The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-10-27
JAMIE JONES NOW JosHED
ABOUT UMBRELLAS
Sarcastic Lady, a Bundle of These Rain
Shedders and Trolley.

If you mention the word umbrella in
the presence of Mr.. Jones, of Keap street,
he will look at you in puzzlIng way
and then broad grin will o'erspread his
countenance. By this time you have
realized, no doubt, that his. name is rAt
Jones at all, but that Will do for the tell
ing of that story. For arguments sake,
we will admit that he does not live in
Keap street. During the rainy weather
OF last week MIR. Jones, who is employed
in confidential capacity in Manhattan,
was greatly put out because Of the fact
that the four umbrellas of which he was
the owner were more or less in dilapi-
dated state. The second day as he was
leaving his home for business. he said
to Mrs Jones.
81 guess 1 may as well bring those UNI
brellas to the mender and have them
fixed
Mrs. Jones said she guessed he'd better.
er and left them. That day it certainly
did rain. Mr. Jones believes In hay
ing luncheon at noon hour and as the
clock struck II he put on his coat and
Journeyed to small restaurant not far
from his place of business. 1t is hardly
necessary to say that Mr. Jones is lit
pered he will not take exception to that
statement. The gentlemen who told the
story say that he is a little absent mind
ed Absent minded in something's only,
OF course. For instance, Mr.. Jones new
er forgot to go to luncheon. But that is
getting away from the main. point of the
story. Mr.. Jones entered the restaurant
placed his hat on the hatrack and sat
down. He was soon engrossed in the
menu. He did not noticed rather sty-
Hshly-dressed woman who seated herself
very busy man, did not waste much time
IN eating his luncheon When he got
through he jumped up, slapped on his
hat and grabbed up an umbrella.
Pardon me-" said the aforementioned
young lady But that is my umbrella
peg your pardon thousand times -
said Mr. Jones, bowling very low, IT am a
| little absent-minded and"
oh, no apology is necessary" replied
the young woman, smiling brightly. las
long as you did not get away with it no
harm was DONE"
Mr.. Jones colored. Did she mean to in
sinuate that he had tried to steal the
umbrella? Clearly she did. Well, Mr.
19nes being EN- t.; very busy man s soon dis
fore he had reached the Office he forgot
all about it. The afternoon passed very
rapidly fol, Mr.. Jones 1t was o'clock
before he knew it. At that hour he put
on his hat and coat, made his way quick
ly to the umbrella mender and Jumped
on q Gushing shin avenue car for this b9r
ough at the Manhattan end of the
bridge. He sat in the middle of the car
| and soon became engrossed in his paper
The car had got just across the bridge
When Mr.. Jones became uncomfortable.
| He realized that somebody had his or her
! eyes fastened on him. That is a very
disagreeable predicament to be placed in
However. he kept his eyes on his news :
paper as long as. he could and then he
1 glanced up. Imagine his surprise when
| he found the young woman he had met
IN the restaurant seated right opposite
The woman smiled. looked at the four
| umbrellas in Mr.. Jones' hands and then
looked up at the roof of the car Mr.
| Jones colored to the roots of his hair
| Soon after the woman got up to leave
| the car. AS. she passed Mr.. Jones she
| quietly remarked:
| You've been doing a land office buy-
ness, evidently
Mr.. Jones was so agitated when he
reached home that he told his wife the
story and later to number of friends
That's how it got out.