d the waiter. "Hey!"

    I Soapy found himself lying upo ear o. He arose with diffid beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far aoli who st store two doors away laughed ahe street. Soapy seemed to liberty.

    After another uempt to be arrested for perse a young y weoward the district of theatres.

    oanding in front of a glitterire, he caught at the straw of "disorderly duct."

    On the sidey began to sing drunken soop of his voiced, howled, and otherwise disturbed the peace.

    The polied his back to Soapy, and said to a :

    "It is ohe Yale lads g their football victory over the Hartfe. Noisy, but no harm. We have instruot to arrest them."

    Sadly, Soapy stopped his useless singing and dang. A sudden fear seized him. Was he immu? Would never a poli lay hands on him? The Islatainable Arcadia. He buttohin st the north wind.

    In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar. He had set his silk umbrella by the door, Soapy eook the umbrella, a with it slowly. The man with the cigar followed hastily.

    "My umbrella," he said.

    "Oh, is it?" said Soapy. "Well, why don't you an? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don't you call a cop? There stahe er."

    The umbrella oweps. Soapy did likewise. The poli looked at them curiously.

    "Of course," said the umbrella man, "that is - well, you know how these mistakes occur - I - if it's your umbrella I hope you'll excuse me - I picked it