Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-06
WHAT BECAME OF THE POCKET
BOOK.

keeper-tempting array of brooms, mops,
scrubbing brushes, pals, tubs, etc, stood
one sunny spring morning under the
budding naples before the tarm-h house
gate.
Lots on 'em, sir; red ones, blue ones,
green, yellow and white ones-all on 'em
shiny ones. Which will you have?
'Aint they hansum now2" and he iingled
the attractive baubles before the smiling
old gentleman's face.
ell pick out these two," he said, TAX
ing one in each hand and putting his
hands behind him. Don't say anything
about them yet to Catherine. Perhaps
when she settles up for her rags there'll
be enough coming to pay for them.
There, she's coming out with another
lot"
"We've been making rugs" explained
Catherine, plump, good looking young
woman of thirty, running briskly down
the walk with huge bundle in her arms,
"thats how we happen to have so many
colored rags to-day"
tHeres another little wad," cried
Mother Campbell, very much out OF
breath, hurrying along after her daugh-
ter. II don't want any leavings tor
moths to congregate in"
81 declared calculated her husband
in dismy. 81 declare! that ismy sleeps
gray vest. shan't have rag left to
put on. and shall be driven to wearing
my go-to-meetin' SUIT every day.
Catherine had been diving her shining
brown head and plump shoulders into
the cart, bringing to light sundry pans,
cups, measures and skimmers, while the
artful peddler had beguiled her mother
into purchasing pair of sparkling glass
pitchers. AS the accounts were being
balanced the old gentleman laughingly
held up the blue and the green trumpets
to be enumerated, while from branch of
the tree above their heads the tame crow,
Jetty, laughed, "Ha, ha, ha," to call their
attention to the red trumpet which he had
stolen from the cart.
more'n the crow does! Come down vita
that, you black rogue!D scolded Mss
Catherine.
II promised the twins when I was up
to Dolly Jones to have a tootmaker on
hand for each of them when they came
down in May" said the old man decided
ly, "and grandpa mustn't break his word
to the little fellows
"Those boys are too old for trupets,"
put IN Mrs. Campbell. "They'll drive
me distracted with their noise"
II hope they'll never be to old too en-
JOY toys and fun, y said the old gentleman,
roguishly blowing a plast upon each OF
the trumpets at the same time. 81 guess
l will have one for myself, too, and as for
the twins, they won't be seven till June"
'They'll be eight" said his wife.
''I'v got it down on a paper in my
pocket-b book" replied the old gentleman,
feeling first in one pocket and then in
another, land I'll pay money for the
trumpets, Jetty's and all. Catherine,
fetch my pocket book from the mantle
shelf in the bedroom chamber" he called
after his daughter, who was hurrying to-
ward the house.
ut isn't there, she replied, as she re-
turned presently with bag of dried ap-
pies, "and didn't stop to look it up, be-
cause there will be enough coming
from these to pay for the trnmpets."
81 want to make father some ginger
snaps after Cousin Ruth's receipt ana I
can't find the paper on which it is writ
ten down." remarked Mrs. Campbell next
morning, as, busy about the Saturdays
baking, she hustled around looking over
boxes, baskets, and drawers.
''It is in my pocket book said her
husband, glancing up from his news pa
per, 81 saw it lying on the hanging ia
BILE the last time you made snaps and /
reckoned it might get mislaid and SO you
have an excuse for not making me any
for long spell. So took possession of
It, and he began to feel first in one peck
ct and then in the other. 81 declare" he
CALCULATED, presently, II havnt seen that
pocket book, as | remember, since I
looked for it when the peddler was here
yesterday
SNAKE ginger drops with currants in
them to-day. mother" suggested Gather
Inc, Il can't take my hands out of the
pound cake to look "p that pocket-book
now"
'Havn't you wound the clock, father?'
asked Mrs. Cambell, as she was tying her
bonnet strings in square bow under her
double chin, preparatory to starting for
church.
'No," said he, but was calculating to
just do so before started, so as to be
sure and take the money for the mission
arybook when l took the clock-key.
Catherine, bring me my pocket-book
from the mante-shelf in the bed room
chamber"
sit isn't here" replied his daughter
who was rastling around in her best black
silk dress. "Did you find it yesterday?
If you did, didn't hear anything about
it, and it slipped my mind
"Quha, quha," laughed Jetty, from the
tall lilac-bush in front of the bedroom
widow, and, glancing out, they saw that
he had the green trumpet in his moutl.
Gle stole that from the mantle in your
room, and why SHOULDN'T he have
stolen the pocket-book as well2 Hepicks
up every small bright colored object
that attracts his attention. I, for one,
don't believe in harboring thief in the
house," and Miss Catherine turned the
cat outdoors, shut the damper of the
stove and declared everything to be ready
for starting.
y never thought it good plan to car
~ that clock key in your pocket book,' .
eaid Catherine, as they logged along to
church. sa.i