Democratic Sentinel, Volume 8, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 July 1884 — The Burglar’s Clever Love-Making. [ARTICLE]

The Burglar’s Clever Love-Making.

One night not long ago the daughter of one of our best citizens was awakened by a noise in her room, and, upon sitting np, discovered a man disguised in a black mask standing beside her bed and calmly contemplating her features by the aid of a bull’s-eye lantern. "Don’tbe alarmed, miss,” he said; “I haven’t taken anything yet.” . “Bless me!” said the girl; "I do believe it’s a burglar.” “Of course it is,” said the housebreaker, with an ungratifying smile, as he lit a cigarette. “And lam proud of it.” “What do you want?” demanded the young lady. “Well, I did want to sample your jewelry case,” said the robber, “but you looked so all-fired pretty lying there with your auburn hair—just my style—that 1 couldn’t help waking you to see if you had dark eyes. I’m terribly fond of light hair and dark eyes, myself.” “Well, I have,” said the young lady, glancing at the mirror. “But I must look like a fright in this—this dress.” “On the contrary, white is very becoming to jou,” said the disciple of Jimmy Hope, tenderly. “By the way, are you engaged?” “That’s tollin'., ’’ said the girl. “No, but are you—honest Injun?” “Well, yes, I am—to a young lawyer; but I don’t care for him so Very much.” “He’s poor, isn’t he?” “Oh, awfully.” “Exactly; I thought as much. Now, my dear girl, don’t you know there is nothing in this love-in-a-cottage business? You don’t want to peg along nursing babies in some stuffy back room for the next ten years, do you ?” “N-n-n-o*” murmured the girl. “Then why not let this fellow Slide and take me? I’m pretty comfortably fixed. Business has been good this season, and our profits are large. Our firm is now running a tunnel under a Marysville Bank, and Fve got a fourth interest. Besides, I’m Secretary of the Burglars’Protective Association. What d’yer say ?” “Couldn’t we go abroad next summer?” asked the girl, thoughtfully. “Why, certainly. I expect to have to. Just think over the matter, and I’ll drop in some night later in the week. I know how to get in. ” And. shouldering his kit, the Secretary stepped out of the window and went off to open a jewelry store for an engagement ring. And the next day the young lawyer received back his letters and photograph. Our girls know on which side their bread is buttered, and you can b6t on it. —San Francisco Post.