Hints From A Burglar

Some time ago the house of Henry Kahn, on Home avenue, was entered by I burglars. Mr. Kahn, lying in bed, with a bullseye flashing in his face, fired two shots at the visitors, who lef t the premises without crrying anything with them. "I read in the papers of the capture of a gang of bnrglars," remarked Mr. Kahn, "and concludedto payavisit to the jail and see if my burglars were there. Jailer Emmett received me graciously, and a boy behind the bars took me among the prisoners. In one of the cells a little game of cards was going on, in which the participants seemed deeply interested. A fine looking man was near by, watching it. The boy whispered me that he was Horton, the aurglar, the man I was looking for. "Do you think you ever saw me before?" I asked him. "I don't remember," was the answer. "I live on Home avenue," I auggested. "Oh," said he, with some appearanea of interest. "Your name is Kahn. Yes, I paid yon a visit the other evening." "You left rather suddenly." "Oh, no; weleftqtiite leisurely. There was no hurry. You see we were somewhat mistaken about your place. We had been told that we might piek up $5,000 or $6,000 in good stuff- jewelry, and perhaps some money. It was worth going after and taking some unusual chances to get. " Mr. Kahn explained to the reporter that thecommonplace, businesslike manner of the burglar was incomparable and altogether fascinating. He asked him how they went about the job. HOW HE PEOCEEDED. "In the first place," said Horton, "1 stationed a man at the door of your Bleeping rooms, and that man never left the door from the time we entered the house untü we went away. One man was stationed below and another across the street - four of us, you see. I first went into the room where a lady and a little girl were sleeping, but didn't arouse them. Then I took a look at the servant girl, but didn't wake her. When I carne in the hall again the man at your door said he had heard a whispering inside and that there had been a signal from the outside that somebody in the house was np. "When I was told this I went to your door and lay down and listened. I lay there fifteen minutes, but didn't hear anything. I finally decided to go into your room. I had looked over the house and thought the valuables must be in your room, as they were not elsewhere. I turned the knob, put in the light and then you fired." Mr. Kahruasked why he didn't leave then, and not wait for a second shot. "Oh," said the burglar coolly, "I had no occasion for leaving. We feit perfectly secure. I sat down in the hall thinking you might come out. I had two guns heavier than yours, and I hesitated for some time whether or not to give you a slug any way." Mr. Kahn remarked to him that if he had come into the room he might not have had everything his own way. "I beg your pardon," said the burglar, "neither myself nor any expert burglar with a dark lantern need have any fears from pistol shots. The lantern properly flashed in one's face disturba one so he doesn't know where he is shooting. I was in no danger, and you were. I only left because I thought it best to avoid serious trouble, and so when you fired your second shot we went away." POINTS FROM A BURGLAR. Mr. Kahn remarked that a man of his courage and appearance- a fine looking man, with good address, who could make a success at almost anything - ought to be in some other business. "Oh," said the burglar, "I havealways been a successful business man. I was a lawyer for some time, with a good practice, but I became involved in a little affair that withdrew me from practice. Then I took up burglary. It is a fascinating profession, and in it I have had my f uil share of success." He said tliis with bis face turned squarely toward the questioner. He has a high forehead, a sincere and honest expression of countenance, blue eyes, wavy, iron gray hair and fine physique. He is about f orty-five years old. Horton then went on to give advice as to the way in which people ehould act when called upon by burglars. "Make a noise," he said; "as much noise as possible when yon can. Don't try to catch a burglar. A borglar who knows his business is never taken while at work - always after the job is done, and he is trying to conceal or dispose of his swag." During the conversation he said that he alone had gone through the safe of E. Rauh, of South Pennsylvania street. He was told that he had overlooked "a sleeper," something of valne he nright easily have taken- in this case diamond earrings worth 700 that were in an envelope that he had thrown aside with other papers. "I beg your pardon," said the bnrglar, "I was at the job three hours. I didn't overlook anything. I went through everything with great care, and there was no such 'sleeper' as you mention. 1 didn't want to destroy the papers that would have done me no good, and would have given Mr. Rauh unnecessary trouble. I take pride in my profession and do my work thoroughly. 1 am pretty sure I didn't overlook anything in that job."-