Nothing Doing There. Noiseles-:y, but with all his might, the burglar tugged away at ihe dressing dress-ing table drawer. In vain. It refused to open. He tugged again. "Give it anolher jerk," said a voice behind him. The burglar turned. The owner of the house was sitling up in bed. and looking at him with an expression of the deepest interest on his face. "Jerk if again. There's a lot of valuable property in Ihat drawer, but we haven't been able to open it since the damp weather began. If you can l.ull it out I'll give you a handsome royalty on everything thai's " But the burglar had disappeared through Ihe window, taking part of the sash with him. Pearson's Weekly.