The Raymer enterprise., 1914-01-29
SISTERS SABLE MufF
BY cLAuDlNE slssoN.

Good lands. but I've kicked a cat!"
Miss Lysle Teller. stenographer in
the city and living with her mother
In q suburban village, had been one
Of the last to leave the electric car,
and In the gloom Of winters evening
her foot had struck something soft
and furry and kicked 1t ahead OF her.
Here. pussy, pussy, pussy!" VI
But pussy did not respond with q
meow or reproach that she had been
kicked.
"My soul. but It's q muff!"
So 1t was, and OF the latest style
and very expensive one. or course.
someone who had passed that way
had lost 1t.
The next morning Miss Lysle asked
the car conductor, but he could not
help her out. She was carrying the
nun to the office with her, and on
the car with her was a hatchet.faced
young man who was given to Undue.
ton and inference. Here was girl
whose outfit did not cost over $35,
and yet she was carrying a sable
mum that must have cost hundreds.
When Miss Lysle left the suburban
car In the city the young man crowd.
ed forward and lifted his hat and
said:
1T Is about the muff wish to speak
to you"
"O-h.h!"
my sister will be 80 glad!"
Then 1t was Jour sister who"
Il was about to advertise the loss
Of the fur suavely observed the
young man.
A young man who didn't like the
look Of the hatchet-faced one at all
had halted within hearing distance,
and he now stepped forward and said
to Miss Lysle:
Il beg your pardon, but is thai
young man annoying you?"
He claims that his sister lost thia
mum, and don't believe him."
You found it, did you?"
Eyes, sir"
Better advertise for an owner. Az
for this fellow here, If he doesn't take
himself of I'll call an officer. He's a
fraud and swindle! Good morning.
The young man took himself of,
but he rode down town on the same
car with Miss Lysle. Just the same,
and followed her to the office where
she was employed. If he could get
hold Of that mum 1t would be $50 In
his pocket
Miss Lysle's brother Ben, the rising
young lawyer. had advised her to ad,
vertise her find. At the Office she was
advised to wait a day and let the loser
advertise. She adopted this plan
When she started for home in the
evening she carried the muff with
her.
The hatchet-faced young man wal
waiting to follow her. That sable
muff was great temptation to him.
Mr.. Clyde Melton, the young sculp
tor, came along just as the girl step
ped to the walk and he followed on
not because be was seeking q fiirta
tion-not because he identified her as
the girl Of the morning whose part
he had taken against hatchet-face, but
because he had received a message
from his sister In the same suburb
Miss Lylse lived In stating that some
thing awful had happened and he
must come as soon as ever he could
And SO the trio rode on until the
All out!" Of the conductor was shout.
ed. Then there was scramble, and
Miss Lysle hurried away, the thief fol
owed, and the sculptor almost ran.
The thief was too precipitate. He at.
tackled the girl while the sculptor was
yet within hearing. Her screams as
she fought with one hand and held
on to the muff with the other brought
Mr.. Melton back. and he recognized
the assailant at once.
Right and justice seldom triumph
but this was one Of the exceptions
The thief was knocked down. He was
punched. He was battered. He was
choked. He had his eyes BACKED and
his nose skinned. He was jerked te
his feet and kicked around the cor
ner, and the sculptor turned to re
ceive the, thanks of the girl with the
sable mutt.
She had disappeared!
Ten minutes later his sister was
weepingly saying to him:
"oh, Clyde, it's awful-just awful
Baby dead?"
mo. I've lost that new sable mun
that bought the other day!"
Sable mum"
Yes. / lost 1t on the street com
ing from the car"
"But you have advertised IT."
mo. Fred is away, you know, and
! didn't know how to get an advertise
ment to the city papers. What OF
earth shall do?'
Cease to weep and I'll find your
muff."
The sculptor went back to the spot
He didn't look for the girls tracks
He walked two blocks down a side
street and then rang a bell. Luck hat