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Show THE RETIRED BURGLAR. One of the Most Remarkable Incident I His Variegated Career. "After I had gathered in what I could find in the dining room, "said the retired burglar, tellipj of his experience In a house in western Massachusetts, "I Btarted for the parlor. This parlor was just in front of the dining room, and there were heavy curtains between. I pushed these curtains one side and went in carefully, so as not to mar the furniture by kicking it, feeling along for the table which I knew must be in the center. I came to it presently and found it very solid feeling, with a sort of molding or carving along the edge. I had struck it on a side apparently, and so I felt toward the dining room until I came to a corner of the table, and then I felt along the end for the next corner to get the dimensions of it. I struck the other corner so quick that it made my hair raise right up. I knew there was only one thing they build of euch 6hape, and that's a coffin. "I turned my light on it, and it was a big oak casket, one of the kind they make now'days, square and solid, and it had three silver handles on eaoh side. I didn't dare look in, but I felt as though I ought to have them handles. The head was toward the front of the house and the foot toward the dining room. I set my lamp down and got my screwdriver out of my bag and began on one of the handles nearest the foot. I suppose I must have felt a little easier after I'd got that one off and into the bag. I know I went around the end and men up tne otner side pretty prompt, getting 'em off smooth as could be, and around the head and started down the other side where I'd begun. I got the handle off by the head on that side, and then I went at the last handle, the one in the middle. In turning the last ecrew out of the handle I dropped my screwdriver. "It seemed to me as though it made more noise than an iron telegraph pole dropping inside of an empty iron oil tank. I just lay down and waited. I didn't dare run. I expected a million people would come pouring down the stairs and from all around, and I just waited, lying on the floor, but there didn't anybody come. You know, the fact was that dropping that screwdriver hadn't made noise enough to wake up a mouse, but it seemed to me like the greatest racket you ever heard, and it scared mo most to death. But when nobody no-body came I picked up the screwdriver and set it in the notch of the screw again, and I'd just got that handle off when I heard somebody say: " 'Don't you think you're crowdin us here a little, my friend, carrying away them handles?' It was the dead man sitting up and looking down at me. I suppose he'd been in an epileptic trance or something of that sort, and dropping that screwdriver had made just shock enough to start him into life again. "I was bo scared I dropped the handle, han-dle, but I grabbed my bag I suppose instinct made me do that and started out through the dining room again and down cellar and out by the window I came in by. I didn't wait to see if anybody any-body was coming this time. ' 'I crot SI 1 7 fnr rhnsa fiva hanrllpQ Ti seemed a pity to lose the other one, but it was always a great satisfaction to me to think that I'd woke the man up." New York Sun. Athletics For Women. " In the memorial building of the Young Women's Christian association in Brooklyn Brook-lyn is a gymnasium which was opened last season. It has been constructed to meet the needs of young women who can give only the evening hours to athletic ath-letic exercise and pay only a nominal urn. In addition to the gymnasium kail, with its visitors' gallery and elevated ele-vated running track, are dressing rooms, bathrooms and needle baths. For the modest sum of 5 cents any woman, whether a member or not of the gymna-tiutn, gymna-tiutn, can have a bath. The work is the gym oomprises three grades calia-thenic, calia-thenic, gymnastic and corrective. Cor. iets and close fitting waists are prohibited prohib-ited in all grades of work. Among the women well known in Brooklyn Bociety who are generous supporters of the as eociation are Mrs. Samuel B. Duryea, Mrs. Clark Burnham, Mrs. G. H. Prentiss Pren-tiss and Mrs. C. W. Ida. One of the prettiest of gymnastic exercises ex-ercises a new one is that in whioh the line of girls moves in an elaborate arabesque or scroll, winding around in concentrio circles and then unwinding to form a long line moving down the length of the rodm in skillfully planned plan-ned curves. The music grows slower and slower until the line finally comes to a standstill, vhen the girls take their places fo othe- exercises. Brooklyn Eaela |
