The Nevada picayune., 1885-02-12

What have you used, John--this chairi You have not been to the cupboardi Mo- peering into a dark recess, musty with papers. What efsss'
 "Nothing else, Agatha, here, ex, cept,' with a quick smile, the waste paper basket, and that is empty. You can see for yourself.' 'Ah,' said Agatha, 'here is cook as a heavy breathing became audi. ble in the passage. Cook her voice tremb bling at sight of the sym. pathetic face, your master has not seen the baby--at least he thinks not. He was very busy but he heard Ter cry, and he YhAy have taken her up and forgotten. We are looking for her.
 (Which you wont never find her, then,' said the cook in a broken voice. In my last place but one where was general cleaner in Mrs. 'Alls family, there was child disappeared, as it might be this, and it was never found-gypsies or not, it was never come across again.
 oh don't cookv cried Agatha, plaintively. And Emmy coming this morning. Your master thinks he may have put her somewhere and forgotten. He remembers hearing her.
 (Which he might said the cook, mot being deaf. Which l don't mean no disrespect, sir, but she was roaring awful, and l says to Mary, says I, Master'll never know low to quiet that child, go Ill run up and bring her down bit; and l stops to change my apron, and l ups, as it might be here, end the cradle, as it might be here, and no sound, and the cradle as empty as it is this minute.'
 Cook turned dramatically and pointed one stout arm to the little cradle in the sunlight. Mt. Mich. Olson's fearful eyes followed the nand, and her husband stood un. easily in the center of the group, with an anxious frown upon hls face.
 'Which,' added cook scornfully, I think a baby-and such a one, bless ker-is of more vally than all this rubbish,' she waved her hand over the table, On which lay the neat manuscript and the rows of mended pens, and Mir. Nicholson
 moved instinc.ively step back. ward, as if she had an evil eye and his writings would shrivel at her
 scornful gesture.
 Cook said Mrs. Nicholson with
 dignity, marred little by the quiv , CT in her voice, you don't under stand. Your master is very clever aud his writings are of great: ::value. 7 Of course,' with a pleading look
 upward, 'baby is our first thought , just now. There are no wild beasts here, so she cannot be eaten. But she has gone, and before Emmy comes this evening she must be fOund.'
 'Of cohrse she must,' said Ner husband, plucking up courage from her exceeding gentleness. We , will begin systematically, and go through every room in the house.
 So the search began, that ended an hour later, in the great hall with three perplexed faces meeting each other at the foot of the stairs, in a , silence that Mrs. Nicholson broke. It's no use, John; 1 cannot bear it any longer. She is lostp She flung out her empty hands
 with despairing gesture, but her , husband caught and held them.
 Don't give up, Agatha, it will all 1. come right. If search the world , through 1 will find her. 'Or the body said the cook. , Mrs Nicholson shuddered. , The minutes silence was broken , by a sound of merry laughter and
 the trampling of merry feet. For f a minute Agatha raised her head,
 listening attentively, and then she
 dropped it with sigh. f It is only the rectory boys, f John, she said; they have been in s the hayfeld all day; and asked
 them to tea. l cant speak to them I am tho anxious.'