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Show IfHC MONEY ISN'T THERE. A Pickpocket Wlio Was Foolish EaousSr to Steal a JLady'a Focketbook. "I just swiped a leather, Jim," said a pickpocket to another of his profession as he came across him sitting on a bench in Union square. 'Wus it one o' them purty ones whs the women carries round de street in der hands?" "Yes, I swiped it up on Pift arener when she wus lookin inter er windy. " "If yer'd been in de bizniz as long at I hev, yer wouldn't er took it. " "Why? ' " 'Tain't wuth it. " "A feller might strike er big haul, though, that way some time." "Not on yer life he wouldn't. I'vt ewiped a load on 'em, an I never got oue yit that I could git a beec out on. Day don't carry money in dem leathers. Dey'a only or biuff. Trydat one yer've got and see if ifc'k enny good. " Glancing about him warily to make Bare that no one was watohing him, the pickpocket opened the purse. He found three samples of silkoline, a patent glove buttoner, a card advertising a lotion lo-tion for removing blackheads from the faoe, a sheet of flesh colored court plas ter, some samples of scrim and Madras, a list of prices of oarpets, a circulai showing an illustration of apatent,hose supporter, a card of small safety pins, two slabs of chawing gum warranted to cure dyspepsia and a card bearing her address and instructions to take her there if she met with an accident. ''That's all dere iB in it," said the man who had "swiped" thepocketboo' as he turned it upside down and shoot it, with a look of disgust on his face. "Didn't I tell yer." remarked the other. "I've wiped' dem t'ings til? I'm t?red. Dey're all de same. De wo men don't carry nothin bat trash in 'em. De money ain't dere, neverl" Sew York Herad. |