Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-08-08

said Bob Clayton. "stay and have
some more izz." i
aNo. no" said Daisy, II haven't a
minute to spare Arthur, you'll get me
q hanson, won't your See, there 5 an
empty one below"
Brandon, smiling covertly at the Ia
miliar address. whistled the hansom'
and Daisy, bidding a hurried goO0-Dyei
ran down stairs after him.
Il say" said Brandon, as be $1,000
by the cab steps, when may see you
again? We ought to see lot OF escA
other-cOusins, you know,
en- write to you" said Daisy turn
ing and giving something 70 man
who claimed to have called the eaO'
whats the address," 81,
"Olympian Club, Picadilly, SAID
Brandon. Il say, let me pay the cab
man"
''No. certainly not, said Daisy
"Hammersmith statiOn-and quick,
please" -
Brandon stood with his hand in his
pocket watching the retreatlng haAsOli y. J,
drew II out with puzzled ar put II
back again and said gently. but nrmiy :
Domination" For somehow, some
where ana by someone the $50 which
were to purchase such delights had
been stolen. He ran upstairs and burst
into the room. "By JOye, you feiloWs
SIook here. Arthur said Clayton,
owe had my pocket picked. Nothing
left but q bunch of KEYS. lie held
the keys out plainly in the palm OF his
hand.
Then began an examination OF pocE-
ets. and. strange TO say, scarcely anyone
mad eseaped without loss. Even Mrs.
CLAYTON had lost her purse.
cts ridiculous said Charles Bag
shot .,. o,--
tTt,s an fnferlal nuisance. said Bran
don ~
ton.
ct cant understand" said Bob Clay
ton. "how on earth we all managed
ct beg your pardon, sad a clean
shaver man with a han race, VINO
stood in the doorway. having knocked
In vain during the confusion, but is
that young person who has just left
friend OF yours?
sNIiss Sweetenham Is this gentleman's
cousin" said Mrs Clayton. after a
slight pause Of surprise May l ask
what is the reasOn-
The stranger looked puzzled. and
cast an eve over Brandon.
ct think 7 ought to explain. said
brandon. chat she's not exactly
strictly speaking-my cousin it was
"a sort of joke. you know
"Do any OF you ladies or gentlemen
happen 10 miss anything from your
pOclets?" asked the stranger.
Good gracious, We've all missed
everything" said Mrs. Clayton, pite-
ously. Are you a detectives?
''I an" said the stranger, and I've
had my eve on that young lady for some
time. only I lost her IN the crowd. She's
the cIeverest pickpOcket in London"
"Whv don't you go after her and get
our money back?" cried Miss Clayton.
"Ah." said the detective. shes too
smart for that I shouldn't find any
thing on her. She'd have passed il all
before she was a dozen yards from the
door"
what rs her name asked CldylOu.
"WeH. sometimes it's Smithers, some
times it's the Honorable Constance
Nugent. In fact, it might be anything
except the real one. Might I ask what
name she gave TO YOU"
"Daisy," said Brandon, Daisy Sweet
enham"
Z The detective smiled grimly. eyes,
be said. that's her. That's Just what
)she is. She is a daisy and no mistake
3 after all" reflected Brandon 10 him
self as he returned TO town with four
and nine pence in loose change, L
would not so much have minded shaT-
ing my $50 with her. But think she
might have left me a trifie of it,"
Arthur Brandon spent his vacation at
the country vicarage after all More
over, his name does not now appear on
Mrs ClaytOn's visiting list.