Connecticut western news., 1889-06-12

 thing" said Beulah, severely. "Why notf' said I. Suppose the contents are perishables" ''It would be equal to highway rob | bery," demonstrated Beulah.
 ''No, it wouldn't" said I. "And the old thing is so dreadfully in one's wayl If we could only get it up into the store room before the new lodgers come."
 "Let's try" said Beulah. So between us we hoisted the trunk up two fl ghts Of stairs and put it away in the angle of chimney. s1ts awfully heavy" said Beulah, 'sand there's something rattles inside of it."
 'I've heard of dead bodies being cut up and packed in trunks sometimes,' , said I, in whisper. ''Letty, don't talk nonsense" said Beulah, with a shudder. We had had the trunk about week in our possession, when I went back to | the old house that we had left, to get a little bed-key which had somehow been overlooked, on the top shelf of a corner cupboard.
 Mrs. Dawson, the old lady who had moved in, was disconsolate.
 'I've lost my boarder," said she, s'al- ready"
 "Dear mel" said I, ''that's pityp
 '.As nice young doctor as ever you set eyes on," said she, ''as wanted the front room for an office and the back parlor for a bedroom. Was to pay weekly in advance, with extra for at tendance on the bell, and meals sent in from a res staurant."
 ''That would have been very nice, :" said I.
 s'And all because he couldn't find his bonesp said Mrs. Dawson. "Couldn't find his bones2" echoed I. t'Surgical things and anatomies, you know," explained Mrs. Dawson. "He a3 good as intimated as I'd stole elm. Now what sort of use could make of 8 lot of bones all wired togethera Is it likely I'd steal 'em2'' Mrs. Dawson was so solemn and plain tive, and the idea was so supremely | ridiculous that went off into a spas- modic fit of giggling. could not help it, standing there on chair, with half my head and shoulders in the closet I hope she didn't hear | mel
 However, found my bed-key and departed, and when got home l told the story of the young doctor and the bones to Beulah; and even grave Beulah laughed.
 "But Pm sorry that the poor old lady has lost her boarder," said Beulah, gently.
 "So am Il'' cried, overwhelmed by a sudden remorse; land wouldn't have laughed if I could have helped it, Beulah. But couldn't help ftp
 Half an hour afterward heard Beulah calling me. But I did not answer, for the very good reason that at that es- pecial moment I was martyr to GU. riosity.
 To speak truth, I was on my knees before tho mysterious trunk, trying to fit one of the equally mysterious bunch of keys to it, and I had just reached that most aggravating stage when key had been got in, and absolutely de- clined either to turn the lock or to come out again.
 So kept very quiet, and presently my sister got tired of calling, and could hear her go out and close the door behind her.
 How I worked at that stupendously obstinate key how got feather and fabricated it with machine oil! how pushed and pulled, and turned and twisted, and resolved over and over again never more to meddle with what was no business of mine until, all oi sudden, without the slightest notice, the key gave little spasmodic quiver in the lock and the lid flew up.
 Over fell, with shriek like those o Bluebeard's wife.
 At the same moment the door behind be opened, and in walked my sister Beulah, old Mrs. Dawson, and tall fine-looking young man, with silk brown moustache and dark eyes, that in the one glance got of them, seemed full of suppressed laughter.
 scrambled awkwardly to my feet an6 backed into the nearest corner, heartily wishing myself mouse, beetle, $ buffalo moth, or any of those convent ently- constructed creatures that can dis appear into the crack of floor and hid, from human sight. "Gracious me, Lefty what's the mat ter9" cried Beulah. "And how came tn, trunk open"
 ''This is the very trunk" said the tai young man. '1nitialed 'C-for Car son, you know" s.And hope no one'l Il never accuse m of stealing human bones no more," said Mrs. Dawson, unfolding prodigiou white, pocket handkerchief, as if pre-