Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1915-01-06

ness; particularly opera Of spec
tacular nature requiring large and
good-looking chorus.
Upon the billboards there appeared
the flaming pictures amt large type
announcing the coming Of much
talked-of musical extravaganza. Pass
ing the box-ofIlce 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. II
can't go into court with a button OF"
Perhaps / can fasten 1t" smiled
PAMELA.
With sigh of relief he tore OF 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, Mre.
Scarlet gave the waistcoat 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 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 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 a view to catch.
ing the thief.
'Do you remember the location Of
your seat?" he inquired.
mo- S; Row 1; Center"
= tGo in and enjoy the show" sug
gested the manager. It'll watch for
the culprit."
Shortly a well-dressed lady present.
ed ticket No. S; Row 1; Center.
At sign from the manager an OH.
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 it 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 pleadings
that would melt a stone made little
Impression upon the sergeant. The
most she gained was permission to sit
in his office until Mr.. Scarlet ap.
peared.
Hello! Yes, this is the police sta.
tion. That you, Mr. Scarlet? We
got her safe enough. Says she is
your wife. What's that? Wife gone
to a 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 Mr., 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 place." 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 it."
Securing cab Scarlet drove to the
station at breaknecll pace.
When he entered the sergeant's Of
fee PAMELA threw herself into his
arms, exclaiming:
francis! how could you do it?
Take me away from here"
"It's all a mistake, sergeant. Come,
PAMELA"
Not word was said till they were
nearly home.
Pamelia's hand stole quietly into
his Cautiously he gave it a gentle
squeeze.
PAMELA" said Francis, did you
take that ticket out of my pocket?"
Eyes," she timidly replied.
well. guess after this, If you can
spare the time from the clubs, we'd
better attend matinees together"
"I'n poinp to resign from every ono