Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1885-09-03

Sticking his arm INFO II up 70 hs htt.
his hand was protruding from an aperture
on the other side. This caused him TO
change the position of the dress, and he saw
another opening and sounded i5s depths and
ascartainel that IL was the same mysterious
hole be had cen in a moment before.
This slightly annoyed him, and after
throwing off his coat and vest and mopping
the streams of perspiration from his face, he
again went in search OF the pocket lie saw
a little slit on the ri -ht side, and softer
light came into his eyes. This i IT, ne
murmured, and putting his hand into shall
low founes, commenced 70 grOpe around for
the key. which, however, was sleeping
snugly in the pOcke at least two feet away.
Pettingill got mai and began TO swear
through his cIenched teeth. He determined
to fini the pocket or die, with his face 20 the
foe, end the next minute he commenced
stabbing the dress with both hands, hitting
it straight blows from the shoulder, and
dancing around il, just as Il he was en-
gagged in a rough-and-tumbe fight lie
glanced AZ the clock and saw that the train
would start in forty minutes, ani once more
he Jumped for the dress with low yell that
indicated plainly that he was mad enough
to match himself against a hornet. he
jammed his head into the folds of the dress
and commenced digging with both hands,
and the air got full Of satin bows, pieces Of
Vatican plaits and smothered growls. While
seated in chair resting himself he glarei
at the crumpled dress living ON the floor, and
the idea occurred to him that the only way
TO keep the pocket from dodging him was to
put the dress ON. He did so and then re-
newed his search, but his hands would slide
into loops, furbelows, folds, founces and
everything else except the much desired
pocket This was more than he could stand,
and be determined to take off the dress aud
tear il to pieces and thus discover the dwell
ing-place of the pocket lie pulled the dress
up over his head as il he was divesting
himself of a shirt, out it got caught in his
suspender buckles and wrapped itself
around his neck in peculiar way, and he
stopped forward and tugged at it with all
his strength, but it would not give an inch
and appeared to tighten its grip around his
head. Ii was hot, and be was smothering
in its folds, and in order te release bir.seif
he Ibeat the air with both hands and danced
up and down In one spot until ihewindow
panes ratified. The dress, however, knew tnat
it was getting the best OF him and would
not let him go. and then Pettingill in his
rage made blind dash and butted the bowl
AMI pitcher on the Wasnstanl ana upset tno
rocking chair, which prodded him severely
in the ribs. The next dive he made the bu-
reau suffer, and cologne bottles and powder
boxes, mingling with tin bath tub and
bird cage rolled over the 6oor.
Mrs. Pettine:ll heard the crash, and has
tening up stairs, discovered her husband
lying ON the floor on his back, with his arms
and head bound up in her dress, and kicking
both his legs in the air and using profanity
of lao degrees in the shade. She pulled him
out of the dress, and he sat up on the floor
and gazed at her in dazed way, and rub
bed his ribs with one hand and wiped the
blood off his nose with the other. There
was look in his eyes which told Mrs Pet
tingill that it was not the time to talk to her
husband so she merely picked up the dress,
and without any trouble at all stuck her
hand in certain place and took out the key.
which sic handed him without saying "a
wcrd 1t was too late TO catch the train, so
Pettlngill quietly bathed his bruised head and
then went 10 a locksmiths shop, and when be
came home be brought his 'yalise kew with
hinl, and it was chained to bar Of pig IRON