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Show ' "Hadn t 'yon better coma bock and pay for your breakfast? You will at leas! . avoid being handed over to the police." As he still hail his check for a fifty-cent fifty-cent breakfast "in his hand, Mr. Bab cock walked back and paid hi bill, with the eye of every lady and gentleman id the place fixed suspiciously upon him. One elderly lady audibly remarked "He don't look like a thief, but you can't tell by looks nowadays what a person is, a good clothea dont cost much." Seattle Seat-tle Press. - , 1 A txnmedy of Krrors. , Attorney C. C. Babcock is a very hon-Mt hon-Mt looking yonng gentleman, and yet he was twice taken for a thief and once for it dead beat. -- Mr. Babcock went into a restaurant on Third street and deposited his umbrella in the rack and hung his black Derby hat on a nickel plated hat hook. When the disciple of Blackstone hod finished his repast he walked over to the wall and took what be supposed was his hat, pnt it on and started toward the counter to pay for his breakfast. . An athletic looking gentleman, wlo (was eating his morning repast and watching watch-ing bis portable property, roared outi ) - "Come back here, sir, and leave irnr hat." ( j AU 'the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant watched-Mr. Babcock as he replaced th hat and took his own. The young lawyer was as mad as a hornet hor-net and somewhat confused at the contretemps. con-tretemps. Then he walked over to the umbrella rack and picked up an Umbrella. Um-brella. The observant gentleman whose hat Mr. Babcock had taken noticed that it was hisumbrellathatxvas being carried off, and he Bhouted in stentorian tones: "Drop that umbrella or I'll hand you over to the police." . Mr. Babcock saw that he had made a '. " .second mistake, and soon fished his own jain sheddcr from, among the many others that were in the rack. . Then he left the restaurant, and he was cs11p1 back by the cashier, who """lit? the door and I'scitetUy tsaid |