The Pageland journal. [volume] (Pageland, S.C.) 1911-1978, 1914-11-11

opera, for which
he had a weak
ness; particularly opera of spec
tacular nature requiring a large and
good-looking chorus.
Upon the billboards there appeared
the flaming pictures and large type
announcing the coming Of . much
talked-of musical extravaganza. Pass
ing the box-office Mr.. Scarlet was un.
The next morning as he donned
his waistcoat a single thread broke
and button fell to the floor
Great Scott" he exclaimed. II
can't go into court with a button off,"
Perhaps I can fasten It," smiled
PAMELA
With sigh Of relief he tore on the
waistcoat, handing it to her as she re-
turned with needle and thread Then
he went to the library to collect some
papers.
After sewing on the button, Mrs.
Scarlet gave the waistcoat a shake.
A small envelope containing a matt
nee ticket fiuttered to her feet
Snatching up her scissors she cut
down postal card to the exact size
OF the ticket Inserting the counter
felt she sealed the envelope
Precisely at two o'clock Francis
Scarlet, with a flower in his button
hole, entered the theator lobby. Tear.
ing open the envelope he drew out tho
bogus ticket.
What in thunder is this!" he e1-
claimed
For some weeks small articles and
loose coin had disappeared from the
office. Suspicion lay between the
clerks and the janitor
Having an acquaintance with the
opera house manager he explained the
circumstances, with view to catch
ing the thief.
DO you remember the location of
your seat?" he inquired.
No. 5; Row 1; Center"
go in and enjoy the show" sug.
gested the manager. 'Tll watch for
the culprit."
/ !5iiVr cry vri-ur cspeu IAuy present
ed ticket No. 5; Row 1 Center.
At q sign from the MANAGER an ON
Ger approached.
Guess you'll have to come Ions
With me, lady"
"Sir,"
You're under arrest" he affirmed
BY this time the attention Of tn,
late comers was attracted and a Grove
blocked the entrance
Come. hurry her out Of here" com
manded the manager
I'm Mr.. Scarlet's wife," informe,
PAMELA.
You can tell that to the sergeant.
sneered the policeman.
O Before she knew 1t she was rattlin,
down the street in the patrol wagon
At the station-house she failed to con
vince any one Of her identity. Dir
threats OF vengeance, and pleading
that would melt a stone made littI
Impression upon the sergeant. Th
most she gained was permission to ST
In his Office until Mr.. Scarlet Ar
peared
Hello! Yes, this is the police ct.
tion. That you, Mr.. Scarlet? w
got her safe enough Says she
your wife. What's that? Wife gon
to club meeting. Oh, yes, I'll hol
her till Monday morning. Good.b
Calling the matron, the sergeap
gave orders to have the prisoner bel
for trial.
Back to his seat went Mr.. ScarIe
for the final act. BY the time h
reached home 1t was nearly eigt
o'clock. The telephone bell was rim,
ing furiously as he entered the hous,
"Hello!"
This is the polIce-station," a,
swered the sergeant. THE lady bo
club membership cards with yor
wife's name"
why didn't she show them in th
nrst place." interrupted Scarle
She's trying to fool you"
Says she didn't think OF It." CO,
tinued the sergeant "Of course st
Is lying, but you'd better come dow
and see about It."
Securing cab Scarlet drove to til
station at breakneck pace.
When he entered the sergeant's O
flee PAMELA threw herself into h
arms, exclaiming:
Francis! how could you do II
Take me away from here"
TITS all mistake. sergeant. Com