The Dickinson press., 1897-06-26
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The other evening the head; Of the
news staff Of a local daily was
standing in front OF the Palmer
House. An elegantly dressed young
woman suddenly stopped before
him. and with evident embarrass-
ment inquired the way to the Casino.
The direction was given, and the
newspaper man added that the place
was closed ,4al5 Z, s7;s agt2 y
.'Closed 9" echoed, the woman in
surprise.
Yves. It hasn't been open Tor sew
eral MONTHS" ,gssae a,t5 4
'.'Oh, WE'LL" she continued, 81
guess it is all right anyway. lam
a stranger in the city. A gentleman
and his wife from New York asked
me to meet them at 8 o'clock in
front of the Casino to go to the
theater. supposed we were going
toSthe Casino. My friends evidently
are going to some other theater and
asked me to meet them where they
thought would be most convenient
for me-"
She thanked him, gave him a
smile which he remembered after
ward and passed on. A minute later
the newspaper man threw away the
remnant of his cigar. A bit of ashes,
caught by the wind, fell upon his
coal lapel. In brushing it off his
hand accidentally touched his era
vat. The scarfpin which had nestled
there a moment before was gone.
'It wasn't worth a dollar any
way" he said to himself consoling-
ly, "and she's welcome to it. But
I'd like to know how she did it.
There's great story in that wom-
ap if could only find her again and
make her talk
His intended visit to the theater
was given up forthwith, and he be-
gan patrolling the down town streets
in search for that story. An hour
later he came face to face with the
woman he was looking for. She evil
IDENTIFY had seen him first, but she
made no attempt to avoid him.
II want you," he said bluntly.
She laughed. "Well," she said,
81 suppose all Of us sometimes want
what we can't get"
And some Of u.s." he added, '.it
seems, help ourselves to whatever
we want"
"oh, did you miss it reallys" she
asked, smiling like houri. II
couldn't help taking it, you know;
really couldn't. But it wasn't
worth keeping, after all. You'll find
itin your left hand overcoat pocket. {"
And he did. Come" he said,
"there's restaurant across the
street. lowe you a dinner"
When the last particle Of the
broiled lobster had been washed
down and she had told a fairy story
which he mentally concluded would
make at least a column, they arose
to go.
''Do you know" she said, "you
were pretty lucky tonight Well,
you were. When ! was talking to
you on the street, tried for your
watch. Your coat was buttoned, and
it covered the pocket so tightly that
I couldn't get the watch without
your noticing it. see," she con-
tinued, pointing to his tightly but
toned cutaway, II couldn't get my
hand under there without your
knowing it. Notice how tight the
coat is over that pocket. There's a
pointer for you-always keep your
coat buttoned in a crowd. Then
you're safe.''
The newspaper man offered to
escort his companion to her hotel.
She declined. He insisted. She
hailed a passing hanson, jumped in
and was whirled away. He lighted
another cigar and strolled toward
the theater. He wondered if he
would be in time to see the second
act.
What he eaid when he reached for
his watch couldn't be printed. Chi
cago Times Herald.