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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 08, 1911, Image 18

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a DIARY OF A BURGLAR'S
JIMMY
r By Frank H. Williams.
V MONDAY Tonight, for the
first time, I am to assist a burglar
"In making an entrance into a
house. I quail at the thought I
ara pot so hard, -1, fear, as the
other jimmys turned out of the
factory where ' I was made. I
..can't help thinking that I should
have been made into some more
innocent tool, an auger, a lathe
or something of that, sort. Up to
-the last moment I have been hop
ping that I possessed some flaw
which would make it impossible
for any housebreaker to use me,
'but my hopes have been dashed.
' I was purchased this morning
by a rather good-looking youth,
who, however, had evidently been
up -against the worldgood and
hard.
"I you know whatf I want,"
'he said to the man who made me,
a villainous old man. "1 this is
imy first attempt at anything" of
-this sort and I I don't know ex
actly what I want." Then he
burst out, with anger, "But the
world owes me a living and I'm
going to get the living by hook or
crook!"
. "Sure," said my owner, "and
l'I'm glad I can hejp you out I'm
selling out my place and I'm the
'glad man that the last person I
sell a jimmy to is you."
Then I was bought, and I hate
fearfully the thought of what is
before me tonight.
' TUESDAY Well, my bur-
"Iburglaring days are over and I'm J
glad of it ., It came about like
this:'
My new owner" took me up to
a big, datk house about: 2 o'clock
this mprning. He was tr embling
badly and I felt that he disliked
the job himself but that hunger
and desperation were driving him
on.. With my ( help he entered the
hose through a window. Inside
we found everything pitch black
except for a ray of light which
sreamed beneath a door. My
owner crept up to the dqor and
inside I saw a particularly pretty
young girl pleading with a rough-looking-man,
evidently her father.
The girl Jiad been crying.
"But, father," the girl cried,
"I'm told that this plant you want
to buy makes burglars' tools,
that's why it makes so much
money.
I gave a little jump at that
evidently her father was the man
who was, going to buy the place
where'I was made.
"Don't start on ,the .wrong
path," the girl pleaded. "It's so
easy when you once get started
down, to get way down."
At that I heard my, owner
heave a big sigh. You see, he
knew that he was going to take
his first downward step. Then I
decided, right there, that I was
going to prevent him from taking
that step if I could. So I slyly
slipped from his hand to the floor
with a great clatter.
In a moment the father was
upon us. My owner was forced
to explain the whole pitiable
story, how it was his fitstat
tempt and all" that. The girl

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