Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 168, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 July 1911 — WOMAN IN HIS ROOM [ARTICLE]

WOMAN IN HIS ROOM

Bashful Boarder Calls Police Rather Than Disturb Fair Sleeper.

Officer Franz Sheldmantle Makes Frantic Attempt to Arouse Invader, Finally Resorting to Desperate Measures.

New York/—Charles Freeman came home early, after “just one" at the corner, entered his room in the furnished room house at 692 Third avenue, struck a match, lit the gas—and then ran all the way to the East 51st street station. As he landed in front of Lieut Ennis his teeth chattered so that be could hardly speak. "There’s someone in the bed,” he ejaculated. "There’s some one in lots of beds at this time of night, in this neighborhood,” was the philosophic rejoinder of the lieutenant

"B-B-B-ut it’s m-my bed and ’t-t-is-s-s a woman," said Freeman. "A woman/’ echoed Ennis in surprise. “Well, why in blazes ” “Oh, I want to get her out,” wailed Freeman, blushing furiously. “Well, If that’s the case, you’ll have to be accommodated,” and be rang the bell summoning Policeman Franz Sheldmantle.

"Officer,- there’s a dame in this guy’s bed, and he demands her imme diate removal. Go to it.” Schiedmantle stared at Freeman, swallowed hard, braced himself for the impending ordeal, and had Freeman follow him.

On the way to the flat Freeman, In the comfortable company of a policeman, became quite loquacious. “I could hardly believe my eyes,” he told Scheldmantle. “Gee, If I had known there was a woman in the room, Td have shot myself before I entered.”

When they got to the house Freeman stayed downstairs while the valiant cop went up to rout the Invader. Scheldmantle pounded on the door. Naught but the gentle breathing of the fair sleeper was heard. He said things, but the sleeper was unmoved. Then he entered and gently shook the woman and roused her. ‘You’ll have to get out of here,” Scheldmantle informed her. “Oh—h-h-h-i-l-h-u-u-m,” yawned the woman, and Scheldmantle modestly and considerately retreated to the hall.

“She’s gettln* up,” he flashed to the blushing Freeman. Minutes passed, but no one emerged from the room. Whereupon Scheldmantle once more pounded on the door. There was no answer. The sleeper had yawned, rolled over and gone to sleep again. Now Scheldmantle resorted to desperate measures. "Hey, you?” he bawled, as he opened the door again. “You’ll have to beat it outen here.” "Very well,” spoke the sleeper, and she started to do it right away. "Landlady—landlady— ’’ Freeman’s and Scheldmantle'r: 'olces chorused in. tones to arouse the whole neighborhood. And the landlady came, shooed the sleeper back to the room, and helped her dress. Then she told the policeman that her name was Lizzie Marion, and that ".he was a governess for a Mrs. Hopkins of Glen Cove. L. L How she got into Freeman’s room she hadn’t the slightest idea, so Scheldmantle locked her up for safe keeping.