Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1911-04-14

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turning ON flfty colorcd electric tights
here and giving the intruder heavy
shock of electricity. How's that? Go
ing some. en:'
Joseph Bradbury" said Louise, sob
EMMY, "yeu are wonderful manr'
Nonsense. my dear. protested Brad
bury. immensely flattered.
when are you going to set 1t upy'
she asked after awhile.
After dinner. I've arranged for an
electrician 20 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, chg''
Three hours afterward. as the clock
was striking 10, Mr.. Bradbury closed
the door after the departing electri-
clan and rubbed his hands delightedly.
ITS all right now" he cried enthu-
siastlcally. LET us be Off to bed.
Louise and walt for our burglar, eh r
win not so into details concerning
the bradbury burglar alarm. for It's
inventor has not yet decided to place It
on the market. 1t Is sufficient to say
that Il was Il 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 warningly 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 on
that connection. too. but in the matter
Of colored lights the alarm did work
beautifully, while the eighteen bells
tangled dabolically.
II 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
spells the artistic effect in the rooms"
Better be safe than artistic" snap.
ped Joe lmpatiently. READY to come
up? Shall turn out the lights?
Halfway up the stairs Mrs. Brad
bury paused and turned with theat-
ric gesture "Joe!'
"Wcll, what Is 1t now7' he grinned-
"Rest easy about the pantry door
that's fastened all right
ut isn't that--your best overcoatv
"What about TT"
~ left It on the clothesline. ! put
II out to air. 1t smelled Of camphor.
and | forgot to bring 1t in."
'Ill set It. Hold the candle while I
disconncct this - there, confound III!
I've dropped that little plug down the
register grating. l can't get out Of the
| house, Louise. until that plug Is found
| understand? Until-that-plug -
| found Mr.. Bradhury's voice showed
| the strain Of an oyerworked stock OF
| patience.
"Why can't you go outside, Joe? Do
you mean that we're inslde-held pris-
oners by that burglar alarm?' Mrs.
Bradbury was frightened
you have stated the cold facts In
the case" returned her husband
'grhis little plug IS my own device.
| When 1t Is removed from this hole the
| current Is on all around the house.
When | thrust the plug In the current
Is of just the reverse Of the usual
method. Clever, isn't it?"
"yeryr said his wife drily.
That was the beginning of stren-
uous night. The furnace pipe that led
to the hall register down which Brad
bury had dropped his plug was taken
replaced amid much dust and disorder
III 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..
Bradbuiy's best overeoat and go to
bed as that gentleman had Just made
an unsuccessful attempt to escape
from the house by second story win
dow.
II 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.
I Then It was that the Bradbury bur-
glar alarm demonstrated its efficiency.
The colored lights flashed intermit-
tently all over the house; the eighteen
bells rang necessarily; the constable
and his aid ratified up on motor cy-
cles, willie Miss Lanigan proceeded to
rend the air with her cries Of pain.
When the tunult was over, when the
current had been shut of from the
feed wire and Bridget had been re-
leased from her unhappy position more
frightened than hurt, for the current
had not been a very heavy one after
all; when the constable had been lib
orally fed for his trouble AID all the
neighbors had enjoyed their laugh TO
the utmost. Mr.. Bradbury slammed he
front door yiciously upon the outside
world and confronted his Wife.
"Now, what are YOU going 70 DO,
.l,se? You look desperate Bridget