The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1891-06-13

very first thing. poor dear. It's Mr.
Burnabce as lives there, n manufacturer
of ladies' felt skirts, quite decent and
respectable. Oh. yes, my dear; p'r'aps
we'd better 20, then, or the poor dcar'll
fine herself over the parapet, and it1l
be 4 clear case for the coroner's in
quest"
In h cloudy moonlight the two wom-
en- crept downstairs and rang loudly
at Mr.. Burnabec's door.
There was a delay. There always is
a delay after the ringing of a city door
bell. But to Miss Parkinson and Mrs.
Larkins there was Il delay which
seemed almost intcrminable before Mr..
Burnabee appeared on the scene, Il little
cd red-nosed man, with scanty gray
hair. a palm-lcaf-pattcrncd dress
ing-gown and n candle whose feeble
flame flickercd to and fro while he held
it shaded from the night wind with one
hand.
is it fire." said Mr.. Burnabcc, 'ori is
it a accident on the elevated road?
I've always knowcd it would come
sooner OF later"
The roof! The roof!' gaSped Me-
linda.
Save her. shricked Mrs. Larkins.
"Eh?" said Mr.. Burnabrc. Save
who? What are you talking about,
ladies?'
The slccpwalkcr!.' cried Miss Par
kinson. The poor rcature who
hovcrs between life and death on the
top of this house.
I'VE saw a woman on the roof" cx-
planned Mrs. LarkinS, land she wouldn't
answer when my cousin called TO her;
and we're almost certain sure she's in
sane"
Mr.. B~urnabce's wrinl5lcd countc-
nance broke into a smile.
There amt no woman there" said
he.
MAN." said Miss Melinda, you are
~deceiving u.s.
Its nothing on earth, went on Mr..
B%urnabee, but my wire dummy as
fit the skirt over. The roof leaked all
over her new pink cambria slip in the
hard shower yesterday, SO | Jest set her
out on the ROOF to dry. l put her out
at night, because | knowed if l did it
in the daytime there'd be no end of pco-
pie asking questions and minding
everybody elsc's business but their
own"
oh" said Miss Parkinson, rather
awkwardly.
of course" said Mrs. Larkins, bit.
ing her lip.
"Much obliged to you, all the same
said Mr.. B%urnabee, blandly, although
he still chucklcd.
And the two women crept home
"Lucretia," said Miss Parkinson,
standing opposite her own door.
'W-w-wcll." ;altered Mrs. Lark.
ms, scarcely able to rcpress her SILVER
ing.
Don't speak of this to anyone, will
you?"
No, l won't" said Mrs Larkins.
But it is to be feared that she did not
keep her word, for Mr.. Larkins was
full of dark illusions the next dav, and
Miss Persephone could scarcely speak
for laughing.
Miss Parkinson purchased her pat
stIIS anu Sccurcu her uInIQer STYLES, |
fastened speedily back to Center
lille; and yer since she declares that
Ill the wealth of the Indies would not
induce her to live in that sink of
and headccnter of mystery.
New York. And if people ask her
she only shakes her head and
avs, mysteriously:
Never mindr"-Amy Randolph, in
Y. Ledger.
Mailing Money.
1t is not until a person has lost a five
r ten-dollar bill sent through the
rails that he feels hat there is some
hing or somebody sadly immoral in
service. The practice of sending
aper money through the mails is Il
cry foolish one. 1t can be easily
roven. Place a ~five-dollar bill in an
nvelope. Now smell it. There you
ave it. There is nothing on earth
int smells like paper money and a
lief expert in his business with good
factory nerves can detect the pres
Ice of money in an envelope at any
age of the game. 1t is well to re-
ember before sending paper money
unregistered that ''for ways that are
ark and tricks that are vain the