The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-02-19
The JeWeled SnuEBOX,

very hard case TO have to turn out OF
his warm bed at the unearthly hour
of the morning at which his wife gave
him a push and told aim it was
time TO get up. He rose in
dudgeon, went to the window, and
looked out. A cold, aggravating
December morning; nothing to
be seen except the dip be held IN his
hand, and his own unshaven, I'M
washed yisage, glowering sulkIly at
him. His wife, cheery1ittle body,
was on her knees before the crate,
trying to kindle the embers of last
nights FIRE with the bellows. Come,
T." she said, look sharp, or you'll
be late.- Bother the fire, it won {
light, and frewood's so awful dear"
She drew a little bundle from its hid
ing-place, and lighted match be-
meath it. There, thatil do now.
What sort of morning is IT'D"
Don't jaw I do declare, it's an
abominable shame"
What particular abuse the inspector
alluded to can never be known, for at
this moment the baby began to squall,
and drowned all other voices In its
own. The wife went to take it up.
Hush-sh-sh; bless its little
heart, itshall, so it shall.
!" Warm my coffee, said Mr.. Tim
minis, magisterially.
Yes, directly. Did it want its
pap, the precious chicken, did it?'
and Mrs. Timmins set on the fire a
can which did not contain her lords
coffee.
The inspector buttoned on his uni
form, and unused upon the insuficency
of his salary. In an adjoining room
three other small persons awOke, and
running in clung, in their night
gowns, around nanny, and demand
ed to be dressed. -
My coffeeT' shouted Mr.. Tim
Minis above the clamor.
" Yes, directly; only baby must
have ispap first, pleaded Mrs. Tim
minis, fastening toward the fire.
Inspector Timmins was decidedly
cross that morning. He had full five
minutes to spare; but a gloomy de-
sire for nartyrdom came upon him.
Very well. 4 see Lam TO have
no coffee this morning." he said, and
stalked heroically out of the house in
H.
at the entrance of which it was his
fate to stand, and inscribe in a-note-
book the. destinations Of the cabs that
conveyed the passengers, arriving by
the mail train, due every morning at
z A. NJ. to, their several abodes.
A raw dreary dayit certainly prom
ised to be. The clothes of the porters
clung limply about them, andAtheir
owners had a general air of having
been shaken into them, and the pas
sengers scowled with a sense of un-
me 6iDjury as the drivers sllOuted
out tiR4ir addresses for the edification
Of the general public. The rime got
into Inspector Timmins throat, and
nearly choked him, The driving mist
had penetrated his iuexpressibfes du-
ring his walk to the station, and made
his neither limbs feel rheumatfc he
thought the company ought to provide
their officers with umbrellas.
But he had not much leisure for
such reflections, for passengers were
numerous that morning, and he went
on half writing down their directions.
aud checking them off in his own
mind. No. II Upper LOlondes Street.
Swell. Direction does Mt matter; not
worth hiswhile to bag anybodyAs box.
rs tins6ary Place, respectableparty,
home from holidays; he's all right.
- st. Gfles's Road The IsIington
Pet; coming from prize-6ght. most
likely; the inspector looked after him
with interest. 30 Little Corner Build
ings; queer lot; likely to be wanted,
/ should think. The direction was
carefully written down, and Inspector
Timmins heaved a sigh of relief as
the last cab drove of. As he put up
his note cook he suddenly felt some
thing which might be a claw or a
mouth, take firm hold of his calf, He
gave a little jump, excusable in q. man
who had been for some time cycling a
white bulldog, the property Of shah
by dog fancier, standing suspicieusly
close to his legs. Inspector Timmins
started. but the claw stiH kept its
grasp without any of those incisiOns
peculiar TO teeth, and at last he looked
down. He saw, a long way below
him, small boy, little child; not
more than two or three years c9ds cry
ing bitterly. After two or three sec
Onds, apparently spent in athor-
oughly making up his mind il did
not intend to bite, Inspector Tim
minis stopped down and looked more
closely. He saw small bit
of puckered face, and two large bits
of chubby hands, and the thing said
between its sobs, Z" Please, sir, where's
mammy?%
g Inspector Timmins was not BY any
means a Hard man, albeit the fog had
gone long way toward making him
so; so hessaid kindly, Hullo, young
'un, what's the row Want nanny,
Ell? WeAl find her IN a minute, as
l. rnnll,- .+honrht he shofld heliev-