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Show mi f ' 'ng- on my eyes," said i ShP rrOVPO . Margie, "and when JIIC IIVV V- ' opened them I caw a a l - great big man stand- ' ' Charming Hostess That Her Midnight Visitor Stole V ' I Away Without Any of the Loot He Had So Carefully ... J I IITHES' Mr and Mrs. William ', .,- n n (f ' 1 J Eain awol; other morn- iBBBBBLLaBBB -MCC US Q ;-5N 1U III llllll feruble subut- I We? in Bergen-efc Bergen-efc Xf Jersey, Kress the Hud-i Hud-i frca the sky-n sky-n of New York, Irj f not long i toro-ering that ui been visited Bf tie ni?ht bv J!r Raizen )i ftirly began to Eto his clothes ifcKTtred that h. ltQ and a 0!t:i contain- tearly one II i r e d dollar;, had left as the table I trad of the ,fr gone. An 6:1 ttr his wifo I lt tier jewel J cJ the little I 1 waning her y money " from I of the I P crer where I P k'Pt them J1 W hearts f h think tb4t S pocket, I Ely -i jic uinci mom- ii A - 1 IL, e riero and the winrome heroine of the film version of Frances Hodgson Burnett's Celebrated storv, mt'Z "Ed,tha's Burg!ar" J k -1 e ni't had secured WtT " thf',r "Iverwarc, k .r ? glfts and other valu-4. valu-4. Ujo gone S,'dHait'ng t0 finish dr.-jCWnstttn dr.-jCWnstttn know fi'thl ft' f0t f tho stair9 Nred 7-.c?rnf,rmat,0n "f ki nalf--'Pn window nhUlSh0Wedwher hn ,u t'mrante " ri.L?68 ln ord,'r to K"lbp. turned b h!d val" Ktn' " in8tant.nThenn They were jjiled in a great heap on the dining room table. And in this heap, as the Raizons saw to their great delight, were the watch and pocketbook, the jewel case and household money that had been missing upstairs. It seemed too pood to be true, and the Raizena could not understand how such a miracle had happened. The burglar had succeeded in petting into the house and gathering together all these valuables valua-bles without awaking the family. Then why on earth had he gone away leaving his loot behind? While Mr. Raizen fulfilled his duty as a citizen by telephoning the police the news of the house breaking that had left the family no poorer, Mrs. Raizen managed to restore enough order to the . dininrr room to permit of serving break- faet. ln the mean time the children Jim, a boy of thirteen, and Murgie, aged four had appeared downstairs, eager to know the cause of the unusual excitement ex-citement their usually placid parents were showing. Jim was eld enough to understand the happening of the night before and the dec-p mystery that surrounded it. He felt sure that as soon as he could communicate with his fellow Boy Scouts he would be able to explain everything and turn the burglar over to the police in short order. But "burglar and other words her pr.rnts and brother were using so freely were one that had not yet entered little- Margie's vocabulary. She had no idea what had happened to make the house look so like moving day, and so she sat quiet and wide eyed, drinking in what the others had to say. At last, toward the end of the meal, a lull in the conversation gave her the opportunity to lisp what was for her a leading question. "Mamma," she said, "what is a burglar?" bur-glar?" "It's a bad man," replied Mrs. Raizen, "who breaks into your house and steals all your pretty things. " "Is ho a big man like duddy?" "Yes, sometimes." "But he's not a nice man "No, indeed; he's the naughtiest sort of man " "Well, then," said Margie after a thoughtful pause, "the big man who mc in my loom last night couldn't have been a burglur, for he was awfully nice most as nice as daddy." At this Margie's family dropped knives and forks, spoons and coffee cup and gazed a: the child in blank astonishment. astonish-ment. They could hardly have been more dumfounded if they had seen the four-ycar-old's figure suddenly shoot up to a height of six feet. The mother was the first to recover her senses enough to gasp a question. "What on earth do you mean, child?" she asked "There was no man in your room last night nobody except daddy when he went a to kiss you good night." "Oh, - tbei was," ir. sisted Mai , . j And 'then, I after only a little further prompting, she told her surprising sur-prising story a story which showed that this four-year-old knew more about