Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1876-02-24
That Check.

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DoBsos and family got home yesterday
When they got out az the depot he asked
his wife for the check for her trunk. She
couldn't find it. She looked in her pock
ct. 1t wasn't there. In the satchel. No
Twasnt in her muH. Nor in the big
bandbox: nor in the little bandbox'
No. and it wasn't in the travelling
basket, nor in either of the bundles
Well, where was II? Dobson wanted 10
know, in thunder tones. Well, now.
Dobbie. dear, you know that didn't LOSE
it.u sobbed Mrs. Dobson, and Dobson
tackled the trifiing articles of luggage that
Mrs. Dobson had with her, In addition h
her trunk and hrs own grip-sack, with
its dirty shirt and box of collars rafting
around in it, and started for the street,
cars, saying they would look up the
check at the house and he'd come back
for the trunk. They got home, and Dob.
son spread everything out on the floor,
opened every bundle and box and parcel
and turned it upside down, shook every
article that had been emptied, and there
was no check. 1t was discouraging. But
suddenly Mrs Dobson remembered that
she laid the check on the window of the
car as they came through Peoria. Dob
son was inclined to be mad about il, but
his wife told him he ought to be glad that
she hadn't lost 1t, and he would have 10
90 to the depot anyhow after the trunk,
and he would find the check there, and
with this bit OF philosophy he was ap.
peased and hurried off to the depot. He
lust missed the street-car and footed il
inerrily down to the depot, and sought out
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rival and he hadn't found the check.
That looked bad, but it might be on the
window yet, and so they went into the
car and looked 1t wasn't on the win
dow Dobson went over all the windows
and examined them through pocket
magnifying- glass, but there was no sign
Of a check on any OF the windows. II is
very certain, if il hadn't been so near
Sunday, that Dobson would have got
angry and said things he would afterward
have been sorry tor, but be only talked
Spanish To himself few minutes, and
the man didn't understand Spanish, 50
that was all right. Then he went to the
bag gage-room and tried to get his trunk
without check The baggageman said
he couldn't give up the trunk without the
check. Dobson got indignant; wanted to
know if he looked like scoundrel
offered to identify himself, to give any
security for the trunk. He finally over
persuaded the baggageman, and went up
town for friend. He came back, and ev-
erything was al o. X. Now where was
the trunk. He could pick il out among
thousand, He turned around, and there
were two trunks as like as two peas, and
one of them was Mrs. Dobson's. He
hesitated. The baggageman grew sus-
picious. Dobson couldn't, for the life Of
him, tell which one he ought to take, and
finally the baggageman told him he could
not take either until one Of the checks
was presented. Nothing for it now but
to go out home again. He caught car
and was soon in Mrs. DObson's presence,
in properly excited frame of mind, only
to learn that Mrs. Dobson had found the
check and sent it down town by neigh
boris boy, who was doubtless at the office
door waiting in the cold now. Dobson
was in despair The boy had walked
down and Dobson walked down so as 10
meet him, and the boy rode up, passing
Dobson on the way. Dobson left the
Office for the house again, declaring that
the trunk might go to Halifax, but when
he got home and Mrs. Dobson pleaded
that tomorrow was Sunday and what
should she wear, Dobson was overcome,
and as he now had the check in his own
pocket, he concluded to reconsider the
resolution and go after the trunk. He did,
and somewhat recovered his composure
as he rode down in the car jingling the
check against his keys. But when he got
down town it was half-past nine and he
couldn't find dray nor an expressman
anywhere, so he hired loafer on corner
to help him carry the trunk TO the street
car for half dollar. They went down and
got the trunk and came back just in time
to see the last car streaklng out up the
track, and the hummer said his contract
was filled and he wouldn't renew, and
there was Dobson after ten o'clock at
night down down with Saratoga trunk,
and Mrs. Dobson at home waiting for her
Sunday clothes. Dobson buckled into
that trunk with desperate energy. he
tried to carry it, but II threw him. He
pulled II along, but that was soon too
much for him. Then he got behind it
and rolled it along, and the first thing he
knew 1t had rolled down dozen steps.
Then he got in front of il and rolled il,
and the next time II rolled down stairs he
went too He was demorsiized so was
the trunk. Things were coming out here
and there. Dobson took some garments
and tied on the lid, and took the middle of
the street. The erratic old trunk suddenly
disappeared from Dobson's vision. 1t
had dropped into Havk-eye creek. He
got 1t out. He wrestled and toiled with
that trunk with vigor that was heroic.
Precipitation poured from every pore. He
worked, and pulled, and pushed, and
tugged, and lost his hat and his temper,
and broke his watch chain, and wet his
feet and caught fearful cold, and tore
his clothes, and tried to carry everything
that fell out of the trunk, and got home
inst as we are going to press. Perhaps
Mrs. Dobson will go to church to-day and
worship; but Dobson-well. he'll not go
to church at any rate.--BWfington Hack
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