The inspector took from his pocket a pawn ticket for a gold watch, and held it before the astonished mail carrier’s eyes.
“The watch this ticket calls for has already been iden[{52}]tified as the watch which was stolen from the package, and we found this in your trunk. It looks very much as if you’re going to exchange that gray uniform for a suit of stripes, Carrier Sheridan.”
TO BE CONTINUED.
WILLIE’S MISTAKE.
Willie Jones had been warned several times for breaches of school discipline, and was at length reported to the head master, who gave him a final warning.
One night, not long after, Willie was again caught in mischief, and he felt that this time he was “in for it.”
A flogging by the master was no joke, and Willie determined to make what preparation he could that the wind might be tempered to the shorn lamb.
On rising the next morning, he put on first his undershirt, then a layer of stiff brown paper, upon these a sweater, and over all a clean white shirt, borrowed from his chum, whose clothing was two sizes larger than his own.
Lastly he put on his coat and vest.
It was a very hot day in June, and at morning intermission Willie whispered to a friend: