The Huttig news., 1915-05-08


 tacular nature requiring large and good-looking chorus.
 Upon the billboards there appeared the flaming pictures and large type announcing the coming Of a much. talked-of musical extravaganza. Pass. ing the box-office Mir Scarlet was un able to resist the purchase of a seat. The next morning as he donned his waistcoat single thread broke and button fell to the floor. Great Scott" he exclaimed. 'I can't go into court with button oil. 1" Perhaps I can fasten it," smiled Pamelia.
 With a sigh of relief he tore off the waistcoat, handing 1t 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 fluttered to her feet
 Snatching up her scissors she cut down a 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 theater lobby. Tear. ing open the envelope he drew out the 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.
 No. 5; Row 1 Center"
 Co in and enjoy the show" SUE. gested the manager. "Ill watch for the culprit."
 Shortly a well-dressed lady present, ed ticket No. 5; Row I; Center. At sign from the manager an ofl. cer 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 a crowd blocked the entrance.
 Come. hurry her out of here," com manded the manager.
 I'm MT. Scarlet's wife," informed Pamelia.
 You can tell that to the sergeant. :" sneered the policeman.
 Before she knew 1t she was rattline 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 pleadings that would melt a stone made little impression upon the sergeant. The most she gained was permission to sit in his office until Mir. Scarlet ap- peared.
 Hello! Yes, this is the police sta. ton. That you, MT Scarlet? We got her safe enough. Says she is your wife. Whats that? Wife gone to club meeting. Oh, yes, I'll hold her till Monday morning. Good-by." Calling the matron, the sergeant gave orders to have the prisoner held for trial
 Back to his seat went Mir. Scarlet for the final act. By the time he reached home it was nearly eight o'clock. The telephone bell was ring. ing furiously as he entered the house. "Hello!"
 This is the police-station," an. swered the sergeant "The lady has club membership cards with your wife's name"
 Why didn't she show them in the first placer" interrupted Scarlet. She's trying to fool you"
 Says she didn't think of it." con. tinued the sergeant "Of course. she is lying, but you'd better come down and see about 1t"
 Securing a cab Scarlet drove to the
  station at breakneck pace.
 When he entered the sergeant's of. flee Pamelia threw herself into his arms. exclaiming:
 Francis! how could you do 1t? Take me away from here"
 Its all mistake, sergeant. Come. Pamelia"
 Not a word was said till they were nearly home.
 Pamelia's hand stole quietly into his. Cautiously he gave 1t a gentle squeeze.
 "Pamelia," said Francis, "did you take that ticket out of my pocket?" Yes" she timidly replied.
 Well, guess after this. if you can spare the time from the clubs, we'd better attend matinees together"