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interest features:

| =CONFESSED SHOPLIFTERS= |
| |
|Mrs. Emily Ewart, slender, petite, pretty, sat in |
|the police department to-day, tossed back her blue |
|fox neckpiece, patted her moist eyes with a |
|lace-embroidered handkerchief, carefully adjusted in|
|her lap the handsome fox muff which the police say |
|had but lately been the repository of seven eggs and|
|a box of figs, and told how she and her husband |
|happened to be arrested last evening as shoplifters.|
| |
|As she talked, her husband, Charles Ewart, |
|thirty-one years old, sat disconsolately in a cell, |
|his modish green overcoat somewhat wrinkled, the |
|careful creases in his gray trousers a bit less |
|apparent, and his up-to-the-minute gray fedora a |
|trifle out of shape and dusty. Nevertheless, he |
|still retained the mien of dignity with which he met|
|his arrest in the grocery store of Jacob Bosch at |
|No. 336 St. Nicholas Avenue. |
| |
|Of course, you understand, it was really Mrs. |
|Ewart's fault that she and her husband should stoop |
|to pilfering from a hardworking grocer eggs worth 42|
|cents (at their market value of 72 cents a dozen) |
|and a box of figs, net value one dime. At least, so |
|she told the police. She too, she said, led him to |
|appropriate a travelling bag worth $10 from a |
|downtown department store. |
| |
|If it hadn't been for her, young Mr. Ewart might |
|have gone right along earning his so much per week |
|soliciting theatre curtain advertisements for the |
|Bentley Studios, at No. 1493 Broadway, and might |
|never have run afoul of the police. |
| |
|The Ewarts, so the young woman's story ran, came |
|here from Chicago two weeks ago. Of their life in |
|the Western city she refused to tell anything. But |
|since coming to New York, she admitted, they had |
|travelled a hard financial road. |