Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-02-08

IOST-Near Broadway ana FOIIy-IourLn
street three 500 bills. Will finder please
return to Nora Ccnncrs, Laverne Hotel,
New York.
-v HE green visored young man. who was
@ss s; to sns ct nR sni aS so%5sss
room in general. Not since the Proph-
ct Mahomet ordered. the mountain
to come to him had anything quite so Optic
mistic been heard of. But that was not exactly
how the young man expressed himself. What
he actually said was: Say, you guys! Run
your lamps over this gen. What a swell chance
that James got of ever glimpsing her three
hundred smackers again! Huh?"
They clustered round and read it.
"I'n tell the cock-eyed universe she'll never
see that dough again!"
"Haw-haw-haw!''
. "Can you tie that?"
MAYBE those bills are still lying just where
she dropped 'em!"
Sure! Nobody on BrOadway'd be so means
to pick I'D O paltry bit of change that didn't
belong to them!"
And so the comments flew until an oldish
man with horn-rmmed spectacles balanced
periIously near the tip of his nose exclaimed:
''Well-wadja know about that"
Now. when some one unleashes "wadja know
about that" the last word has been said. Any
thing further would be anti-climax. So the
compositors trickled back to their respective
jobs.
NJORAS simple faith in mankind probably
amused those few curious people who
glanced over the lost and found column the
next morning. 1t certainly brought smile to
60 the face of Solly Rosenberg he crunched
his breakfast toast and gulped coffee.
Within half hour of reading this ad Solly
Rosenberg was interviewing Nora Connors at
the modest Laverne Hotel. Nora seemed over
awed of this extensively dressed little man
with much yellow bullion in his teeth, a massive
diamond ring on either hand, and diamond
pin in his necktie.
$50 you lost this money about o'clock yes
terday afternoon" Mr. Rosenberg was saying
eyes, that was when 1 missed it from my
handbag, sir" Nora answered her large, frank;
blue eyes fixed on his.
"D'you live here?"
mo sir. only arrived in New York yester-
day from South Bend, Indiana"
ION o vacation?"
~Oh, no. came to take painting lessons
and that money I lost was to pay for them.
: My young brother and saved it up we're
orphans and it took US over two years
to do it."
"Ahi" said Mr.. Rosenberg, beaming. He had
hardly hoped for anything SO good as this
"And you see. sir" Nora continued. brushing
back a strand of her fluffy golden hair with
pretty hands. eff that money isn't returned to
me I'll have to go back to South Bend and that
will be the end Of my hfe's ambition to
paint" Her lips trembled and she lowered her
Silken lashes to hold back the tears.
Now don't get all het up, little girl" said
Mr.. Rosenberg. 1--WE got some bully news for
you. Your moneys been found-luckily by an
honest party-and you're going to get it back"
"Oh how wonderful" Nora clapped her
hands You know" she said, "after all I'd
heard about New York just little wor-
ried that the finder might not return it to me-"
Mr. Rosenberg extracted three 500 bills from
a black pocket book and handed them toward
her
There you are, my dear" he said.
"But-those are not my notes." Nora pro-
tested Mine were dirty and crumpled-not
clean and new like those"
It know knew, my dear. Let me tell you
what happened. Your money was picked up
by Gladola Gladsome-her new picture, "The
Gorgeous SIM" opens here next Thursday And
it's dandy picture, believe me- Well-Gladi-
ola gives me the dough and asks me to try
and find out who lost it. She's mighty fine
woman, is Gladiola. Now those notes didn't
look none too sanitary to be carrying about
so changed them at the bank for clean ones,
see?"
"Oh, yes" Nora said, smiling and taking the
bills "At first was afraid you were just be-
ing kind and pretending you found my money.
Of course, couldn't have accepted :"
Certainly not, my dear"
""Thank you again so much" said Nora some
minutes later, rising and holding out her hand
"In write to Miss Gladstone and thank her
RIGHT .a,it. .,- a ..N