News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1914-02-25
SISTERS SABLE MUfF
BY CLAUDINE SISSON.

OF the last TO leave the electric car
and in the gloom of winters evening
her foot had struck something sof
and furry and kicked it ahead of her
Here, pussy, pussy, pussy!"
But pussy did not respond with 6
meow or reproach that she had beer
kicked.
"My soul, but it's muff!"
So it was, and Of the latest style
and a very expensive one. OF course
someone who had passed that way
had lost it.
The next morning Miss Lysle asked
the car conductor, but he could not
help her out. She was carrying the
muff to the Office with her, and on
the car with her was hatchet-faced
young man who was given to induc-
tion and inference. Here was a girl
whose outfit did not cost over $35,
and yet she was carrying a sable
muff 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 so glad!"
Then it was your sister who"
II 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:
81 beg your pardon, but is that
young man annoying your"
''He claims that his sister lost this
muff, and l don't believe him.
'You found it, did your"
eyes, sir"
Better advertise for an owner. AS
for this fellow here, if he doesn't take
himself off I'll call an officer. He's a
fraud and a swindle! Good morning."
The young man took himself off,
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 muff it 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 was
waiting to follow her. That sable
muff was a 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 he was seeking flirta-
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 a scramble, and |
Miss Lysle hurried away, the thief fol- |
lowed, 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 to
his feet and kicked around the cor
ner, and the sculptor turned to re-
ceive the thanks of the girl with the
sable muff.
She had disappeared! [
Ten minutes later his sister was
saying to him: I
"Oh, Clyde, it's awful-just awful"
Baby dead?"
mo. I've lost that new sable muff
that I bought the other day!"
sable muff?"
yes. l lost it 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
nent to the city papers. What on
earth shall 1 do?"
Cease to weep and I'll find your I
nuff."
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 had
'een good guide. Il was Miss Lysle
Teller that came to the door in an
iwer.
It took just two hours to straighteu
'ut the tangle of that sable muff. and
hen followed another. Brother Ben. !
he rising young lawyer, didn't have |
to say about this latter tan c
lie for several months, and then il
vas in a very serious tone that he