Show IN BOHEMIA fuere were four studios on the tog floo double studios in the front and at aie back single studios in between til middle studios had skylights and no windows in the first was the in the second the bw glat at least that was what they called him the burglar nobody knew who he was or where he came from so the other tenants concluded that that wao he was he had had the studio tor A few had had peeps into it when it vas being cleaned for he was rather a n at burglar and insisted upon sa they were aston abed at the luxury of it at the hangings the tapestries there were even tape trie it was a to see a burglar so much taste he must have about worth of stuff in there whispered the san lard in awe his studio be ng e plain he stole it I 1 reckon said the irti t atho occupied the studio in the back we might decorate ours in the same way if we would be added with some s it seemed rather interesting having a burglar andr the same roof the woman artist in the front studio bened eagerly 1 to tales of this aus person told in whispers in the twi light or the candlelight and hid her diamonds in a different place every night she double locked her door and felt her hair rise slowly at each footstep it was lovely she told her friends I 1 hae never seen him said the spaniard but I 1 hear him come in every night at about three in the morning sure enough several nights at about that hour the woman was wakened by the stealthy tread of cautious feet the burglar she whispered I 1 have never seen him said the artist in the back room but I 1 have heard him cough he sleeps all day I 1 think he never goes out until after dark of course you coulden couldn t expect any thing else of a real burglar yet it seemed strange that he should care lessly give away his whereabouts by a cough still the woman artist con eluded that climbing over tin roof and up and down fire escapes a b ir glar was as liable to colds as any body and let it go at that and then one night after four weeks or so ot living under the same root she came upon him it happened in this wise she wa often invited out to little partle where they whooped it up and stayed until all hours she had dressed her self in her prettiest and gone to one of these it was nearly three a m when she got home it was always too late for anybody to gaze upon her when she came home in a cab she reflected moodily as her escort ceremoniously helped her out bever in her society existence in new york when she had been brought home in cab or devil wagon had here been a soul to stand admiringly to see her alight she let herself in at the front door and began to ascend the half dark stairway she had climbed up to the second landing when she heard an other night latchi ey insert itself in the front door the burglar she panted hand to heart she fell on the top step picked her self tip and hurried along the hall all in her white dress and slippers footsteps sounded back of her stealthy footsteps that she seemed to know he is our own special burglar she thought to herself maybe be won t rob a woman who lives on the same floor with him nevertheless she clasped her hand to her only sunburst and was very glad that her gloves were on so he t see her rings the last flight of stairs the foot steps following following coming nearer and nearer and nearer the last hall she took to running along this hall bhe inserted the key in her door and looked wildly back over her shoulder as she was about to open it she forgot to open it looking back over her shoulder she stood perfect ly still her hand on the key tor there coming quietly up the last stairs and advancing into the last hall was a man in evening dress who wore white gloves with a small white gloved hand he fitted the key in the door to the bur glar s studio he flashed a broad ex of shirt front for a moment then entered that burglar of yours she told the others disgustedly when morning had come is no burglar at all he a only a society man N Y sun |