The Newport plain talk. (Newport, Tenn.) 1909-1939, 1914-09-30

he had weak
ness; particularly opera Of spec
tacular nature requiring 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.
able to resist the purchase of seat.
The next morning as he donned
his waistcoat a single thread broke
and button fell to the floor.
Great Scott" he exclaimed. Il
can't go into court with button off,"
Perhaps can fasten it," smiled
PAMELA.
With sigh of relief he tore off 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 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 flower in his button.
hole, entered the theater lobby. Tear.
ing open the envelope he drew outthe
bogus ticket.
What in thunder is .this!" he ex.
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 a view to catch
ing the thief.
do you remember the location Of
your seat?' he inquired.
| mo. g. Row 1; Center"
Go in and enjoy the show" sug
gested the manager. I'll watch fol-
the culprit"
Shortly a well-dressed lady present
ed ticket No. 8; Row L.. Center.
At sign from the manager an ON,
Ger approached.
Guess you'll have to come long
with me, lady"
"Sir!"
You're under arrest" he affirmed.
BY this time the attention of the
late corners was attracted and crowd
blocked the entrance.
Come, hurry her out Of here" com
manded the manager.
I'm Mr.. Scarlet's wife," informed
PAMELA.
you can tell that to the sergeant,
sneered the policeman.
Before she knew 1t she was rafting
down the street in the patrol wagon
At the station-house she failed to con
; vince any one of her identity. Dire
threats of vengeance, and pleadir cs
that would melt a stone made little
impression upon the sergeant. TIE
most she gained was permission to si
in his Office until Mr.. Scarlet ap
peared.
Hello! Yes, this is the police sta
!, ton. That you, Mr.. Scarlet? W.
, got her safe enough. Says she Il
your wife. What's that? Wife gon,
, to club meeting. Oh, yes, I'll hol,
her till Monday morning. Good-by.
Calling the matron, the sergean
gave orders to have the prisoner hel,
!: for trial.
;: Back to his seat went Mr.. Scarle
! for the final act. BY the time h
!; reached home it was nearly eigh
+; o'clock. The telephone bell was rims
!! ing furiously as he entered the house
+ Hello"
/ This is the police-station," al
!; swered the sergeant. "The lady ha
!: club membership cards with you
! wife's name"
! why didn't she show them in tn
!: first place." interrupted Scarle
/: shes trying to fool you"
7 Says she didn't think of It," col
! tinued the sergeant. "Of course, sh
!: is lying, but you'd better come dow
I: and see about it,"
! Securing cab Scarlet drove to tn
! station at breakneck pace.
! When he entered the sergeant's O
!: fee PAMELA threw herself into hi
; arms, exclaiming:
+ Francis! how could you do II
! Take me away from here"
!: Its all mistake, sergeant. Com
: PAMELA"
7 Not q word was said till they wei
! nearly home.
{ Pamelia's hand stole quietly int
/: his. Cautiously he gave 1t a gent
: squeeze.
! Pamela" said Francis, "did yc
/ take that ticket out Of my pocket?"
: Eyes," she timidly replied.
! well. guess after this, If you ca
I spare the time from the clubs, we
/ better attend matinees together"
I'm going to resign from every OF
! of them," she replied.