The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-11-06

~ ED PORTER, burglar of tn
first class, stared at the news
N paper he was holding, made
readjustment of it's distanc,
from his vision and stared again
Then he breathed forth an exclama
ton such as burglars use in moments
of establishment.
That at which he stared was an ad
vertisement, conspiculously displayed
and read:
WANTED-An expert burglar on
job with little risk; reference
not necessary; come with tools
prepared to go to work. Address
Confidence, this office.
II suppose that mug thinks he's fun
ny" muttered Mr.. Porter. And he
threw down the paper with an air OF
disgust. Then he gulped the drink al
his elbow and picked up the paper
again.
wonder what's the game, anyway
Who's the joker?"
Mr.. Porter scratched his head. He
ordered more beer and drank it off
with one movement; but that did not
soften the knots in the problem.
Finally he muttered: 81 give it up;
but I'll take chance"
Mr.. Porter was always willing, even
anxious to take a chance. Taking
chances was, indeed, a part-a very
considerable part-of his chosen pro-
fession.
With much time given to thought,
and much labor an answer was indited
to the advertisement. In it meet
ing was assigned in the same back
room of the public house wherein Mr.
Porter was now still puzzling over the
outcome of his reply.
at couldn't "a been no tee who
wrote that ad," he thought as he got
up to mail the letter. "An' if it was,
what's the difference? He couldn't
cop me, as he amt got nothin' to show.
Wen | tells him | writ the answer for
a joke, what's he goin' to do about it?
Nothin'"
On the following evening our enter
prising burglar was lounging around
in the tap room of the public house
when stranger to the place and vicin-
ity came in with nervous hesitancy
and peered about, frightened look on
his pale face.
"Pardon me" he said in voice that
quavered. pardon me, but do you
know gentleman named Porter? l
was to meet him here. This is the
place, | think"
The stranger drew a letter from his
pocket, as though to consult it; but
the barman broke in:
"This is the place, all right. Mr..
Porter was expectin' gent. He's up
stairs. He'll be down in minute"
The delay had been planned in order
that Porter might have chance to
Hsize up" the man who wanted to put
a burglar to work. While he was adj
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took his eyes off him, and the scrutiny
was evidently satisfactory; for now
Porter came forward.
81 guess Pm the chap you're lookin'
for," he said. "Come in here"
The stranger followed the burglar
INTO the back room, not without some
hesitation, and took seat facing him.
ne took out a card and passed 1t UNI
uIy across the table to the burly rus
ian opposite.
Porter gave the card careless
glance. "You're the fellow what puts
hat ad in the paper wantin' burg
ar-ain't yer? What's the lay?"
"As you see by my card, my name is
2oderic Brooks"
The stranger paused and looked
lround the room. 1t was empty. save
or himself and the burglar 81 have
/ business proposition to make to
rou," he lowered his voice, "but it
do to have it overheard"
eyer safe enough here" Porter as
ured him. "They amt nobody
round An if they was, ito make no
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