The Coconino sun., 1891-06-13

Sure. l was goin' round to me cousins for bite of somethin' to eat :" l said she. ''The second load has gone and the man won't be back in an hour or more"
 Bridget" said I, sepuichrally, 'tohere has it gonep"
 "To the new house, sure" said Bridget. "Where should it goP"
 "Did you tell him where to driver" I asked.
 Sure, he had bit of a caird that you wrote yoursilf," said Bridget.
 1 tore my hair. Who ever heard of 0 load of furniture getting lost in the streets of the metropolis like black and-tan terrier or a barefooted babyl
 What on earth does this meanm l demanded, apostrophizing the dis mantled windows, the flreless grate, rather than any actual personality.
 At that moment Mrs. Goldleaf came hurriedly in.
 'Tve left the new house with the real estate agents boy" said she. | couldn't rest quietly without coming to see what all this could mean. Oh, Jacob, shall we be left without pill low to lay our heads on this night?"
 'If the worst comes to the worst, we can go to hotel" suggested I. But it's the most mysterious example of an unaccountable disappearance that ever heard of."
 Just then there came loud ringing at the doorbell and in tripped Cousin Peregrine Posts blue eyed little wife.
 Dear, dear Cousin Jacob" she cried running up to mo in tears, 'I must thank you with my own lips"
 Thank me! For whatP" l de- manded, wondering If trouble, and i'm pecuniosity, and an overplus of babies had driven the little creature mad.
 'I could hardly believe my own eyes" said she breathlessly. And I'm SO sorry I called you hard hearted flint last night when Peregrine came home and told me how coldly you had repulsed him. How was to know that you were all the while meditating this delightful surprisep"
 I turned to my wife.
 Speak to her. Alice, said I, in a whisper. "Do contrive somehow to soothe her. I'm very much afraid she's going insane"
 Mrs. Goldleaf, who has always been partial to my cousin Peregrine's wife, went up to her with outstretched hands.
 Tell me about it dear" said she.
 Don't you know?" said Nellie. "Ah, he is so good! He never lets his left hand know what his right hand does It's the way with all real philanthro- pists. It's the beautiful furniture, Mrs. Goldleaf-chairs, sofas. tables, hair mattresses. a lovely set of china all packed in barrels, bureaus, engravings oh, everything that you can possibly think of! Our little house is furnished completely. And oh. we did so need it!"
 "Stop" said I, huskily. How did you know all these things came from me?"
 'I asked the cartman." she said; ''and he said Jacob Goldleaf, the law yer, had sent him; and he showed me a card with No. II Smith street writ ten on |. in your own hand writing"
 This then explained the mystery. In my angry preoccupation of the day before 1 had written the address of the house which my cousin Peregrino Post had told me he was about to move into. instead of my own!
 My wife looked at me with sparkling eyes of love and admiration.
 "Dear Jacob" said she. Il knew l knew you could be noble and mag unanimous when you chose!n
 ''Oh, how-hoV can I ever thank you sufficiently" sobbed Nellie, cover. ering my hand with kisses.
 said nothing. What could I sayf To this day the Posts believe that had a spontaneous burst of generosity on that first day of May. But had to explain matters to my wife. and checked the career of the cartman a. once.
 "Never mind dear" said Mrs. Gold leaf. I've can buy new furniture. And your cousin Peregrine Post needs It so much, and Nellie was so grate- fulm
 And that was all the consolation l had.