by ic his in fact i was very dry yesterday curious thing i m always dry on rainy days i am one of the kind of men who know that it is the part of wisdom to stay in when it rains or to carry an umbrella when it is not possible to stay at home or having no home like ourselves to remain up in or up in as you may prefer you carried an umbrella then observed the landlady the idiot s shaft at the size of her elegant and airy apartments with an ease bom of experience yes madame returned the idiot quite unconscious of what was coming whose the lady a sarcastic smile playing about her lips that i cannot say mrs replied the idiot serenely but it is the one you usually carry your sir said the school master coming to the s rescue is an unworthy one the umbrella in question is mine it has been in my possession for five years then replied the idiot it is time you returned it don t think by ic men s morals are rather in this matter of mr he added turning from the school master who began to show signs of irritation very said the minister running his finger about his neck to make the collar which had been sent home from the by mistake set more easily � very at the last conference i attended some person forgetting his high office as a minister in the church walked off with my umbrella without so much as a thank you and it was embarrassing too because the rain was coming down in what did you do asked landlady she liked mr s sermons and beyond this he was a more profitable than any of the others remaining home to luncheon every day and having to pay extra there was but one thing left for me to do i took the bishop s umbrella said mr blushing slightly but you returned it of course said the idiot i intended to but i left it on the train on my way back home the next day replied by ic the clergyman visibly embarrassed by the idiot s unexpected cross examination it s the same way with books put in the an unfortunate being whose love of rare first had brought him down from to boarding many a man who wouldn t steal a dollar run with a book i had a friend once who had a rare copy of through africa hy daylight it was a beautiful book only copies printed the of the pages were four inches wide and the was the was colored by hand and the page had one of the most amusing errors on it � was there any reading matter in the book asked the idiot blowing softly on a hot that was nicely balanced on the end of his fork yes a little but it didn t amount to much returned the it isn t as reading matter that men like myself care for books you know we have a higher notion than that it is as a specimen of the book maker s art that we admire a bit of literature like through africa hy day by ic light but as i was saying my friend had this book and he d extra illustrated it he had pictures from all parts of the world in it and the book had grown from a volume of one hundred pages to four volumes of two hundred pages each and it was stolen by a highly honorable friend i suppose the idiot interrupted yes it was stolen � and my friend never knew by whom said the what cried the idiot in mock surprise did you never confess it was fortunate for the idiot that the cakes were brought on at this moment had there not been some diversion of that kind it is certain that the would have him it is very kind of mrs i think said the school master to provide us with such delightful cakes as these free of charge yes said the idiot helping himself to six cakes very kind indeed although i must say they are extremely economical from an point of view � which is to they are rather fuller of than of i wonder why it is he continued possibly to the landlady s re by ic � why it is that and cakes are so in appearance and so widely different in their respective effects on the system put in a genial old gentleman who occasionally seated next to the idiot i fail to see the between a cake and a plaster said the school master if possible to the idiot you don t eh the latter then it is very plain sir that you have never eaten a plaster to this the school master could find no reasonable reply and he took refuge in silence mr tried to look severe the gentleman who occasionally smiled all over the ignored the remark entirely not having as yet forgiven the idiot for his gross regarding his friend s edition de of through africa hy daylight mary the maid who greatly admired the idiot not so much for his as for the aristocratic manner in which he carried himself and the truly striking striped shirts he wore left the room by ic in a of laughter that bo alarmed the cook below stairs that the next ul of cakes were more like tin plates than cakes and as for mrs that worthy woman was speechless with wrath but she was not apparently for reaching down into her pocket she brought forth a small piece of paper on which was written in detail the account due of the idiot i d like to have this settled sir she said with some certainly my dear madame replied the idiot � certainly can you cash a check for a 