the burglar bur-glar of the nighl before be-fore than any of the rest of the family. iff h Mrs. William Raizen, Margie's mother a si "It was long after daddy went to bed." she said. "I felt a light shining on my eyes and when I opened them I saw a great big manstanding right beside be-side my bed In one hand he had a funny lamp and In the other a shiny gun like what Jim had the Fourth of July, only bigger. , "At first I felt frightened, but when 1 saw him smile at me I knew right away h was nice and wouldn't hurt mc. "I was very polite, like you always tell me to be, nnd said 'Hello.' He acted awful queer, then, as though he didn't like my being polite. lie- put bis tinge r on his mouth, just as daddy does when I talk in churvh and whispered 'Sh!' "Then he tucked the cover in and smiled at mo and said he was sorry he woko mc up. "But I said I was feeling dreadful nil ue kissed 1 ! 1 SS'' nie. Four-; ear-old Margie Raizen, whose real life j experience with a burglar was I surprisingly like what ycu have , . seen in the movies and read about in the story books ' lonesome and " wouldn't he pleasa tell me a story. I I don't forget to say i. 'please,' mother." 7j. d';;:"- ., -. 1 Btory?" ques- ! ioned the amazed Mrs. Raizen. "No, he said he didn't have time, J 'cause be had to B l'o somewhere I H .-..-Led him if it . jj w ; a 'cause his B wife was 'apecting him for supper, if but he didn't an-w an-w swer me. "Then I thought maybe he was the man who took Jackie away and I told him I wished he'd bring him back, 'cause I didn't have anybody to play with since Jackie was gone. "And do you know what he thought? He thought Jackie was my little brother! "I said I only had a big brother, who was a Boy Scout and who helped everybody. every-body. Then I asked him if he was a Boy Scout oh, I forget if he said he was 0T not! Anyway, he fell down on his knees beside my bed and cuddled mo in his arms. "Wheil 1 'splained that Jackie was my puppy and that daddy said he had been stolen the nice, big man was so sorry. He said it was mean for anybody any-body to steal Jackie and he would try to gel him back for mc. "I was so glad I gave him a real grizzly griz-zly bear hug. "I wanted him to go right away and find Jackie and he said if I would be still a1-, a mouse and go right to sleep he would go find my doggie. I said I would i ( "But before I .wfQ closed ray eyes I I jF asked him if he al- ways found lost 'logs f.i!- people. tf. Something must nave kind of got in Kis throat, 'caus he choked and j ;v,: coughed when he 4 r.nswered, 'Some- .. times.' "I wanted t v ) know how he could , .w luld Jackie when 3 i22 daddy had looked all over for him. "He looked so awful, awful big then when he stood up just like the giants m uie liiuy uous. i musi uiuugm nc a oing through the ceiling "He said he s'posed lost people could find lust durs easier than regular folks i an, 'cause they know just where they go. Daddy, where do lost dogs and lost people go?" "Sometimes to prison, Margie.'" look of dismay passed over Margie's round face. "Oh, I hope Jackie and my l nice man aren't in prison. They aren't, are they, daddy?" "No, probably not, dear. But go on with your story. What happened after he said he would find Jackie?" "I said I was so glad and then he bent over and kissed me again and told me to go to sleep like a good, little girl. i There was nothing more to tell. The story of Margies surprising visit irora a burglar ended with her falling asleep and the "nice, big man," tip-toeing out. The unromantic police think it must have been the noise of a passing automobile auto-mobile or some other unexpected sound JH that frightened the burglar away without with-out any of his loot. But Mr. and Mrs. Raizen are firmly of the opinion that it was little Margie who melted his heart and made him leave their valuables behind. Perhaps, they think, he saw in her some resemblane to a kiddy of his own that pricked hn conscience. Whatever the true explanation, little Margie Raizen's real life experience th other night was surprisingly like what happened to the heroine of Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett's famous etory "Editha's Burglar." 1 1 |