed low to the burglar and
placed it upon his brow. The king
shook it off angrily whereupon Mr.
Gates picked it up again and jammed
it on with much vigor that the royal
one said ouch and WINGED. You be-
have and be nice, quiet king" admon-
ished Mr.. Gates severely.
Nov let the sceptre be brought"
said Mr.. Wilson. Mr.. Fanshawe ad-
vanced and placed a dainty wand in the
monarch's hand.
Now, gentlemen" continued the mas
ter of ceremonies, who is this person
we see before us?"
Hes a king" yelled the club.
whats his name?" ..
king Foozle the First"