Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-01-12
FIVE WEEKS MARRIED.

"George, what are you going to do
Win all those latch-keys ?'' said young
MIS- brown to her husband. She was
oniy nVe weeks married, and one week
Hlstress OF fiat in New York apart
ment-house, so she had the right to
ask questions, and have them an
table. 0'' oA ''io
That's for you.o and he pushed one
toward her; " five for myself.s
Why i've for youT' said the little
woman, with podt, which became her
very much. 2
I" Well, you see,a he answered. off
only kept one and gave you the
others, You would lose them all in turn
with feminine careleSsness; then some
day ! would lose mine, and so it would
depend ON you whether | got in or
not.o
20 mcI. are so extremely clever z,
said Mrs. Brown. mockingly.
Wen, you must admit | have YOU
here," and he tossed the keys in his
hand.
The young woman addressed shook
her head wisely. and nothing more was
said about the KEYS.
Not very long after that, George had
to go out OF town, and was to be kept
away until very late.
BY the by" he said, as they sat at
breakfast, If your mother comes down
to-day, YOU ought to 20 back with her.
You viii be very lonely here this
evening. 1t might even be better if
you remain uD there all night.o
Perhaps" said Mrs. Brown, as he
kissed her and went away.
1t was one o'clock the next morning
when he got back to town. and at half
past he was at the door of his fat.
She did 60 up TO her mother. after
all.' he said to himself. as he looked
up TO the transom, from which not a
glimmer of light came; Il am very
glad; she would have been anxious
about my being so late.D
He deposited his travelling bag on
the floor and produced his KEYS. But
the door refused to be opened by the
little Yale KEY. he turned and
twisted IL; burned bis fingers with
matches examining it; turned It gently
and twisted It vigorously. but the thing
would not turn as it ought to in the
lcck- Then he gwore like a trooper,
and ended by sitting down on the
stairs and wiping the perspiration from
his forehead.
Well. Pm hanged IL this isn't in
teresting ~ he exclaimed.
After awhile he got up like a giant
refreshed, and proceeded TO make a
last effort. As he shook and even
kicked the obstinate door. he heard a
gruff voice from below.
What's all that row about 20
/ can't get into my rooms.v crowIed
Brown over the stairs at a man who
came up with 4 light. This was the
new janib0r. Here.r continued
Brown; " want 70 get into those
rooms of mine, and this blooming, kew
won't open the door,
The janitor took the key and tried
his hand at it.
Why, this key doesn't belong to
this lock at all. = he said. taking it out.
l tell you it does,v said Brown,
angrily.
g Look here.v said the ianitor. vou
had just better get out of this. 1t
strikes me you have come to the
wrong house. Qneerer things than
that have happened before now. The
last janitor told me to look out for
sHch as yon.r
Do you mean that | am trying on
queer business p burst In Brown, with
his last remnant OF temper utterly
gone; these are my rooms; my wife
i away. and must get in. tell you.''
don't know vou, and / am not
roing to lose my job for you. You
viii just have to get out said the
cther.
Brown rslshed at him, grabbed him
Iy the collar and threw him down
stairs. The ianitor picked himself
I'D. and ran down the street to pet e
policeman. The other hurried after
him on precisely the same errand.
Now. Mrs. Brown had not gone to her
mothers ak all. While her irata hria.