Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-06
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they are safe,' said her father.

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they are safe, said her father.
swell. you missed your finger for
once" spoke up his wife.
'si3y no MEANS" replied the fine old
gentleman, good-naturedly, "the key with
the rest of the missing articles is In the
pocketbook, and that is mislaid by no
fault of mine, as you will be willing to
admit when it turns up
Bat it didn't turn up, even after dinner,
when they searched until shutdown. Then,
not wishing to have the old eight-day
clock run down, Catherine had the horse
harnessed into the chaise, and drove over
to the east part Of the town to the Russell
homestead, where there was an old family
clock exactly like theirs, and borrowed
the key. In talking the matter over with
Mrs. Russell, Catherine remembered that
tramp had called and had eaten bowl
of bread and milk by the kitchen fire the
very morning before the pocket-book was
missed. That brought up the prolific
subject of tramps and thieves, and Mr..
Russell mentioned that widow named
Waite, with two children, son and a
daughter, from down the river somewhere,
doA duN 1loNCSA Ou w luS A1esoSOAAAI
place; that when he heard of it he couldn't
help remembering that last year when he
was down to the shiretown on jury a
widow woman named Waite was sent to
Jail for three months for stealing, and
that Mrs. Russell remarked that she didn't
intend to say anything about it to any
body, but that she had made up her mind
that she shouldn't call on her new
neighbors.
Tie next day, when Catherine was up
to her elbows in suds, q gentlemanly
appearing youth who said his family had
Just purchased the Biscomb place. came
to the door, having heard that Mr.. Camp
bell was Prudential School Committee, to
see if he could secure situation as
teacher for his sister, Catherine listened
no further, but answered him CURLY
without referring him to her father, and
shut the door in his face.
She mentioned the incident to Mrs.
Russell after dinner when she drove
over to return the clock key. She add
ed, thoughttully, that he looked to her
like the fellow to whom she gave the
bred and milk the day before the pocket
book was missed.
Mrs Russell asked how much money
there was in it, and, being told, said she
had heard that they paid one-third down
for their place, although only one-fourth
had been required.
When Catherine returned home she
found that her brother, James, had
driven over from his adjoining farm to
see about note which his father held
against some one in the next town,
which he thought ought to be renewed.
1t won't outlaw for year," said
Farmer Campbell.
''Let me see" said his son, and then,
of course, Catherine let out the story
"Was it your old sheepskin wallet,
father?''
"Oh, 70, it was the pretty red morocco
one with twenty different compartments
that the twins gave me last Christmas.
''You had it in your hand the last time
l was here, and showed me the receipted
bill for three sets Of Cyclopedias Gath
crimes set, James set and my set. Let
me see; that was Thursday. There was
tramp eating bread and milk in the
kitchen, a rough-looking fellow. I
thought it injudicious to let him enter
the house, and spoke to wife about it
when | got home. Don't you remember
it? After ne went away mother said
father looked like tramp in that old
sleeps gray suit"
"There, those clothes are in that RUG y
put in Catherine triumphantly, pointing
to an immense br ,ided mat on which
she was at work. s.Father left them off
to have them mended one day, the tin
peddler came along, and while father
was out talking with him, mother and l
stripped what was good for carpets out of
them and bundled up the rest for rags
in a hurry, l tell YOU
II am glad Of it." said her half broth
er, laughing heartily, "but must not be
lingering here. Father, can I tske your
side chill pillow for few days?"
II presume it is in that missing peck
ct book" observed Catherine facetiously,
and the tame crow laughed, SCUBA,
quha, quha," as he alignted outside the
window with Mrs. Campbell's scarlet
crochet knitting-bag in his bill, which
ne Immediately carried across the yard
and threw into the we'll
The four persons looked at each other
and nodded knowingly. "We will send
for Ed Hotton Immediately to come and
clean out the we'll" said the mother.
THAT would be impracticable while
the water is so Deep" said James, 1.but
at high noon you can reflect the bottom
of the we'll in looking glass, and see
what is there"
The experiment was tried, and there
Gould be seen on the clear, gravelly bot
tom Of the we'll sundry cups, mugs, nails,
small tools and pieces Of crockery, a
green frog, and a big, speckled trout, but
no pocket book. The knitting bag
cought on the bucket, and was saved, to
Mrs. Campbell's great relief
Hardly day passed but that some
thing was wanted, which, when INQUIRED
for, was found TO have been safely slowed
away in that capaeious pocket-book.
Mrs. Campbell settled down in tae be-
lief that James, who was the fathers son
by p1ior marriage and no favorite of hers,
had thought it no harm to appropriate
his fathers, property to his own uses.
Miss Catherine had no doubt that the
tramp had picked it up soon after her ia
Their had thoughtlessly laid it down, and
she was sure that the beggar and the
young Waite were one and the same per-