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Show In Central Park. Not moro than a handful of people were left in Central park late Sunday afternoon. Tho rain had driven the i crowdB away, and so the slender, English Eng-lish complexioned young girl and her athletic looking escort had the asphalt walks pretty much to themselves. They strolled aloug very comfortably under her imported umbrella, and seemed ob-1 lnious to the falling rain in their interest inter-est in each other. Half a block brought ; them to tho roadway facing tho museum. mu-seum. They paused for a moment. It was very muddy. She looked down at her dainty patent leather shoes. So did he. Then ho looked at tho muddy road, and again at the little shoes. Then u swift glance all around. Nobody was in sight, apparently, and with a swift mo- tion be reached down, caught her waist with bis arm and the next minute had carried her safc-ly across. It seemed almost al-most too pretty to tell about, and made tho writer feel as if ho were playing the ! part of a spy. Cor. New York Pwsa, |