Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-05-14

"in JUST Ike you, Fla
t said Mrs. Mouseley, in an aggrie
: tone of voice. "You hain't paid
y attention to word I've been sayir
d And she repeated the tale of I
4 she had outwitted Jethro TAFT in
: bargain of the morning.
"You sold them pillars to peddle
$ Numbered Elan, his sun-burnt +.
glowing into dull mahogany color.
"They was full of moth, began NJ
, Mouseley, "and-"
"Moth p echoed Elan. "And VIII
else was they full /? Woman, VIII
hare you done All my ten year
savin's was sewed up in them pillars
Mrs. Mouselcy's countenance fell.
| "Lan' sakes alive, Elan why didn
you tell me ?"
Elan Mouseley's face fell into hi
hands.
81 thought I'd found one place il
the world where you wouldn't com,
pryin'," he moaned "and now it's all
gone-all gone"
Mrs. Mouseley broke into tears Of
mingled modification and anger.
"And it seems you had money laid
up" she sobbed.
Was she altogether wrong?
Elan started up checking hoarse
Exclamation
I'll find the scoundrel I" he ex-
claimed-"I'll find him before night,
if l have to tramp over half the coun-
try
Vain boast Look for the outgo-
ing and incoming of the wind-trace
the hiding place of the comics among
the rocks, or eagles in the mountain
heights, but seek not to follow the foot
steps of a Yankee peddler. Jethro
TAFT had not assembled into the Heav-
ems, neither was it likely that he had
sunk into q crevice Of the earth, but
sure it was that he had disappeared,
and with him the moth eaten pillows
which embalmed the leather case con-
tanning Elan Mouseley's two hundred
dollars.
The snow lay on the ground that
winter, when Rachel Dorrance, Mr..
Mouseley's younger sister, drove across
the country, with the reins in one
hand and baby supported in the
hollow of her arm. Mrs. Mouseley
received her rather ungraciously, for
Rachel had not suited the family ideas
when she married Mark Dorrance, the
miller, instead of Harrison Grey, the
lawyers clerk. But Rachel came in,
fresh faced and blooming as rose.
"Seems to me-" said Mrs. Mouseley,
"you have got new cutter"
eyes," said Mrs Dorrance, untying
her baby's hood ribbons, and smooth
ing his glossy hair, "it is new"
"And fine grey horse" said Mrs.
still eying the dashing
equipage out of the window. Mark
must be doing we'll"
"Oh," said Mrs. Dorrance, dimpling
and smiling, chat was my Christmas
present to Mark"
"Eh ?" said Mrs. Mouseley, interro-
gatively.
"I'll tell you all about it, said Rach-
ell. "You see I'd been trying to save up
to furnish a spare bed; and a
tin peddler came along with pair Of
pillows he would sell cheap for old
rags. And don't you believe that after
the rascal was ten miles away, l open
ed the pillows to put them in new
ticks and they were full of moths !"
Mercy on us !" cried Mrs. Mouse
ley, elevating both hands.
Il was just going to burn them"
went on Rachel, "when / felt some
thing fat and hard like book cover,
in the middle of one and what should
it be but case containing two hun
dred dollars. Well you may guess
how surprised and pleased we were
But Mark said it wouldn't be right to
keep it, and so we advertised it for
month in the paper"-here Mrs.
Mouscley gave a low groan as she re-
how Elan had stopped the
county paper out of 'onomy-"but
nobody came forward who could claim
Or identify it; so Mark said findings
was kecpings, and gave it to me, and
bought the horse and cutter with it,
and that's the way we come to be so
fine"
Moral-Keep no secret from your
wife, and never, under any circum-
stance whatever, stop your county pa
per.
A lady school teacher in Omaha,
having an inordinate dread Of the small
pox, sent home a little girl because