The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1884-05-06


Very strange, muttered he biting
his lip. 1 always put it In that waist
coat pocket. Possibly | may have
laid it ON the table among these pa
pers.
The aforesaid papers rustled hither
and Ihither, like animated snow fakes.
as Mr.. Walter hurriedly sought
among their confused masses, but it
was all in vain.
! | can't have lost it. he explained in
dire perplexiry. And every one OF
those notes is locked up in the safe,
with IN earthly chance Of ever getting
at it But | am certain the key can't
DE lost never lose anything : Ii
don't do to wait many more minutes
IN just put on a clean shirt and
run down town. Hang that con-
founded KEY!
Mr.. Walter FASTENED up u his
dressing-roOm to complete the details
OF his toilet ere he left the house; but
his trials were not vet destined to
terminate He was a methGdical
man, therefore his wardrobe was care
fully locked he always kept things
in ore place, therefore the keys We're
suu-ly repusing in one corner of tie
inaccessible iron safe.
He rushed frantically back to tie
library, hoping family that the key
might be on the mantlepie2c. where
he had not yet searched. No it was
not there, hut q treacherous inksiand
was, the contents of which, by one
unlucky sweep of the elbow, descend
ed IN an ebon cataract over his shirt
front-the shirt-'r,nt upon which
alone lie had depended
Well. here Is catastrophe! he
murmureJ, gloom'ly. sranching the
inky flow with mis- pocket bapdk r
chief However, | can button my
coat over Tor the present. Let me see
there is that money | promised to
pay Smith~on to-day. and
He stopped short, Il cold dew of
diSmay breaking out ON his for, head
the money-drawer was a fixture Of
the wretchcd iron safe
Peyniie,s and shirtless. what more
desperate state of affairs cpuli MS
worst enemy desire for him? There
was u lower deep yet, hnwever-w.uii
he not he chsrac:er likewise il MS
wife. nv any inoppOr!uue chance,
should discover that he, the model
and rule # order. had lost his key :
So Thought Mr.. Walter, as he went
IF to Il day of perpIexities and morti-
icstion in the city.
If ever | lease Jane again about
losing things, he muttered inwardly,
rs he entered the room on returning
home, | hope to be drowned with a
hundred weight of keys about my
neck It's certainly ajudgment upon
me
He unbuttOned his coat as he spoke
forgetful of the ink stains of the MORN
ing. Jane uttered faint scream and
shrank back. exclaiming, nv dear
Philip. what is the matter with your
shirt.
Tie matter Oh said ne colorin.
and laughing | remember now-l
split little ink over it this morning.
1t don: signify much.
Do let me get you out another,
dear.
No, no, said he, eagerly OBTAINING
her; it ism, at all worth while. Do
sit down and be easy, my love.
But Jane started away to carry her
baby up to the nursery Just as she
reached the door something jingled
softly in the pocket of her little silk
apron-she stopped in the passage.
Oh, by the way, Philip, here ia the
key to your iron safe. l found it on
the diDiDg-room table this afternoon
and, she added, with an arch sparkle
in her roguish eyes, l thought it
would be an excellent opportunity for
giving my husband lesson
She laid the key in his hand and
ran out of the room, as he recOiled in
voluntarily from the sound of his own
pedantic words. AS he contemplated
the cleaning wards of the little steel
mischief maker. in mingled delight
and modification. the echo of James
merry laughter on the stairs reached
his ears like a chime of silver bells.
He laughed, too-he couldn't help
it
Mrs. Jane Walter was a discreet
little female. She never alluded tn
the subject of keys, again. and her
husband was never after known to re-
proach her for carelessness.
A Remedy for Lung Diseases.
DIR Robert Newton, late president OF the
Eclectic college, OF the city OF New York,
and formerly of Cincinnati, Ohio, used
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