Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1911-08-18
Miss Chittenden's S
Purse

You've lost your purse again!"
Yes"
And $50 with it,"
No. papa-only about Sc this time"
Only! Only! Only Sc! You speak
as If we had thousands to throw away
as if Sc were only six shingle nails!
Well, this is positively the last time
that | trust you with more than half
dollar at once. Seventeen different
times in the last two years yox have.
lost your purse!" -
That was the homecoming of Miss
Gladys Chittenden as she got back to
bridgeport from a run down to the
city to do some shopping. Miss Gladys
was the daughter of ex-Judge Chit
tenden, retired from the bench and
raising few chickens and making
himself disagreeable to the neighbors
on the block where he dwelt He was
a widower. and the girl was his only
child
Miss Gladys had lost her purse
lost it in the usual way. She had been
behind time in her shopping and had
made rush for the depot and her
train at the last minute. In buying
her ticket she had left her purse on
the shelf and made a run for the gate
The next person to approach the
ticket window after Miss Gladys was
Mr.. Will Anderson, young architect
He wanted to make some inquiries
about trains. He had taken notice of
the young lady, and when the purse
fell under his eyes he lost a minute
In wondering and then hurried after
her.
But she was gone. Mr.. Anderson
pocketed the purse and started for his
office. He had the plans of sky
scraper on his desk, but what is a
skyscraper compared to a young and
handsome and unknown girl? He let
the plans lie and took careful note of
the contents of the purse Sc in cash,
key to trunk, bit of red ribbon.
a square of court-plaster, a tiny little
knife-and three or four address
cards.
He had the clew. Miss Gladys Chit
tenden, Bridgeport. Conn" No street
no number.
Three days later found Mr.. Ander-
son in Bridgeport. 1t wasn't much of
a task to find the family of Chitten-
den.
Permit me-" said Mr.. Anderson as
he halted and presented his card.
Architect, eh?" growled the Judge
after putting on his glasses and read
ing the name. We'll, you can go right
on! | was fool enough to have an
architect plan this house. and he had
the stairways all running down cellar
instead of upstairs"
Your daughter, sir"
Never you mind my daughter She
doesn't want any chicken coops built"
"She was in the city the other day;
and"
And it's nCne of your business If
she was,"
Mr.. Anderson turned and went back
to the depot and took the train for
home. He would send the purse by
mail. He would send it by express.
He would send it by messenger-by a
big, husky messenger who would
throw the Judge over his own gate If
he didn't improve his conduct. No, he
would do nothing of the kind. He
wouldn't be bluffed. He would see
Miss Gladys and explain, and then
proceed to fall in love with and marry
her if his life paid the forfeit
He worked on those skyscraper
plans for three days and then hied
him away to Bridgeport again.
~
at his open gate again, and he was
in even a worst temper than before.
He recognized the architect half a
block away. and was ready to cry out
at him.
Didn't l say I did not require your
services!"
q have not offered them." was the
calm reply.
We'll. that's all right, but will you
look at that mud heap right here on
the best street in town."
"Oficial laXity, l should say
That's it-that's it! We have got a
board. sir that doesn't know enough to
pound sand Why; it doesn't know
sand when it sees it,"
Il agree with you. and the members
should be stirred up"
You agree, Ell? Shake hands. Ex-
crse me if | was little blunt the
other day"
Your daughter, sir. She was in
New York, and"
Come Income in. Gladys happens
to be home now"
And when they had entered the
house and stood before the daughter.
be continued:
Gladys, gentleman to see you. He
agrees with me perfectly as to the
board of public WORKS"
The story of the lost and found
purse came out, and was laughed over,
and the Judge chuckled and slapped
hi5 leg. and Miss GLADYS blushed as