Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-09-08

bles. stating at the same time that he
couldn't for the life of him make out
whittier they had departed.
Have you been brushin' up agin any
body?' inquired the cop behind the police
station desk.
The buyer replied in the negative. Sud-
denly remembering. however. he told the
desk sergeant that he had assisted faint
ing young woman into cab on 9Th avenue
a short time before he discovered that his
jewery and cash had taken wings.
What did tn goil look like?" asked the
cop.
The who,e-souled Georgia buyer described
the young woman, laying some stress upon
her childish. innocent face and her great,
gray, pleading eyes. The cop behind the
desk grinned as he listened.
That's 'Totterin' Jennie you're talkin'
about" he said to the amazed buyer from
Georgia. "Faintin' on tn streets her per-
ticker graft, mex t bitin off di'mon studs.
She's got your stuff. all right, papa, an III
sen some chasers after her.
However, Tottering Jennie has incon-
siderately declined to make her appearance
up to the present writing, and the Georgia
buyer has returned to his thriving hamlet
with a whole lot less knightlness in his
composition that he possessed only two
brief. feeting weeks ago, before his train
pulled into Jersey City.
He Knew the Real Thing.
Another Of the visiting buyers went into
thu cafe of one of the noted Broadway
hotels to look over the famous collection of
paintings there on view, when his attention
was attracted by a good-natured little ar
gCment that was going on between four
men near to where he stood. One CT the
men. n very swagger-looking chap, was
carrying an umbrella. set in the handle of
which was large stone-it was of at least
eight karatS-that had all of the fascinating
glister Of diamond. A countrified-looking
chap had asked the swagger-looking chap
for q look at the stone. and was almiring
It hugely, with many whistled calculations
of astoniShment
And is it genooine diamond" the
commissioning chap inquired.
Well. it looks like 1t. doesn't it, re-
piled the swagger-looking chap who owned
the umbrella.
Now. what do you want to deceive the
man for, George" put in one of the friends
of the swell. You know blamed well that
that stone is a counterfeit"
TN bet you s2oo it's a genuine stone"
said the owner of the umbrella, with some
apparent heat.
You're on" said the man who had ques-
tened the genuineness Of the stone reach
ins: into his wallet and stripping off two
500 bills.
AND I'll bet you a hundred myself
b'gosh, that it's real. sure-enough stone"
said the countrified-looking fellow. produce
ing his money and addressing the doubling
Thomas.
1t right at this point that the buy
ef CUT IN. lie was perfectly positive in his
mind. Of course that the stone in the
umbrella handle was the merest bit OF paste
and he asked to look at it. The swagger-
locking chap handed 1t over.
why" said the buyer, with the air of
com oisseur, anybody could see that It's
only a piece of glass
That so?" said the owner Of the UNI
bIella. I've got another $500, or $500, for
that matter, that says it's straight dia-
mend "
It looked like easy money to the buyer.
who was already somewhat infected by all
Of the sporty talk to which he had been lis