The Coconino sun., 1891-06-13
HOW WE MOVED.

It was the S0th day of April when my cousin, Peregrine Post came into the office, threadbare and shabby as usual, with the nap worn of his hat his garments threadbare with much wear and excessive brushing, and a pair of fingerless gloves upon his hands.
 can not say that was glad to see him. My cousin. Peregrine Post was one of those luckless fellows who are always losing property, making un- fortunate investments, and borrowing snall sums of money which are to be repaid, without fail, at the expiration of precisely one week from the date of the loan. But he was a good sort of fellow, too, in his way. He had made a love match with pretty blue-eyed girl without penny, and had half a dozen dimpled babies, and how they lived nobody knew.
 Going to move the 1st of May, Cousin JacobP" said he, beamingly.
 'I suppose so," said l.
 ''So am l, said Cousin Peregrine. "Rent's getting too high--landlady has raised-all that sort of thing. So we're going to II Smith street"
 looked hard at Peregrine Post and made no remark. Was he going to ask me to lend him S5, or to demand that l should become security for his rentP l resolved in my inmost mind to say No" to either proposition at once.
 And, as we're pretty low for furni- ture, " said Peregrlne. it occurred to my mind that perhaps you'd send us any old odds and ends that you've no particular use for. Children's cribs, chairs, tables, ash-tubs-anything in fact!" with comprehensive wave of the hand which seemed to embrace the whole subject.
 'Peregrine Post" said I wrathfully, 'do you think I've nothing to do but to buy furniture to give away2"
 Any old thing you know" inter- posed my cousin with impurturbable good humor. I've aren't particular.
 Il shall do nothing of the sort" said l. 'I have no old things My furniture is all substantial and excel lent--n
 Wish mine was!" interjected Pere- grine lost rubbing the palm of his fingerless gloves together briskly.
 ':And l do not promise to part with it. So wish you very good morn- ing.n
 No ofTense. l hope, said Peregrine Post.
 Good morning." repeated frig- idly; and just then my clerk came in to tell me that the cartman was wait ing outside for orders as to the moving ceremonial of the morrow.
 I went home after business hours and told my wife about it.
 I'm sorry, Jacob" gaid she, slight shadow coming over her face
 ''Sorryr' I echoed.
 "Because, dear, there's plenty of little odds and ends we could have spared just as we'll as not" said my wife. Furniture does accumulate so when one has been keeping house for long time; and I do feel so sorry for that poor little Nelly Post with her flock of babies!n
 Il don't" resolutely asserted. As people make their bed so they must lie on it. And I've no patience at all with Peregrine Post.n
 He has had very bad luck through lifa dear" pleaded my wife. Your path has been in the sunshine; his has lain in the shadow. We ought not to be hard upon each other in this world, Jacob"
 That's all nonsense, said stoutIy. But Iwon't deny that my conscience did prick and sting me little when looked around at my own piles of stuffed easy chairs, brussels carpets, and springy chintz lounges neatly packed for transportation, and thought of poor Peregrine Post and his blue eyed wife and the six little Posts with their humble plea for q few sticks of oast-ofT furniture.
 The morning came-the cruel 1st of May with it's raw wind. tornadoes of dust and the inevitable showers which come down as if by malice pre- pense just as the mattresses and the silken sofas are piled on the top of the load. was compelled to be at my office. but my wife was to be at the new house to receive the furniture, while Bridget our ancient and relia- ble housekeeper, dispatched it from the deserted domicile.
 At 1 o'clock l contrived to escape from clients and parchments and hur- ried to III Smithson square--a fine. aristocratic neighborhood, with green jewel of park in its midst, and general air of genteel seclusion about it. which suited my idea of a location 
 Mrs. Jacob Goldleaf sat alone on a in the middle of the large, empty parlor, shawl wrapped around her shoulders. and mingled express sion of weariness and anticipation on her face.
 looked around in surprise.
 "Where's all the furniture, my dear?' said I.
 That is the question:" said Mrs. Goldleaf, 'where is itP'
 'Hasn't it come?"
 "Of course it hasn't" said Mrs. Goldleaf a little impatiently. 'I should think you could see that for yourself"
 There's some screw loose in the ar said l. "rll hurry