The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1886-03-18

STICKING mas arm INTO ~ up 20 It6 Httt
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 its depths and
ascertained that it was the same mysterious
hole he had been in a moment before.
This slightly annoyed him, and after
throwing off his coat and vest and hopping
the streams of perspiration from his face, he
again went in search of the pocket. He saw
a little slit on the right side, and softer
light came into his eyes. ''This is it, he
rnurmured, and putting his hand into shall
low hounce, commenced to grope around for
the key, which, however, was sleeping
snuRly in the pocket at least two feet away.
Pettingin got mad and began to swear
through his clenched teeth. He determined
to find the pocket or die, with his face to the
foe and the next minute he commenced
stabbing the dress with both hands, hitting
it straight blows from the shoulder, and
dancing around it, just if he was en-
gagged in a rough-and-tu tumble fight. He
glanced at the clock and saw that the train
would start in forty minutes, and 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
damned his head into the folds Of the dre-s
and commenced digging with both hands,
and the air got full of satin bows, pieces of
Vatican plaits and smothered growls. While
seated in a chair resting himself he glare1
at the crumpled dress lying on the floor, and
the idea occurred to him that the only way
to keep the pocket from lodging 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, hounces and
everything else except the much desired
pocket. This was more than he could stand,
and he determined to take off the dress aud
tear it to pieces and thus discover the dwell
ing-place of the pocket. Hepulled the dress
up over his head as If he was divesting
himself of shirt, out it got caught in his
suspender buckles and wrapped itself
around his neck in peculiar way, and he
STONED 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 1t was hot and he was smothering
In its folds, and in order to release himself
he beat the air with both hands and danced
I'D and down IN Ole spot until thewindow
panes ratified. The dress, however, knew that
it was getting the best Of him and would
not let him go, and then Pettingin in his
rage made blind dash and butted the bowl
and pitcher off the washstand and upset the
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 floor.
Mrs. Pettingil heard the crash, and has
tening up stairs, discovered her husband
living 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 40 degrees in the shade. She pulled him
out OF the dress, and he sat up on the floor
and eazed at her in a dazed way, and rub
bed his ribs with one hand and wiped the
blood of his nose with the other. There
was a 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 a certain place and took out the key.
which size handed him without saying
<vord It was too late to catch the train, SO
PettingilI quietly bathcl his bruised head and
then went to a locksmith's shop, and when he
came home he brought his valise key with
him. and it was chained to bar of pig IRON.