Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-02-28

way . he added, correcting himself. you
see, the fog is so thick"
Yes replied the policeman with
grim smile. 1T is a bit thick-especiall
to gents that's got it both inside-an' out.
You take my advice, old chap, and toddle
'olne"
"Do you mean to suggest" Chorley
began Indignantly
That's quite enough, mister" said the
policeman, IF you want to be run ir,
say so. If not, you'll just behave your.
self"
The policeman drifted away into the
fog and Chorley lost sight of him before
he could decide upon a suitable form of
reply. There was nothing for it, there
fora but to proceed dismally on his way.
He walked on for about another half
| mile, as he reclloned, and then he came
| upon three or four small boys who were
squabhling about the ownership of pail
Of whitewash with a brush sticking up in
it. The ages of the boys averaged from
10 to 10. and as far as Chorley could
make out, the pail and its contents were
the proceeds of 2 small theft that had
been jointly conducted.
Chorley had a vague idea that he
ought to call for the police again; but
the memory of his recent experience did
not encourage him in the idea. Besides.
he had really no interest in anything now
except the whereabouts of the under
| ground station.
rs this the right way for the under
ground?" he inquired casually as he came
up to the boys.
"Yuss, guv'nor," replied one of them.
keep strife on. Wanter buy a pailful
O. whitewash, guvnor?"
Certainly not" replied Chorley. Il
hope you haven't stolen it."
"Oh, no, sir,'' said the boy with look
of mock humility, as he took hold of the
pail with one hand and the brush with
the other.
what are you going to do with itg
inquired Chorley sternly.
"We're a-givin' of it away, guynor,n
said the young ruflian. Gave bit?p
As he spoke the boy spl9shed the brush
of whitewash across Chorley's face. and
then with a yell of laughter the gang
flew Off, each of the boys taking a diff
ferent direction ia his hurry. Chorlev
splrStered out an angry cry, but he was
too busy for some moments wiping his
face with his handkerchief, to think of
tanning any St1P9 III PURSUIT.. As ne real
lied his helplessness he felt he could
have wept.
At that moment four-wheeled cab
came strolling by. Chorley at once hailed
it, and, in spite of the drivers refusal to
proceed at more than a walking pace, got
into it and told the man to drive to the
underground station. The progress of
the cab was snail-like, as the horse had
to be led all the way, but Chorley felt
that he was at least safe from molesta-
ton here. At one OF the crossroads the
cab had to stop for a moment or two,
on account of a block in the traffic A
seedy-looking man came up to the cab
and peeped in at the window Then he
tapped on the glass hurriedly and beck
oned to Chorley
Chorley lowered the sash and put his
head out of the window
What dye want ?" he asked testify
Only want to swap hats, guv'nor,. re-
piled the seedy man, snatching the nice
shiny hat from Chorley's head with a
swift deIterity and finging his own bat
tered wideawake in Chorley's face. At
the same moment the cab started for
ward with a jerk and Chorley realiaed
| the utter hopelessness of any attempt
to find the impudent thief He did not
feel secure until he was safely on the
underground railway, and even then he
kept as closely as possible to the guard
for the rest of his journey.-Anold
Goldsworthy in Pearson's Weekly,