New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-11-13
drawer and pulled it to after

bureau drawer and pulled it to after
him2''
Certainly not!' said Mrs. Atkinson.
"You know he couldn't y
81 think / hear him now. He has fallen
out OF the wiedow!' said Mrs. Atkinson,
as faint wall foated up rom the back
yard.
mo, it's only Mrs Magruder's cat
yowling on the fence" replied Atkinson,
as he closed the sash. Have you looked
in the bath-.ub in the next roomi
Perhaps he has gone to take BATH
Drowned! know it! I'm sure of
til" yelled Mrs Atkinson, rushing into
the bathroom.
He's not here said Atkinson.
''Could he have gone down stairs and
fallen into the Sugar bucket in the pan
try?'
1--WE must search the whole house for
him., said Mrs. Atkinson.
So they began the hunt They looked
everywhere. In the clothes hampers, in
the kitchen cupboard, in the parlor, in
the pantry, and even in the celler, but
without avail.
"He couldn't have gone up stairs"
said Mr.. Atkinson, "because he can't
climb the stepts."
"No; he must have been stolen! He
has been stolen by burglars! shall
never, never see him agaln--never!'
"Don't give wav, Julia. Be calm. I
will go at once for the police"
Mr.. Atkinson dressed himself hurried
ly, and dashed down stairs and out into
the front street. He met policeman al
most at the door, and in frantic accents
laid the case before him. The policeman
sounded an alarm, and soon had six other
policemen at hand. They entered the
house, and proceeded to examine the
tastenings. Everything was right, and
one of the policemen said:
In my opinion the burglar is in the
house yet.
"We'u go for him." said another. So
they drew their revolvers and proceeded
to search the building. Presently Mr..
Atkins heard the report of pistol in the
kitchen. He rushed down.
81 think I've killed him. said police.
man Jones. "Bring a light quick!''
"And killed the baby, tool" shrieked
| Mrs. Atkinson.
"By George, forgot about The baby"
SAID the officer.
Then the light came and they found
| that policeman Jones had shot his dog,
which had followed hi.::: into the house.
Then policeman Smiths pistol went eff
| accidently, and the bullet hit the kitchen
clock, which at once struck nine huedred
and eighty one, and the confusion and
racket so unstrung Mrs. Atkinson's
nerves that she went into Mysteries and
emitted successive yells of a terrific char
acter. This brought Miss Boggs dewn
from the third story in great alarm.
"What on earth is the matter?" she
called.
"Mstter?" SAID Atkinson. 'Don't you
know that burglars have broken into the
house and stolen the baby? Why, we've
been having the awfullesu time you ever I
heard of Tor the last two hours"
"Why, I've got the baby upstairs with
me-" said Miss Boggs; GIVE had him all
night
"You haye?" exclaimed the party in
breath.
"Certainly."
"Do you mean to tell me-" asked At
kinson, with supernatural calmness,
chat that baby was quietly sleeping in
your room all this time.
Eyes"
| Atkinson simply looked at her. He
felt that language was unequal to the ex-
preston Of his feelings. Mrs. Atkinson
| flew up stairs, two steps at time. The
policemen laughed and flied out. Jones
pulling his deceased dog by the tail.
Atkinson went to bed with raging anger
in his soul; and the next morning he put
a sheet-iron bottom, fastened with rivets,
upon the folding crib