Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-06-25

icca, queen of. the Britons, was Just
locking up the house.
''Sure. / was gOin' round to me couS-
ms for bite of somethin' to cat, said
she. The second load has gone, and
the man won't be back in hour or
more"
bridget" said 1, sepulchrally,
"tc6ere hRs it gomez"
ITO the new house, sure" said
Bridget. Where should it co.
Did you tell him where to drive%
asked
"Surc. he had bit of Card that
YOU wrote yoursilf,'' said Bridget
l tore my hair. Who ever hcurd of a
load of furniture getting lost in the
streets of tho metropolis like black
and-tan terrier or a barefooted baby?
What on earth docs this mean"
demanded, apostrophizing the disman-
tied windows, the freless CRATE, rather
than any actual personality.
At that moment Mrs 'Goldlcaf came
hurriedly in.
I've left the new house with the
real estates agents boy said She. Il
couldn't rest quietly without coming
to see what all this could mean. Oh,
Jacob. shall we be left without pillow
to lay Our heads on this night?'
If the worst comes To the worst, VIC
can 90 To a hotel" suggested |. But
it's the most mysterious example of an
unaceountablc disappearance that ever
heard of.
Just then there came loud ringing
at the doorbell, and in tripped Cousin
Pcrgrine Posts bluc-eycd little wife.
Dear, dear Cousin Jacob" she cried,
running up to me in tears. Il must
thank you with my own lips"
Thank me- For WHAT" demand
cd. wondering if trouble and impcc1mi-
osity and an ovcrpluS of babies had
driven the little creature mad.
81 could hardly believe my own eyes, :"
said she. brrathlcssly. And I'm SO
sorry called You 'har,lhrartcd flint
last nirht. when Pcrr%rinc came home
and told me how cnldly you had re-
pulsed him. How WAS to know that
you were all the while mcditating this
delightful SURPRISE
turned To my wife.
"Spcall to her, Alice, said !, in a
whisper. ''Do contrivc somehow to
sooth her. I'm very much afraid she's
going insane.
Mrs. Gnldlcnf who had always been
partial To my Cousin rrrcgrinc'S wife,
went up t. her with outStrctchcd hands.
Tell ne about it. dear said she.
Don't yo~ know" Haid Nelly. All!
he is So good. lie never lets his left
| hand know what his right hand does.
| It's tho way with all real philanthrO-
| piSts Its the beautiful furniture,
| Mrs. Goldlcaf-cirairS. sofas, tables,
hair mattresses. a lovely set of china,
| all packed I'm barrels. bureaus, cngrav-
| ings-oh, everything that You can pos
sibly think of. Our little house is fur
nishcd completely. And oh. we did 50
| need it,
stop said I, husllily. "How did
you know all these things came from
me-"
IL asked the cartman," she said;
land he said Mr.. Jacob Goldlcaf, the
lawyer. had sent him; and he showed
INC card with No. IL Smith street
written on 1t, III your own handwrit-
ing"
This, then, explained the mystery.
In my angry prcoccuPation ~ the aby
before had written the address of the
house which my cousin Pcrcgrine Post
had told me ne was about to move into,
instead of my own.
My wife looked ut me with sparkling
eyes of love and admiration.
Dear Jacob" said she, Il knew
knew you could he noble and magnani
nous when You chose"
''Oh. how-ho,r can | ever thank YOU
sufficiently" s"bbcd Nelly. covering
my hand with kisses.
said nothing. What could ! say
To this day the Posts believe that haC
! a spontaneous burst of generosity Oh
that first day Of May. But had to OK
plain matters tn my wife. and checked
the career of the cartman at once.
"Nevcr mimi. dear, said Mrs Gold
leaf. I'VE can huy new furniture
And your cousin, Pcrr"rinc Post. need
it 50 much. and Nelly WAS So grateful.
And that was all the consolation
had.-Amy Randolph, In y. y. Ledger