The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-08-26

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could tell me how to win her. Please
do It,"
Sure you can," said Mindil. You
can do anything. said it to Pincus--
1 said 1t to you or to anybody. Go
ahead, Herr Einstein, and tell Pincus
Leben how to win the girl. He ought
to be married long ago."
A smile crossed the great detectives
face. Il have had something TO do
with most kind of cases, but never
before was l called upon to advise In
a love affair I'll do my best. and I
seldom fail. Herr Pincus Cohen. at
ten;ionl"
"Zu befehl," said Pincus. saluting
He was a member of the Rosenstein
Miners and Sappers' corps, attached
to the state national guard.
Ibid you ever do anything like a
hero? That's what wins women" said
IgnatZ.
Once | stopped a horse that was
trotting down the road without anyone
In the wagon. and 1t looked as though
1t would run over Miss Sarah Miner
She saw me do it. aver did not think
much about It, That's the nearest
ever come to doing anything brave. l
can't brag about 1t. though. Miss Gold
wasser would likely laugh at me-"
Can you swim?" asked Mr.. Elm
stein.
1T is one thing I can do fairly
WELL" said Pincus.
Take her out walking along the
East river some day. get a man to fall
In for you, and then jump in and res
cue him; it looks brave and probably
WILL win the young lady"
Good ideal" exclaimed Mr.. Phillip
stein. "I'll be the man to fall in. 1
been the best swimmer in Browns
Vile. Won a medal at College Point
at the Eisenstein Club outing last
summer"
THAT man is ILL" exclaimed Miss
Goldwasser. Look at him; l think he
is going to fall into the river. Run up
and catch him before he gets in"
Mr.. Cohen would like to have done
so very much, as the wish to be hero
that day had entirely departed from
him. Before, however he had fairly
started for Mr.. Philipstein, who now
was only few yards ahead, the lat
ter had given grooming cry and
fallen with splash into the river.
Mr. Cohen echoed the groan. He jus.
remembered that he had not prepared
for jumping into the water and was
wearing his costly Sunday suit with
his gold watch. and that goodly roll
Of bills was in his pocket, which sure
ly would be spoiled by the water. He
began to take off his coat with no en-
thusiasm.
Miss Goldwasser screamed: Help
him. Get him Quit"
Mr.. Cohen reluctantly approached
the edge. Mr. Phillipstein had come
to the surface and was treading water
and floating along with the tide He
had on an old suit, and instead of a
coat wore a tight-ftting sweater.
Save me-" he said, and waved en-
couragingly to Pincus.
With despair in his heart Mr. Cohen
threw down his coat. handed hi roll
Of bills to Miss Goldwasser and care
fully entered the water. To make II
realistic Mr. Phillipstein clutched-him
with what he imagined was the grip OF
a drowning man and whispered: I'll
sink again and pull you down with
me. You are doing fine, only show a
little more energy. You act like you
was afraid"
Whereupon Mr.. Philliprteil sank
into the water and dragged the fren
zied Pincus, who was fair swimmer
but hated the water. along with him
When they arose Mr.. Cohen gave a
loud cry. Miss Goldwssser gas run
ming along the bank with long stick