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Show It Was Onlj an Umbrella. I sat in the public library theothej day. It was raining, and I had left mj umbrella in the dripping stand, when there were a dozen others. A slender, bright eyed, well dressed young man, completely drenched with the rain, entered, and walking deliberately deliber-ately to the rack carefully selected ai ivory handled umbrella mine and putting put-ting it under his arm walked coolly t the door. I grabbed him by the sleeve, but; before be-fore I could open my mouth to say t word the stranger, with a pleasant, hall condescending smile, pressed the ivorj handle into my disengaged hand, and with the most courteous little bow imaginable im-aginable said: "Excuse me yours? It is very prettj indeed." And with a smile and another charming charm-ing bow he turned and strolled away, quite unconcerned. lie was the most polite thief I ever saw. I should like to dine with him. Boston Bos-ton Globe. |