The Red Cloud chief., 1880-02-19

Mrs. Major Whceleek. wife Of tia; old
pioneer AID e9iinent.y respected eiitren
Of thSt nssSc, fesrea ovsr Tn bsrisser
the other morning and answered him:
The sheans Why. they are right
down there somewhere. was using
them % five minutes ago"
TIE Major vsnted them 10 trim OF q
horse-blanke' nj the barn. ana he
marched into the sitting-room and up 20
the family work-basket. N course they
were there. lie tumbled . ball u yarn,
q paper Of pins, = half made garment. a
button-bcs and . p~in-eushion OF cn the
door, made q dive among boihins.
wofssed. threads, and dsrnlng-needles,
and the shears did not turn up. lie
stood the wofk-baskkt 90 he kesd, hut
il Was no good. Then he went osef to
the whst-not and raked off three or four
Photographs, ratified down q lot Of shells
and Knocked on two books, bat the
shears we're not there. fie was 80 In
the face Is he VENT into the hall and
called out:
81 cant find hide nor hair Of 'ern.
and l don't believe you eyer had anyi"
Snow look ~again-that's a good
rtsp." she replied: II knew they are
right there"
The Major got down on hands and
knees and looked under the lounge. No
shears. Then he stood up and looked
On the mantel. The nearest approach
to shears there MAS = bent hair-pin.
Then he walked around and surveyed
each window-sill, and gave the work
basket another Racket.
~ tell you there amt no shears. or
else I'm blinder'n 3 bat!' be shouted
from the hall after he had given the hall
tree q looking over.
why, Major, how impatient you
are!"
There's no Impotence about it! /
tell yUu the shears sin't herei No one
can ever find any thing In this house!
| had to look q straight hour the other
day to find q gimlet!"
of you don't see them in the bed
room Ill come down."
He entered the BEDROOM, glsnced ever
the bureau and stand, pulled the shams
off the pillows end whirled the pillows
around, and then took down q hair-oil
bottle from . bracket and looked into il.
The shears were not in the bottle, mol
any where else. Stay! They might
have been carried under the bed by that
mysterious household tide which carries
articles froifi room To roori In On invisi-
BILE 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?"
"After! After!" he shouted as he al
most couShed his head off; Sim after
them Internal shears!"
"Why, here they arel They were
lying in my sewing-chair, right In plain
sight
II don't believe it'll never believe
It'll looked into that chair over ten
thousand timesi"
swell, there they are"
ats no such thing! You've lost 'em
or pawned 'em or traded 'em for gum.
You've no more order in your house
than an old coOper-shOp!"
He walked past the chair into the hall
and was going out when she called:
"Dear, aren't You going to take the
shearsp" -
"Shears? What shears? I'm going
over to the store and buy me a pair Of
shears, and If any human being in this
house ever puts . finger on 'em they'll
suffer for 1T I'll see il I can't have q
pair of shears in my house after being
married for upwards Of forty-three
years!'
And he pulled down his hat and slam
med the door with all his might As he
went Out.-Defrol Free Press.