A Cool Victim

"I thJnk about the most curious inaa I ever met," eaid the retired burglar to the Boston Postman, "I . house in Eastern Connecticat. av.d I shouldn't know him either if Ï Id ever meet him again, unless i ;ld hear him speak. It waís so dark I met him that I never saw him a I had looked around the house downstairs and actually hadn't seen a thing worth carrying off, and it wasn't a bad-looking house on the outside, elther. I got upstairs and groped about a little and íinally turned into a room that was darker than Egypt. I hadn't gone more than three steps in this room when I heard a man say: 'Helio, there!' " 'Helio,' says I. " 'Who are you?' said the man, 'burglar?1 "And I said yes, I did something in that line occasionally. " 'Miserable business to be in, ain't It?' said the man. His voice carne from a bed over in the corner of the room and I knew he hadn't even set up. "And I said, 'Well, I dunno; I've got to support my family someway.' " 'Well, you've Juat waeted a night here,' said the man. 'Didn't you see anything downstairs worth stealing?' " 'And I said no, I hadn't. " 'Well, there's lese upstairs,' says the man, and I then heard him turn over and settle down to go to sleep again. VA like to have gone over there and kicked him. But I didn't. It wau g-etting late and I thought, all thinga cocsidered, that I might just as well let him have his sleep out."