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Show j A Mistake in Hats A well known merchant of Boston, who prides himself upon his bump ot order, went over to Now York recently recent-ly on business. Arriving by tho boat, ho repaired to his usual hostelry, whonco, after a hasty breakfast In tho cafe, ho departed for tho city. That afternoon ho found It necessary to como to Philadelphia, and was gone over night. Getting back to Now York tho next noon, he concluded his business, busi-ness, and at night went to his hotel and sought tho tablo d'hoto for a substantial sub-stantial meal. Now, it is a boast of this gentleman that In nil his business career ho has lost but ono umbrclln, and nover a hat. Ho was nt much pains to placo his hat In nn obscure corner of tho public rack In tho hall. Coming out again, ho groped for nn Instant in tho selected hiding place, and then proudly proud-ly drew forth tho shining tllo and was about to put It upon his head, when ho folt his hand forcibly arrested. "You'vo got my hat there," said a red-faced and angry-looking man, who was holding his wrist. Ho o! tho bump of order smiled & Buavo and superior srallo. "Oh, no, you'ro mistaken, sir this Is my hot," ho said, patronizingly. "That's my hat," retorted tho other. "It's my hat, and I mean to havo It!" "My dear sir, you havo simply mado n mistake that Is all," said tho merchant, mer-chant, who Is diplomatic, nbovo all things. "This is my hat; there is absolutely ab-solutely no question about that. Let mo explain the matter. Upon coming In hero to-night I took particular pains to placo my hat up thero In that dark corner, next to tho wall. It was out of tho way, hidden from view, thero wcro no other hats near it. I now como out, reach up my hand, and tako my hat from precisely that same spot, sir. You yourself saw mo do it." "That may all bo, sir," sniffed tho red-faced man; "but It's my hat, Just tho same." "Your hat, sir? Will you kindly explain ex-plain how that can bo?" said tho merchant, mer-chant, Icily. "I will, sir, in about throo words," growled the other. "It's mine becauso you took It out of this hotel yester day morning, and you'vo been wearing wear-ing It over since." Philadelphia Ledger. |
