The Burglar and the Midnight Yell

O. J. Carr, an old resident of Edgewater, Friday morning had a chance of observing the effect of his voice on the guilty conscience of a burglar, for with no other weapon than a shout he put the criminal to flight. About 2 o'clock Mr. Carr was awakened by an unaccountable feeling of nervousness and a consciousness that somebody was about the house. He went downstairs in his nightclothes to get something to quiet his nerves, and as he stood in the kitchen doorway he saw the window overlooking the porch was slightly open and the curtain raised a short distance. Through the opening he saw a man with his arms hanging down, his sleeves being so long that they almost covered his hands. He advanced to within six feet and saw the man begin to cautiously raise the window still higher. His only means of defense was to frighten the burglar, and so he gave an unearthly yell. The intruder withdrew his hand as if shot, dashed down the steps, leaped the fence, knocking off one or two pickets, and ran up the street like a frightened deer. Mr. Carr returned laughing to bed. On examining the premises Mr. Carr found that the burglar had tested all the doors and windows except the one mentioned, and had tried to pry open the woodshed window and broken the sash. Finding the kitchen window unlocked he had raised it with the handle of a rake when Mr. Carr appeared on the scene.