Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1893-08-24

Dawson's umbrella In her hand. He
had been narrowly scanning every lm-
brella we passed. He scanned this one.
and cried, darling forward:
'sMy umbrella!''
With little scream Lydia turned
and fled. Dawson was after her like
an arrow. pursued Dawson. Why, oh,
why, did she run away? Surely she
must have recognized me.
1t was a very quiet street we were
running up, and our strange procession
attracted little. notice. The chase was
soon over. caught Dawson just as he
caught Lydia For a moment we all
stood painting. Then Dawson gasped:
my umbrella! Theft
Lydia seemed very agitated. Ofcourse
| came to her rescue. Avoiding Daw-
sons eye, i hastily told my shameful
tale. Lydia's face frightened, but still
there was apprehension in her looks.
This laely, believe me-" said, xis
entirely blameless. OF course she
thought the umbrella was my own.
My sole consolation, Dawson, is to
think that had you been in my place
you would have done the same
II don't see,'' remarked Dawson,
rudely, why it consoles you to think
me a thief -
I preserved a dignified silence.
However,, he ontinued, 'sif this
yonng lady has quite finished with my
property, perhaps she will be good
enough to give it me back"
| Lydia did not take the hint. She
chung to the umbrella.
Tiff you would be so kind" she
stammered, 'sas to lend it to me for to-
day-the weather is still threatening
| would return it tomorrow"
''Your request, madam, is a modest
one" answered Dawson, sarcastically;
| s'but, as you observe, the weather is
| threatening and want my umbrella
Kindly give it me-"
Really, Dawson, to oblige lady
| began.
"Why don't you buy her an UNI
| brella?" sneered Dawson.
''If she would accept it, / should
be" l stopped. To my surprise,
Lydia laid her hand on my arm and
said: "Oh, do. please! And may keep
this till we get to the shop?''
/ did not understand her; but we
turned round and began to walk, look
ing for a shop. She was very strange
girl. She Jagged behind; had to wait
twice for her Once she took turning
called her back she pouted.
Suddenly Dawson looked up.
SIT rains,'' he said.
It did
''Put up the umbrella" said Dawson,
roughly.
''Let the lady have it, said 1, indig-
nantly.
'We'll share it," grinned Dawson.
'You can get wet
But Lydia did not put it up
''The rains not much" she faltered.
It was now pouring. With muttered
oath, Dawson snatched the umbrella
from her. Lydia shrieked and ran away
like frightened rabbit-ran at the top
of her speed up the street again.
Stop, stopv' / cried. ssStop, my dear
Miss Lovelock'
Holy powers!' exclaimed Dawson.
He had opened the umbrella; "a he
did so there was thud on the pave
ment-two, three thuds. In aA,hze I
looked down: There lay silver cigar
ette-case, two purses and a gold watch
| Dawson burst into maniacal laughter
as he pointed at Lydia's retreaSing fig
ure. That girl could run.
| For moment stood dulilfounded.
| What revelation Dawson chuckled
in Satanic glee. Sadly l stopped down
and picked up the purses, the cigar
ette-case and the watch.
"Great p I cried; and my hand
few to my waistcoat-pocket.
It was my watch.
| did not prosecute Lydia, because
could not have overtaken her, and for
other reasons. It was altogether too
sad, too disheartening, too disappoint-
ing discovery. Dawson, however.
observed that it seemed to aim an ex-
cellent example of poetic justice in real
| life.-St. James Gazette.