The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1885-02-26
FEBRUARY 1885
Mr.. Nox.
How . Man Searching for a Missing Art
Gle is Feelingly Described by His Long
Suffering Better Hall.

Gle is Feelingly Described by His Long
Suffering Better Hall.
Did you ever see man search for a
missing articleP Well, if not. just let
me tell you how Mr.. Nox does it.
MIR. Nox generally arises to build
fires, leaving me to my morning nap
undisturbed-that is, if he can remem-
ber where he put his clothes the pre-
vious evening; if not, / am called upon
to tell him where he stood, whence all
but him had fled Ito bed).
The other morning, after being
dreamily conscious that the "blame1
shavings were wet" and that the cid
litter never aDas in its place." I was
broadly awakened to find Mr.. Nox going
up and down our bedroom, lamp in
hand, his best hat stuck on the extreme
back of his head, kicking his slippered
feet against every bit of furniture in
reach, a dark frown contracting his
inquired the matter.
Hunting my rubbers" Shortly.
'.But you don't expect to find them in
here on the wall, do yoti?" seeing him
gazing upward. -.
'.Course do. Where else can they be?
I've looked everywhere else::''
1 suppress a giggle, which has become
chronic and attacks me whenever Mr..
Nox begins a search. suggest various
places in which they might be found;
but he ''has looked there" Back and
forth-now in one room, then in another
warmer wakes his wrath. He gives
the kitten rough push and looks care
fully on the spot of carpet it has occu-
pied. Suddenly an idea seems to strike
him, and holding the lamp high above
his head, he rushes into the preserve
closet. My mirth subsidies. I spring
up.
30. don't go in there! Your rubbers
never, neuer were in there. Good
gracious! Come out!" (raising my voice
in command.)
II don't know they amt, and Tn,
going to have them. Do you suppose
Tn going to milk that COW without my
rubbers?h
So much talk had awakened the
''fower of the family" who starts up
and says, speedily:
s'Saw 'em on the piano las night"
This is too much for ME, and 1 roll
over in bed, hugging a pillow ecstati-
eally over my mouth to suffocate my
laughter. When 1 had recovered I
peeped out and found Mr.. Nox eXamin-
ing the piano-first at one end and then
at the other. He prepares to take of
the lid, when my indignation gets the
better of my discretion, and l angrily
demand aoltat he is hunting, anyway.
"Why, my rubbers, you blOckie, didn't
she saw they were here?''
go you half wit're! Do you think
they could be in theree Stop tearing
up things so.''
He goes into the preserve closet again,
goes out, flies into the kitchen and
through the pantry. Then hear the
safe door click, wood box and coal hod
jingle merrily, the oven doors clang, a
pailful of potatoes roll out upon the
floor, the ash pan elatters, the sink is
explored: hear him open the clock;
then back into the sitting room he
tramps. Ny work basket suffers, sewing
machine examined, my work tumbled,
/ hear the dolls and playthings of the
'.Flower'' dashed upon the floor, then a
door bangs and all is silent. Mr.. Nox
has T me out into the untried, unfeeling
COW yard to milk that COW (she gives a
whole pint now every n1orning) without
his rubbers. I grieve not; the ground
is perfectly dry, know he is safe from
damp feet. l rise at once and dress
briskly; I know 1 have no time to lose il
1 would have my breakfast before ten
o'clock. 1 have not had ocular proof OF
the result of Mr.. Nox' eccentric search
ing for lost apparel, in vain. 1 am
perfectly aware of the chaotic state Of
the house, and am prepared to meet it.
1 consider myself heroine. in d
small way, to be able to meet
it. 1 hurry forth to the kitchen
crossing the sitting room
stumble over some object occupying tha
middle of the floor, and STOPPING tc
examine, find-the missing rubbers.-
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