Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1889-06-14

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Lefty don't talk nonsense" said
Beulah, with a shudder.
We had had the trunk about week
IN our possession, when went back to
The old house that we had left, to get
iat4io-ielYkcy which had' somehow been
overlooked, on the top shelf OF corner
euI board.
Mrs. Dawson, the old lady who had
moved in, was dsconsolate
I've lost my boardcr said she, cal
ready"
Dear meln said /, 'qhat's pityp
As nice young doctor as ever you
let eyes on, said she, 'as wanted the
front room for an office and the back
parlor for bedroom. Was to pay
weekly in advance, with extra for at
tendance on the bell, AMI meals sent in
from a restaurant y
"'rhat would have been very nice, "
said ].
''And all because he couldn't find his
hones" sa' d Mrs. Dawson.
.Couldn't find his bones2" echoed |.
Surgical things and auatomies, you
know, " explained Mrs. Dawson. 'He
a good as intima cd rs I'd stole EN-.
Now what sort of use could / make of
lot Of bones all wired togcthers Is it
lkly I'd steal 'em2'
Mrs. Dawson was so solemn and plain
tive, and the idea was so supremcly
filleulous that | went off into spas
nodic fit Of giggiiug.
] could not help it, standing there on
chair, with half my heal and shoulders
~ The closet. hope she didn't hear
.rSekaxever, / found my bed ey and
e 'farlel, and when ! got home told
DC story Of the young doctor and the
Zones to Bcu ahi and even grave Beulah
faighed.
"But I'm sorry that the poor old
I lady has lost her boarlcr," said Bculah,
gently.
so am II + cried, overwhelmed by
a sudden remorsc; 'and | wouldn't have
laughed if | could have helped it,
Beulah. But couldn't help it!n
Half an hour afterward heard Bculah
calling me. But did not answer, for
the very good reason that at that es-
.pecial moment / was a martyr to Gu
rosity
To speak truth, l was on my knees
before the mysterious trunk, trying to
lit one Of the equally mysterious bunch
Of keys to it, and | had just reached
hat most aggravatng 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 worked at that stupcndously
obstinate key how lg1t a feather and
fabricated it with machine oil! how /
pushed and pulled, and turned and
twisted, aad resolved over and over
again never more to mcddlo with what
was no business Of mine!-until, a!! o!
a sudden, without the slightest notice,
the key gave littlc spasmodic qu.ver in
the lock aad the lid flew up.
Over fell, with shrek like those Of
Biuebeard's wife.
At the same moment the door behind
be opened, and in walked my sister
Bculah, old Mrs. Dawson, and tall
iine-lookiag young man, with silk
brown moustache and dark eyes, that,
IN the one glance ] get Of them seemed
iu'i Of suppressed Tau shter.
| scrambled awkwarIly to my feet and
backed into the nearest corner, heartily
wishing myself a mouse, beetle. a
builalo-moth, or any of those convent
eH;iJ constructed creatures that can dis
appear into the crack of a floor and hide
from human sight.
'Gracious M, Lefty! what's the mat
terP' cried Bcnlah. "And how came the
1 s]sasn en-. = .,--,-.. $3.50
"lhis is the very trunk" said the tail
young man. ''Initialed 'C'-for Car
son, you know
And hope no onc'll never accuse me
o. stealing human bones no more" said
Mrs. Dawson. unfolding a prodigious
White, pocket handkerchief, as il pro-
pared to burst into tears on the shortest
notice.
.It's~it's full II boness' gaspsl.
Certainly" asscnted the young man.
1T would be decidedly awkward to
carry my office skeleton through the
streets on the top of a load OF furniture.
so dis-articuIatod it and racked il into
Tins trunk. But how it came to be de-
ilyered here cannot imagine, unless it
was through the stupidity of the truck
men,
began to giggle anew.
gould Mrs. Dorchester have
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