Evening journal., 1897-05-27
the Northern Central Railway and
s3,252 on the Philadelphia, Whining
ton and Baltimore railroad
THICK FcR TRICK.
This Woman Had Great Iiend for
Schensing.

ScheHing.
\ small boy had thrown stone
through the basement window, and the
landlady sent the maid of all work
around the corner TO n glazier's. There
was only one corner of the big sheet
OF glass broker, but it would have been
unsafe to leave it.
1T will be two dollars" the glazier
said, looking the job over, and after a
little wraugling over the price the land
lady told him to go ahead.
When he was gone for the glass the
landlady said to the girl:
You see, l can get glass for that
picture in the dining-room out of this,
and will be just that much ahead"
There was a good deal of "clutterng
up" about the work, but it was done,
finally, the glazier was paid, and went.
Ten minutes later the landlady went out
to look at the piece of glass that was
left, but it was gone.
'lIe took it with him." the girl said.
'Wen, go right over there and bring
it back" she said, tartly. you knew 1
wanted the glass"
The girl was gone five minutes, and
she returned without it.
"IIe won't give it up. He says accord
ing to the rules of the shop that il be-
longs to him."
The rules of the shop, indeedl I'll
show him." and she put on her bonnet
with little toss which looked bad for
the glazier.
But he stood his ground, unexpected
". There was the glass on the counter,
but he stood close over it, protesting:
ut vhas der rules of der shop"
well, you'll see, when my husband
comes home,". she said at last, backing
out of the door, but the glazier only
smiled.
Sure enough, the husband was bent
on having the glass.
Come over and point it out to me,
and I'll fix him." he said, doggedly.
The glazier saw them coming, but he
was defiant.
"see here" began the husband
you've stolen piece of window glass
out of my house"
"No, no; it vhas der rules Of der"
"Hang the rules Where is the
glass ?" turning to his wife. She point
ed to it lying under a work bench. The
husband reached for it and started oui
of the shop.
In an instant the proprietor was OF
the sidewalk, dancing on one leg, wav
ing his arms and shouting:
''Bolicel Bolcel"
Rather than face the trouble the mar
laid the glass down and the two left th,
shop, walking brisllly till they turned
corner.
"But just wait!" muttered the lttl
woman.
Two days later there was u ring a
the bell which the landlady answered
: a boy in q tradesman's blouse was hes
3 iiating in the door.
"Nir. Glazingstein wants the hamme
; he left here the other day"
80. no." chuckled the landlady. "it'
the rules of the shop that never Civ
hammers back when they are left here.
The boy looked abashed.
t "I'll tell you," said the landlady
! "you go back and say that when he re
p turns my glass we'll talk about tn
hammer"
, The boy went and in few minute
! he came back with the glass.
That's more like H." said the lant
lady, taking the pane from him; mo-
$ 90 back and tell that old skinhint tina
haven't seen his old hammer"
And she hadn't. for little later sh
saw the boy come out of q house on th
a opposite side of the street carrying th
r missing article.
= But the glass is now in picture fran
: on her dining-room wall.-ChicagoT TT
= bune.