Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-02-05
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Mr.. Snorkle is bachelor, turned forty.
He has just quilted the furnished apart
ments on Remsen street, which he has occu-
pied for over four years. The circum-
stances attending his removal were painful
to other parties. Mr.. Snorkle found
his own coal. He had half dozen scut-
ties brought up at once and placed in box,
which he kept in a closet in his room.
During the recent cold snap, he was amazed
to find that he was using nearly box
of coal every day. He calculated that at
that rate his stove consumed its contents
about four times a day and some
thing over. When this had lasted
for about week, Mr.. Snorkle thought
it was time to inquire into the mystery, so
when Sunday came he stayed at home all
day on purpose to watch the stove. Two
scuttles supported the stove from Saturday
night to Monday morning. He might have
spoken to his landlady, but he thought it
best not. When he came home from bust
ness on Monday, he trod on something just
inside the door. He stopped and examined
it. 1t was piecs of coal. He looked
along the passage and saw other pieces
leading up to the door of his neighbor, Mr..
Sankefy. Mr.. SnorkIe returned to his
room and whistled revival tune.
Mr.. Sankefy was one of the
lights of a big church which
had revivals and cornet and rows with
other churches. Mr.. Sankefy at meals
always bent his head and shut his eyes for
fully half minute before he touched his
food. He always went out regularly to
service Sundays and week days, and took
religious newspapers. Mr.. Snorkle was
not pious. Still he had respect for pisty
in others and did not like to think of Mr..
Sankely as warming his feet with unscrip-
tural coal. Mr.. Snorkle thought over tho
matter for long time. Then he went to
bed. Next day Mr.. Snorkle came home
two hours earlier than usual. He let him
self in quietly and went up to his room.
Then he took from his peck
ct three or four cartridges and dis
tributed them among the coal in his box.
Having done this he sat down and read
Burke on the Sublime and Beautiful" In
half an hour Mr.. Sankefy came home.
After going to his room he speedily came
out again with light step and a scuttle.
He looked this way and that, peered over
the banisters and listened. Then he
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kle lay down on the floor by the far side
of his bed, like an abject trickster. After
another knock Mr.. Sankefy turned the
handle and entered. Then he listened
again with one ear in the room and one
in the passage. Leaving the door open, he
went to the closet and filled his scut-
tie with coal. Then he departed. Mr..
Snorkle arose and threw himself into a
listening attitude. Nothing was heard for
half a minute, and then only the sound of
the door turning once more. Mr.. Snor-
kle again Frustrated himself. Mr.. Sank
ely again entered and filed his scuttle snd
departed. Mr.. Snorkle again arose and
listened. Some one was raking a stove:
then there was the sound of coal dropping
into the stove. Then there was
silence. Then there was the sound of Mr..
Snorkle's heart beating, as he listened
more intensely. Then there was an ex
plosion, with shrek and a sound as of a
strong man taking promiscuous exercise.
Mr.. Snorkle's face grew pale. Then the
corners of the mouth went up, and the
mouth and its owner went out
into the passage. Mr.. Sankey's door
was open, and Mr.. Sankefy was leaning
against the post thereof, warped and an
2uish stricken, and grooming like an in
quirer at the altar.
When the landlady came upstairs she