The Stolen Sunday Best

Conscientiousness is a human weakness which even religion failed to cure in the case of a young university student named A. R. a couple of weeks ago. His being a member of the Y. M. C. A. was not sufficient to curb his envious desires as he stared upon the fine raiment of Oscar Schneider, his classmate and room mate. If Oscar was wont to array himself in all his Sunday glory the heart of A. R. was filled with envy. When Schneider had occasion to go to North Yakima a couple of weeks ago, he left all his treasures locked in his trunk at the room the two young men occupied. When Schneider had gone, A. R. thought there would be no harm to at least see how he could look all dressed up, and so he broke open his mate's trunk and arrayed himself in a fine cutaway coat and vest, a pair of striped pants, a pair of clean cuffs and a clean white shirt, a clean collar and a fancy tie. On his manly bosom he stuck an imitation diamond stud, on his third finger he slipped a gold ring with a blue setting and across his glorious front he stretched the gold chain attached to a silver watch. He looked on the reflection of himself with rapture. He noted with delight that the clothes fitted him much better than they did the man they belonged to, and as he strutted he considered it a shame that so much artistic beauty should be wasted upon the close air of a locked trunk. He set forth and every step he took filled him with joy. He felt he was an exotic, and only needed enlightening to become the admired of all beholders, so he betook himself to Victoria and forgot to come back. When Schneider returned and saw his rifled trunk and noted the disappearance of his raiment, notwithstanding A. R.'s religious professions, he suspected his room mate of the theft and procured a warrant, with which Constable Van Horn discovered part of the missing property. But the university has lost one of its students.