Bismarck tribune., 1879-09-26

1boroseh was about to inaugurate some
public bAths thes fiIst ertabllahm Of
the kim 80 in thestown, and moth
,ine ooqld huitA be than that the
heir. to 'fh9 1 Is should preside over
the ce.semo Trnly, }" said the Pre-
mier politely, when he had heard the
Alderman speak, 1the cleanliness of the
people must always be a matter of inter-
eating. concern to those who, are brought
into relations with them. shall be
happy to take her majesty's commands
on the -ahem pub spirited proposal
which YOU have laid before me-
.H you can manage i my lord, I
should be glad ifs the visit cnuld take
place sometime after the 9th Of Novem-
Der next, for I shall he mayor then and
able TO- see thattthe reception given is q
proper one." Es 2%f e
.Ah, quite so!'' answered Lord Beu-
consfeld, dropping his eyeglass: for he
had studied Mr.. Pottridge through, and
knew the man BY heart. Aa7 q S.-s1 q
{. Leaving Whitehall, Mr.. Pottridge
sauntered towards Regent street, and as
he walked along life seemed rosy to him
because of Miss Dott. He began to stare
into the shop windows, admiring pretty
things which he was tempted to buy for
his love.s He was turning over this fancy
and fumbling wistfully at the pocket
where his check book lay when suddenly
he beheld through the window = curious
sight. An elegantly dressed lady was
seated at the counter examining pieces Of
Brussels lace. The shopmsn averted his
head for an instant and she deftly whipp-
ed up q yard Of the costly texture and
transferred it to her pocket. The shop
man spread number of square fiat box
es containing cambria handkerchiets and
once more turned away. Again the
lady's deft hand went to work and
couple of handkerchiefs found their way
under her cloak. .... f @ s.
SHOW that woman must have capa
cious pockets" soliloquized the aston
ished Mr.. Pottridge. "Shes q cunning
thief, anyhow, and I'll step in and warn
tho firm" "a! a8av a... iG
He hesitated a moment, and whilst he
lowered about the doorway, the lady
came out escorted by an obsequious com
missionalre with medals on his breast.
A footman, one of row basking on q
bench like oysters. rose and signalIed to
the coachman of handsomely appointed
brougham, who at once drove forward.
Evidently this lady was not an ordinary
thief. She was tall, dark person about
thirty, superbly dressed and very hand
some. Perceiving Mr.. Pottridge and see
ing his glance fixed on her as she waited
tor her carriage, she eyed him with aris-
tocratic supercilliousness and thereby
settled her fate, for Smallborough's alder
man, who could not brook the disdain OF
q shoplitter, hurried into the mercers
and explained what had happened, speak
ing in so excited vojc, that number
of customers heard hil-..
Great cOmmoti0n was caused by his
announcement. and the shopman who
had served her was quickly fred by the
idea that he had let himself be outwitted.
Darting out of the. shop lie accostcd the
thief as she was stepping into her carriage
and said: sWill you come back it you
please? There is some mistake
ssWhat mistaken: asked she, turning
round with flash in her eyes. But she
grew ashly pile.
s.Comc back, please repeated the shop
maa, a pushing young man, whose voice
broke from emotion.
A small crowd had already collected
and the lady was obliged to retrace her
steps; but as she was about to enter the
shop she slipped her hand into her pock-
ct and let piece of lace fall on the pave
mont. ''No, ma'am, that wont do cried
Mr.. Pottridge, Selling the thief's wrist.
.You're going to pretend those things
fell by accident into the folds of your
dress; we know that trick. And ot1icious-
" acting as searcher be plunged his hand
into the pocket despite the ladys strug-
giles and threw out second piece of lace,
three cambria handkerchiefs, two pairs
Of new gloves, one pair Of silk stockings
and a lady's silk cravat. SWELL, I never!"
exclaimed the pushing shopman, and
there was murmur among the bystand-
ers, including the lady.s own footman,
who looked like 9 powdered figure oi
CONSERVATION. ..,..,. ~. l...s 4.
4. .sHow dare you!' screamed the lady,
purple with rage and norti6cation as she
glared at Mr. Pottridge; "1'll prosecute
YOU for assault. told the shopman here
that meant to buy these things. Let
the bill be sent to my address; I'm Mrs.
Pcunceforth- Keane."
"Ah, l dessay, responded the shopman,
"but I'm just going to give you into Gus
tody; and running to the door, he beck
.oned to a blre-coated member of the
force.
One of the partners Of the firm, grave,
civil-spoken man, who had been sum.
moned from his study, now came forward; :;
and he was at first disposed to rebuke
the haste of his shopman. but it was too
late. The nollcenlan had already entered,