The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1911-01-21

| turning on fifty culored electric lights
here and giving the intruder a heavy
shock of Gle .ricity. How's that? Co
ing some. chg
Joseph Bradbury" said Louise. sol
EMMY. you are wonderful man"
Nonsense. my dear" protested Brad
bury. immensely battered.
when are you gcing to set it up?"
she asked after awhile.
after dinner I've arranged for an
electrician TO be here, and we'll have
the whole thing completed inside of
couple of hours. No need to do the
lockstep tonight" he added jokingly.
"We'll leave that to the chap that
tries to get inside. eh?"
| Three hours afterward as the clocl,
was striking 10, Mr.. Bradbury closed
the door after the departing electri-
clan and rubbed his hands delightedly.
"It's all right now" he cried enthu
siasticaly. Let us he off to bed.
Louise, and wait for our burglar. eh?"
! / will not go into details concerning
the Bradbury burglar alarm. for its
inventor has not yet decided toplace it
on the market. 1t is sufficient to say
that it was pronounced success as
evidenced by their trials that evening
The electrician had tested the system
by every clever device he could think
of, but in every case he was neatly
trapped by the delighted inventor
The lights flashed warDingly in all
colors of the rainbow. The wires did
not shock the electrician. for he wore
rubber gloves. nor did the bell ring in
the constable's office, for they cut off
that connection. too. but in the matter
beautifully, while the eighteen bells
tangled diabolically.
81 wish all these wires and things
didn't have to be so exposed" com
planned Mrs. Bradbury. "They look
horrid hanging around the doors and
windows. Seems to me your inven-
ton might have been simpler. Joe. 1t
spoils the artistic effect In the rooms"
Better be safe than artistic" snap
ped Joe impatiently. Ready to come
up? Shall turn out the lights?"
Halfway up the stairs Mrs. Brad
bury paused and turned with theat
ric gesture. "Joew
"Well, what is it now?" he grinned
"Rest easy about the pantry door
that's fastened all right"
at isn't that-your best overcoatr
"What about it,"
81 left 1t on the clothesline. / put
1t out to air. 1t smelled of camphor.
and forgot to bring it in"
"I'll get 1t. Hold the candle while
disconnect this - there. confound it!
I've dropped that little pl 'wn the
register grating. l can't get 49, of the
house, Louise. until that plug is found
understand? Until-that-plug-is-
found" Mr.. Bradbury's voice showed
the strain of an overworked stock of
patience.
"Why can't you go outside, Joe? Do
you mean that we're inside-held pris-
oners by that burglar alarm" Mrs.
Bradbury was frightened.
You have stated the cold facts in
the case" returned her husband.
"This little plug is my, own device.
When 1t is removed from this hole the
current is on all around the house.
When l thrust the plug in the current
is off-just the reverse Of the usual
method. Clever, isn't itY'
"Very!" said his wife drily.
That was the beginning of a siren
uous night. The furnace pipe that led
to the hall register down which Brad
bury had dropped his plug was taken
down and found empty. Then it was
replaced amid much dust and disorder
in the cellar and the search continued
all over the hall floor without result.
At midnight Mrs. Bradbury suggested
that they run the risk of losing Mr..
Bradbury's best overcoat and go to
bed, as that gentleman had just made
an unsuccessful attempt to escape
from the house by second story win
dow
1t was then that Bridget Lanigan ar
rived home. weary after a long after
noon of unalloyed pleasure. Her at
tack on the kitchen door was followed
by an ear splitting shrek that brought
the neighborhood out of their beds
Then 1t was that the Bradbury bur
glar alarm demonstrated its efficiency
The colored lights flashed intermit
tently all over the house; the eighteer
bells rang necessarily; the constable
and his aid ratified up on motor cy
cles, while Miss Lanigan proceeded t
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