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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 06, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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attention to you, but you can help
yourself to what you see on the table
there, and rest near the stove till I
speak to my master as to how we
may stow you for the night."
"You mean to say you trust me in
the house here; that you believe what
I say?"
"Why should I not, when I see the
truth of a striving, maybe tempted
man in your face?" challenged Mrs,
Warden' steadily. "I have had trouble
myself and I feel sorry for you, and
I am glad to help you.
Burglar Bill told his story in frag
ments while he ate like a famished
man. Then a bell summoned Mrs.
Warden to another part of the house
and he was left alone.
. "A fine woman, a true woman," he
mused gratefully. "What comfort
after the long, hard tramp!" And,
.well fed and content, he snuggled
down in his chair by the warm,
cheery kitchen fire.
He noted drowsily that the house
keeper passed through the kitchen.
He saw her return with an axe, and
wondered. He roused up in a strange
amaze as soon thereafter there
sounded from the upper part of the
house a vast thudding, crashing
noise. It was as if that axe was be
ing used to batter something to
pieces.
Mrs. Warden came down into the
kitchen looking flustered and breath
less, as though she had been under
going some very forcible exercise.
She came straight up to Bill and
looked him earnestly in the face. .
"You said you were a burglar "
she began
"Once, madam," returned Bill
"reformed now."
"Will, you do something for me?"
"Anything in my power, surely I
will."
"Will you break open a safe for
me?"
"Oh, now!" fairly shouted Bill,
springing to his feet in the wildest
excitement, "I promised never to do
that same again."
"Not if it was to get at a person's
own property and baffle a wicked
schemer, and do a good deed?"
"That looks different." said Bill.
"Well, I Wish a safe broken open.
I have been trying to do it myself,
with an axe." ,
"Hammer and chisel is all I need,",
observed Bill, with a slight remnant
of his old professional pride. "If you
could explain a little farther "
"I will do so," said the house
keeper. "In an upper room of this
house an old man, John Noble, is
lying desperately ill. My dear sweet
mistress, Anabel Bryce, his grand
daughter, is with him. For a month
her cousin, Dr. Boyd, a villain, has
attended Mr. Noble. He has kept his
aged relative under the influence of
dangerous drugs all along and has
induced him to sign certainf papers
that would rob my pretty Anabel and
her lover of their fortune, should Mr.
Noble die and the doctor produce
them. These papers Boyd, who went
away yesterday for a few days, lock
ed in the safe and took the key with
him. Mr. Noble has awakened to the
truth and wishes the papers destroy
ed before Boyd returns. Th6 safe is
an old-fashioned one and with your
skill"
"It -will be as easy as opening an
old iron box," declared Bill. . "jGfet me
a chisel and hammer, madam, -and
count the work done,"'
"Some good in the world after all,"
Burglar Bill congratulated himself,
as he deftly opened the old safe in
the room of the invalid and saw a
package of papers taken therefrom
and cast into the blazing grate.
Then old Mr. Noble put out safe
guards to keep his evil-minded rela
tive from coming into the house
again. He began to recover his
health, and a month later.-closing up
all his business affairs, after the mar
riage of his granddaughter to JEarle
Summer, he went with them to their
new home.
Meantime Burglar Bill had worked
around the place as a hired man.
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