Bisbee daily review., 1911-10-27
Miss Chittenden's s
 Purse

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 Yes. papa"
 You've lost your purse again."
 Yes"
 And $50 with itI"
 No, papa-only about S6 this time"
 Only! Only! Only S6i You speak as If we had thousands to throw away --as If s6 were only six shingle nails. Well, this is positively the last time that trust you with more ,han half a dollar at once Seventeen different times in the last two years you 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 1t in the usual way She had been behind time in her shopping and had i made rush for the depot and her [ train ct the last minute. In buying her ticket she had left her purse on < the shelf and made run for the gate The next person to approach the | ticket window after Miss Gladys was ! MT 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 a sky seraper on his desk but what is skyseraper compared to a young and handsome and unknown girl? He let the plans lie and took careful note Of he contents of the purse; s6 in cash, a key to trunk, a bit of red ribbon. a square of couTt-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 Mir Andef. son in Bridgeport II wasn't much of task to find. the family Of Chitten- den
 Permit me" said Mir Anderson as he halted and presented his card
 Architect, eh?" growIed the judge after putting on his glasses and read ! ing the name. Well. you can go right 5 on! was fool enough ro 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. i and"
 And it's none of your business if she was."
 MT. Anderson turned and went back i 10 the depot and took the train for home He would send the purse by mail. He would send 1t by express. He would send it by messenger-by 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 Hg [ 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 1 He worked on those skyscraper ' plans for three days and then hied ! him away to Bridgeport again. ! The judge was standing right there at his open gate again. and he was ] in even a worst temper than before. 1 lie recognized the architect half l block away, and was ready to cry out ct him.
 Didn't I say I did not require your i servicesi"
 q have not offered them.' was the calm reply
 Well. that's all right, but will you [ look at that mud heap right here on . the best street in town!"
 official laxity. I should say" That's it-that's itl We have got ! board. sir, that doesn't know enough to pound sand Why, it doesn't know ! sand when it sees it." q agree with you, and the members should be stirred up.
 You agree. eh? Shake hands, Ex- cUSe me fl was a little blunt the other day"
 Your daughter. sir. She was in New York, and
 Come income in. Gladys happens 10 be home now"
 And when they had entered the house and stood before the daughter he continued
 Gladys. gentleman to see you He agrees with ne 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 hi- leg, and Miss Gladys blushed as she thanked the finder. and bali an hour slipped away very pleasantly.
 Tn taking his deua rfure Mfr Andar.