The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-09-08
/ Dawson. When I was 5O yards off. I saw

and TOUR walters SUo0d rOund MN III Ols-
consulate attitudes. One or two of his
r~emarks-he was talking very loud
reached my ears. l changed my mind.
I would wcit till he was calmer. |
turned away, but at that instant Daw-
son caught sight of me. A second later
he was pouring the story of his wrongs
into my ear.
Here came my fatal weakness. let
him go on. He took me by the arm and
walked me off. could not escape him,
and all the. way he Numbered against
the thief.
ssIf it costs me ECO, I'll bring him to
justice!" he declared. Really | dared
not break it to him just yet. +
Suddenly from round a sharp corner
there came upon us-almost running in
to us-Lydia Lovelock herself, with
Dawson's umbrella in her hand. He
had been narrowly scanning every UNI
brella we passed. He scanned this one
and cried, darting forward:
"ME umbrellal'
With little scream Lydia turned and
fled. Dawson was after her like an ar
row. l pursued Dawson. Why, oh,
why, did she run away? Surely she must
have recognized me.
It was a very quiet street we were run
ming up, and u strange procession at
tracted little notice. The chase was Don
over. ] caught Dawson just as he caught
Lydia. For a moment we all stood pant
ing. Then Dawson gasped again: my
umbrella! Thief"
Lydia seemed very agitated. Of course
1 came to her rescue. Avoiding Daw-
sons eye, l hastily told my shameful
tale. Lydia's face frightened, but still
there was apprehension in her looks.
This lady, believe me-" 1 said, sis en-
tirely blameless. Of course she thought
the umbrella was my own My sole con-
ISOLATION, Dawson, is to think that had
you been in my place you would have
done the same"
ly, ''why it consoles you to think me a
a thief"
I preserved dignifed silence.
However" he continued, "if this
young 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.
eff you would be so kind" she
stammered, "as 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,
"but, as you observe, the weather is
threatening, and I want my umbrella.
Kindly give it me-"
"Really. Dawson, to oblige a LADY,
began.
why don't you buy her an umbrel-
la?" sneered Dawson.
eff she would accept it, 1 should be-
I stopped. To my surprise, Lydia laid
her hand on my arm and said: "Oh, do,
please! And may I keep this till we get
to the shop?'
Ibid not understand her, but we turned
round and began to walk, looking for a
shop. She was a very strange girl. She
Jagged behind. had to wait twice for
her. Once she took a turning as though
to leave US, and when I called her back
she pouted.
Suddenly Dawson looked up.
sit rains" he said.
PUT up the umbrella" said Dawson
roughly.
"Let the lady have it," said I indig-
nantly.
"We'l 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 a muttert
oath, Dawson snatched the umbrel,
from her. Lydia shrieked and ran ava
like a frightened rabbit-ran at the to
of her speed up the street again.
"Stop, stop" I cried. "Stop, my dear
Miss Lovelock."
,"Holy powers!' exclaimed Dawson.
He had opened the umbrella. As he did
so there was a thud on the pavement
two, three thuds. In amaze I looked
down. There lay a silver cigarette case,
two purses and a gold watch. Dawson
burst into maniacal laughter as he point
ed at Lydia's r~etreating figure. That
girl could run.
For a moment I stood d~umfounded.
What a revelationi Dawson chuckled in
satanic glee. Sadly I stopped down and
picked up the purses, the cigarette case
and the watch.
"Great Scott" l cried, and my hand
flew to my waistcoat pocket.
It was my watchl
I did not prosecute Lydia because
could not have overtaken her, and for
other reasons. It was altogether too
sad, too disheartening, too disappoint-
ing a discovery. Dawson, however, OBJ
served that it seemed to him an excel
lent example of poetic justice in real life.
st. James Gazette.
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