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

placards telling where to seek booty
and how to get it without damaging
the furniture or waking the family.
One morning Mr.. Finch found that the
front door had been jimmied remorse-
Iessly, the drawers in the sideboard de-
faced, pictures cut out of their frames,
Oriental rugs stained with some of his
choicest claret, and everything in gen.
eral in state of wreck. He couldn't
understand it until he found this note
on the dining room table:
mi partner Bill done this. Bill done
the work while 1 staid on the walk and
dident come in til he had it all packed
up. Then / seen them sines and line
sorry about the damage. Bill cant reed
or rite"
1t was Mr.. Hotchlxiss who devised a
brilliant plan to give Gardendale a rep
utation for thief killing-such desper-
ate name that no burglar would even
venture within its precincts again. He
wrote to the city papers a thrilling sto-
ny of the killing of a burglar. He said
when the burglars read that story they
would let Gardendale alone. 1t was
such a good story that the papers sent
reporters out to Gardendale to work it
up with pictures. The reporters wrote
some fine stories, but not the kind that
Gardendale expected Mr.. Hotchkiss'
popularity fell so rapidly that ii could
be heard to whiZz through the air. and
some of the Park people changed their
newspapers and talked about libel suits.
1t was no wonder, therefore, when
Mr.. Fanshawe told the news of his rob-
| berry to his fellow members at the
| GreenIawn Golf club that they fell into
la state of dependency.
whats the use of trying to keep EN-
| ont p" said Mr. Gates, disgustedly.
Dogs, babies, watchmen. guns, alarms
they aren't worth a hoorah, the lot
of EN-
ST have an idea" said Mr.. Jack
son, that we haven't got the right
| kind of alarms
"Hotchkiss had an idea, too" growled
Mr. Fanshawe. land it made asses out
of u.s.
Now. you listen to my idea said
Mr.. jackson. I've been talking about
it to Wilson and he's helped to work
it out"
1t was long and earnest session that
the club held.
Late in June Mrs. Wilson was away
on a visit to her mother and Mr.. VIII
son was living all by himself and get
ting his meals at the club. 1t was mid
night when he awoke, surprised to find
| a gas Jet burning dimly. He was Won
/ tinkle attracted his attention and ne
/ twisted his head in the direction of
! the dresser There was a man StaTN-
ing in front of il. his back turned to-
ward the bed, and he seemed to be
rummaging in the top drawer. Mr..
| Wilson regarded him quietly for a few
/ seconds and then his head stole across
the bed, under the spread, until it
reached the edge, where it rested care
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mage for a minute longer and then
glanced toward the bed. Mr.. Wilson
smiled at him pleasantly and said:
IF you'll just turn up the light you
| can see better"
The man uttered an exclamation.
caught up a revolver from the top of
the dresser and said sharply:
You shut up and don't viggle."
4 promise not to wiggle," said Mr..
Wilson.
The tight was turned up cautiously
and the man still kept his pistol point
ed toward the bed.
Have you found what you want?'
asked Mr.. Wilson. There's 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, Mr..
Wilson thought
Aren't you afraid to burgle around
this placer" continued Mr.. Wilson. TITS
considered a dangerous town for bur-
! glars
The burglar laughed. 1T is, hey?'
he said. why. it's got the rep of be-
ing the easiest place around New York.
But there amt much to it, if this house
is sample. 1 guess I've got all that's
worth taking here, so I'll be going"
Don't be in hurry" said Mr.. Will
| son.