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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2338, 3 February 1913, Page 7

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,v . "WHERE'S ,i T UMBRELLA?" "Where's that umbrella, Vogelgesang, that I left in the corner of the lobby ?" demanded the cigar drummer truculently of the chubby man who stood behind the little counter of the hotel. "Vas ?" cried Vogelgesang in perturbation. "'An umbrella was tooked often you, tooked out of my hotel ? Heinie, Heinie," he called into the adj'o'ning bar-room. "You see a bumbershoot in der lobby already?" "Sure," called back Heinie. "''Sunday it was in der corner. Monday I sweep owet,, and I haf to pick der bumbershoot up, but I put it back. Tuesday I mopped, yet, but I put der bumbershoot back. Und is it gone, already ?"

"Heinie, it is gone," said Vogelgesang. "In Reisingerville once again something is stoled. My uncle, he told me somethings vas stoled right a'ter der var und here it is again, twice already is things stoled." "Oh, go on," said the cigar drummer. He bent forward threateningly. "'You can't bluff me, Rutchy. I left the umbrella there when I came Si n lay night. It's rained once since, but I don't carry the umbrella, because I remember I got wet. You can just take the price of the umbrella out of my bill." "Nothings vas ever tooked here before," exclaimed Vogelgesang in deep concern. "There vas Biedermann, Adolph Chec Biederman, drummer for a big beer factory in Milwaukee. He leaves things in his room. Such a feller to do it ! I tell my voman not to disturb urn. 'Leave um until Mr. Biedermann comes around again,' I says. Von day a feller who has der room comes down und kicks, says his room ain't clean. ""I find a pair of shoes sticking owet from under der bed yet,' he says. ' In der bed, somebody left a sock once, und a nightgown hanging on a chair.' •• 'lt vas things left by Mr. Biedermann, Adolph Cb.ee Biedermann,' I says. ' Such a forgetful feller ! Leave a sock in der bed once ! Vy, four times he done it already, and I had der bed made up mit der sock in there, because in Reisingerville nobody ever tooked nothing except 1 choost after der var. I leave der ehoes where he left um, nightgown der same. ""Veil, take um owet,' he says. ' Clean der room.' "'Vas?' I says. •'Take a customer's things which he leave here ? No, sir. They stay until he comes back.' "Tnd der feller vas mad und left der hotel- Mr. Biedermann, vhen he comes again, hr takes de? shoes und forgits a P*'' ■''■ pants aud a necktie. N'rxt, time he gits dc: pants und [raves ;> bumbershoot in iler closet. Cud now he has lost his chob, or is dead or somethings, for he ain't come no more for a year and a halluf. Hemie, go up into No. 9 i t.nd git der bumbershoot so I can I show it to der chentleman." Heinie " came back and said in a voice of dull dismay, "Der bumbershoot ain't there !" "Vas?" cried the distracted Vogelgesang. "''These things tooked in Reisingerville ! Vy, it was there three months ago, in der closet. I know, for I svept der room meinselluf. Und you," he continued to the cigar man, *vas here then, put-j ting in a week drivin to der wilLagers around to see the storekeepers." ; News that something had been I stolen in Reisingerville spread through, the village. Before long, Zabcl, the druggist, came into the hotel. "My little girl, Annie, says the missing umbrella is at the post office," he said. '"She went to the train Wednesday to see Lena Hoffman off. It began to rain. She had on her new hat. After everybody had left the station she saw an umbrella on a bench. She thought she would take it home, get her own j umbrella, and carry the strange one back to the station. On the way back she met Mr. Hensel, and he advised her to leave the umbrella in I the post office. ' Somebody forgot it,' he said. Only Reisingerville peo- j pie go to the post office, but strangers come to the station, and if you j left it there maybe someone would j steal it.' " | "'That explains it," said Vogelge- I fang in deep relief. "You must haf left it, at der station yourselluf, Mr. Mulvihcnney. Heinie. run to der post office und bring der bumbershoot." Heinie soon came hurrying into the room, holding an umbrella aloft in I triumph. The answering triumph on j Vogelgesang's face turned to horror j as his eyesofully took in the umbrella, silk, with a gold head. "That's it," said the cigar man, irritably. " I've carried it three i months." i "'Donner !" bellowed Vogelgesang. J "It is der bumbershoot of Mr. Bieder- l maDn ! So ! I see vy Heinie could not find it in No. 9. You haf it j three months ! You looked it ven I you vas here last. Und you tried to ' make me und Reisingerville feel j bad. Owet of mein house !"—"Chi- j cago News." i

There is no power in the world which has so much to do wdth health as the dwelling in which one lives. — '•%>. :■■ i ' : ,.. re Uoslett.