Bisbee daily review., 1910-10-15

IT you VIII prOBilSe not 10 tOuca tndt gun I'll put mine down." The bur glar looked at her curiously. "I promise" be said. still staring at her. You have some beautiful jew els" he continued. pointing to the pile on the table, and this one especially" He held up tue giant ruby which he had concealed in his hand. Mrs. Sanderson put down her pistol What makes you do this kind of work?' she asked. paying no attention to what he was saying. Gentleman Jim suddenly leaned for ward. staring intently at the ring. His deep voice became strangely soft Little girl" he said, you don't un- derstand."
 But can't you tell me-can't you ex- plain:" pleaded the young woman. fol lowing the methods she had used in the courts.
 The burglar sat with his head in his hands for long time. then suddenly sat up straight and held out the ruby ring.
 "Only one other place on this broad | u compared with that" he said slowly. And where was that?' asked Mrs. Sanderson.
 Tt was hers,'' said Gentleman Jim | shortly.
 And won't you tell me about hery' she asked. trying to make him unbur- den himself.
 The burglar lighted another cigarette. Three years ago." he began, T be- ionged to the best society in San Fran cisco. fell in love with one of the belles of the town, and when we were engaged hunted all over the world for ring beautiful enough to express my feelings toward her. At last found it-one nearly like this" He paused and stared moodily at the lamp. Then" he went on, ''one day re- ceived note from her sending back the ring and breaking the engagement. She said she had found that she did not love me, and within a month she was married to one of my best friends. l was heartbroken and crushed, for I loved her with all my soul dropped from society and went to Africa. There fought in the British ranks. and. all though my comrades fell around me. passed through every battle un- 1 touched"
 Poor boyr' murmured Mrs. Sander son softly.
 When the war was over," he con- | tinued, 'T came back and began this. 1 I had to have excitement or would have gone crazy. And now couldn't stop if I wanted to. The police are always on my trail" He stopped and looked sorrowfuily at his auditor. There" he said; you have my story.
 stand that you're like piece of drift 1 wood floating about near shore? When I the tide comes in you have your chance to gain foothold; if you wait until the tide goes out you may never have another"
 Little woman," he said solemnly. "I
 have tried to gain foothold.'
 Mrs. Sanderson, ignoring his familiar
 manner of speech, quietly arose and walked to the grand piano. In few seconds the solemn tones of Home,
 Sweet Home." rang through the great house. When she had finished she turned around.
 "Gad-- he exclaimed That was superb-beautifuL That music did me
 more good than anything I have seen
 or heard or felt for years"
 Look" said his captor. You said | you were thrown back when you tried
 to change. But do you know why? It was your own fault. You've gone | along in the world with the same feel 1 ing with which you enter this house | to get what you can and if you are 1 detected to shoot If you meet the
 world with kindness in your heart and | smile on your face the world will
 smile back at you. But if you go
 on with the intention of fighting-of
 robbing-it will fight like a wounded i tiger and give you as good as 1t re-
 ceives. And it will rob you of the
 best in you-your manhood. So why
 don't you take new start and forget
 yourself in doing good to others"
 She stopped and looked at the bur
 glar He picked up book and turned
 the leaves in a familiar fashion. Sud
 deply he smiled and marked a quo
 tation with pencil.
 T never thought of doing that" he
 suddenly cried. but I'll try it." He
 stood up straight as an arrow.
 s'Pll try it." he repeated slowly.
 "win you let me shake your hand. and
 may I go thenT
 Mrs. Sanderson. her heart a-low.
 went with him to the door.
 Don't forget your resolution" she
 cried out cheerily.
 "I won't" he called back and disap- peared into the dark night. And some
 how she knew that he would keep his
 promise.
 Mrs. Sanderson sat in the chair late ly occupied by the reformed burglar
 when she saw the book which he had