Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 February 1912 — SLEUTH HAS VERY HARD JOB [ARTICLE]

SLEUTH HAS VERY HARD JOB

new Law MiKing vurgiary Capital Offonae. t Policeman McCarthy of the Union Market station, saw three men loitering in the vicinity of Goldstein A Mllilnger’s jewelry store' oil the Eait side at three o’clock in the morning. “Aha!” he says, “I*ll sleuth some.” And ho did. He hid in a doorway. Soon he saw two of the men boost the third over the front transom. ?L?Aha!" says he, “I’ll pinch ’em.” But he didn’t The two fled, leaving the third inside the store, making a most careful inventory of the stock, as is done by all burglars, In the best sets. /■ “Come out’r there!” ordered McCarthy, but the burglar merely hoisted his hand to a position at right angles with his face, placed his thumb against his nose, and wiggled his dexter fingers—a most uncompromising —position. “Come In and get me, yer big stiff,” he finally muttered. “That I will, me bucko, and ’twill be no ladylike reception you’ll * receive when I make your acquaintance,” muttered McCarthy. The robber’s fingers continued to sway back and forth. McCarthy got a box and tried to climb over. He couldn’t reach the transom. The robber advised him to get a ladder. So McCarthy got a barrel and put his box on top of it Thus he managed to reach the transom. The burglar encouraged him. . _j. “You’re doing fine, you big stiff,” he remarked. “You’ll be doing finer when I reach reach you,” puffed McCarthy. Then he tried to wriggle in, as the burglar had done. The robber was voluble with advice. “Move a little to the left, fatty,” he jeered. “Keep on coming, or wait until I get some grease and oil your sides.” Thus encouraged, McCarthy came through until he was amidship— and then he stuck, for no human being ever said McCarthy was sylphlike. The robber got busy. He collected nice little missiles (like lumps of coal) and bombarded the wedged-in McCarthy. “Come on; yer doin’ fine,” he Jeered. There was a supreme effort, and with a mighty “Oof!” McCarthy wriggled through and, like a ton of bricks, landed upon the little robber. Charles Schwartz, muchly battered. Is held on a burglary charge, and McCarthy is going to ask the legislature to pass a law so he can be sent to the electric chair. —Pittsburg Dispatch.