The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1880-04-01
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Mrs Major Wheeloels. sRlsc Of. that old
pioneer and einiuently respected citizen
Of that name, leaned over ffe ban;ster the
| other morning and answered him:
"The ehears? Why, they are right
down there somewhere. was using
them not Eve minutes ago."
The major Yanted them TO trim OF q
hoysebiRnket ut the barn, and he MARCHED
into Che aitting-Eoom and up to the fami-
ly work basket. OF couSse they were
there. He tiimbied baii OF yarn, d
paper of pins, o haif.made garment, q
button-box and Pine cushion off on the
floor, made dive among the bodkins,
sYorsted, threads and daruing- g-peedles, and
the shears did not turn up. He stood
the work-basket on lie head, but it was
no good. Then he sent over to the
what-not and raked off thrss or four
photographs, ratified down o lot of shells
and knocked off two boo 9, but the shears
were not there. He was red in the face
e. be vent into the hall and called cut |:
I Il cant find hide nor hair of 'em, and
don't believe you ever had anyW
"Now look again--that's good man."
she replied, II know they are right
there ?'
The major 60. dow OH his hands and
knees and looked under the lounge. No
shears. Then he stood up and looked
on the mantle. The nearest approach to
shears there was q bent hair-pin. TheE
ne walked around and surveyed each
windowsill and gave the work. k.basket
another racket
II tell you there ain't no shears there
or elsr. I'm blindern bat !" he shouted
from the hall after he had given the hall
tree q looking over.
are"
"'There's no impatIence about i'll ]
tell you the shears amt here No one
can ever find anything in this house I
had to look o straight hour the other day
to find the gimletP'
eff you don't Gee them in the bedroom
I'll come down." iAhf; 6.
| He entered the bedroom, glanced over
the bureau and stand, pulled the shaps
off the pillows and whirled the pilows
around, and then took down O hair oil
bottle from bracket anc looked into It,,
The shears were not IN che bottle ror
anywhere else. Stay They might have
been carried under the bed by that mys-
terious household tide which carries q 81
CleS lTOlu IOOui W tOOlH III III luVlBlDle
manner. He crawled under, bumped
! his head on the Stats, got dust in his
| throat; and was backing out with blood
in his eye when his wife called out:
"Why, what on earth are you after p"
"After After" he shouted, as he
| almost coughed his head ofF-"Pm after
them shearsp
"Why. here they arel They were
lying in my sewing chair, right in plain
sight" s7ff' = ai
III don't believe it-TlI never believe
It'll looked into that chair over, ten
thousand timesr p
"Well, there they are." '4a RI
"Its no such thingl You've lost 'em
| or nawned 'em or traded 'em for gum.
You've no more order in your house than
On old cooper shopi"
He walked past the chair into the hall
and was going out when she called:
Dear, aren't you going to take the
shears ?"
"Shears2 What shears2 I'm going
over to the store and buy Dsa pair Of
shears, and If any human being in this
house ever puts finger on 'em they'll
suffer for i'll I'll see If I can't have a
pair of shears In my house after being
married for upward of forty three years p
And he pulled down his hat and
slammed the door with oil hia might IA
he went OUT Detroit E!tse Press.