New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-09-06

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t;oasolate attitudes tlne or two Of his
.S.narks -h- was talking very loud -:
reached my ears. | changed my mind.
would wait till 4 he, was calmer. i
turned away, but at chat instant DawsI
son caught sight Of me. A second later
he was pouring the story of his wrongs
into my ear. W 4.
Here came my fatal weakness. let;
him 60 on. He took me by the arm and
walked me Oft. could not escape him.
and all the way he numbered against
the th;ef.
IF it costs me ego. I'll bring Vim to
justice!' he declared. Really dared
not break it to him just yet.
Suddenly from. round . 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 um-
brella we passed. He scanned this one
and cried, darting forward:
my UMBRELLA
With a little scream Lydia turned and
fled. Dawson was after her like an ar
row. l pursued Dawson. Why. oh,
why. did she run away2 Surely she must
have recognized me.
1t was very quiet street we were run
ming up, and our strange procession at
tracted little notice. The chase was soon
over. caught Dawson just rs he caught
Lydia. For a moment we all stood pant
ing. Then Dawson gasped again: MY
umbrella! Thief" z... +. 49,, 3 !
Lydia seemed very agitated. Of course
came to her rescue. Avoiding Daw-
sons eye. hastily told my shameful
tale. Lydia's face frightened, but still
there was apprehension in her looks
This lady, believe me- said, lis 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"
II don't see," remarked Dawson rude
ly, "why it consoles you to think me a
thief
preserved dignifed silence
However" he continued, IF this
young lady has quite finished with my
property, perhaps she will he good enough
to give it me back
Lydia did not take the hint. She chung
to the umbrella.
''If-if you would be so kind" she
stanlmered, ''as to lend it to me for to-
6ay-the weather is still threatening-l
would return it tomorrow
your request, madam, is modest
one," answered Dawson sarcastically.
''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 umbrel-
la?' sneered Dawson.
IF she would accept it, | should be-
stepped. 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"
Ibid not understand her, but we turned
rOunl and began to walk, looking for a
shop. She Was a very strange girl. She
lass;ssA behind. had to wait twice for
heI. Once she took a turning as though
to leave US, and when called her back
she pOutcu.
Suddenly Dawson looked up
1T rains" he said.
1t did rain.
Put up the umbrella" said Dawson
roughly.
Let the lady have it." said indig-
nanciy.
"We'l share it," grinned Dawson.
you can get Wet
But Lydia did not put it up.
";IEc ruins not much" she faltered.
1t was now pouring. With muttered
oath, Dawson snatched the umbrella
from har. Lydia shrielzed and ran away
like u frightened rabbit-ran at the ton
| of her speed up the street again.
''stop, stop!'' cried. "stop, my dear
Miss Loveloc}."
''Holy powers!' exclaimed Dawson.
He had opened the umbrella. AS he did
so there was thud on the pavement
two, three thuds. In amaze I looked
down. There lay silver cigarette case,
two purses and a gold watch. Dawson
burst into maniacal laughter as he point
GU eIV ~ u1d IeCitstCluS inquire. lQaC
girl could run. ..>-.-
For a moment stood dumfounded.
What revelation! Dawson chuckled in
satanic glee. Sadly stopped down and
picked up the purses, the cigarette case
| and the watch. -,. ..--
"Great Scottr' l cried, and my hand
flew to my waistcoat pocket. =,
It was my watch! ..-... 3"
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, OBJ
served that it seemed to him an excel
! lent example Of poetic justice in real life.
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