The Coconino weekly sun., 1893-12-21
A COLD NIGHT.
Howard Fielding Invites the Con-
 fidence of Stranger,
Who Relates His Adventures with Cam vas Cot, and Gives Two Explana- tions of n Cold on
 His Lungs.
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 He chanced to sit opposite me In a lunch factory. noticed at once that he had load on his mind, cold on his lungs, and vast quantity of mis- cellaneous objects in his pockets. Evi- dently nothing remained but to burden his stomach, and this he proceeded to do in a sullen and desperate manner. Having thus brought himself to an even keel, he paused and looked at me. My features wore the usual win ming smile which, though wrinkled like the other old things am wearing this fall, is still an invitation to conti- dence that would be worth a good deal in the handshaking line.
 ''I don't see what could have done with it." muttered the stranger; and then he began to rummage around In his pockets. I caught hurried glimpses of many queer things. Among them were two gloves, one male and the other female, rolled to- gether; small hand mirror, screw driver, an iron castor that might have come off the leg of bed, soiled collar, several mantel ornaments, and bottle of yellow shoe-dressing. Last ly he produced three gilded balls, and laid them on the table.
 You can't begin business here with out license" said l.
 ''Business?" he repeated, doubtfully. pointed to the three balls. Then he laughed in rattling and joyless man. ner.
 "These things came off the ends of the curtain poles-pourchairs, you know, as the French call them," said he.
 have elsewhere noted the fact that the pronunciation of that word is a sure indication of mans residence.
 "You are from New Jersey, said |; somewhere along the Erie line, should say"
 You're right; I'm from New Jersey, ha, hal" said he, "and I'm not going back. We had nice little place out there, but my wife got discontented, ha, ha! had to give it up." -
 I've noticed that it's always 6 mans wife who gets discontented; that Is, when he's telling the story. However, the dry and cackling laugh with which the stranger rounded his hoarse pc riods showed that he would be happy yet, if he escaped pneumonia.
 We wanted to move the lst of the month," he crooked, but one 3hing and another have delayed us. The principal trouble was that we couldn't get man with a wagon to move us. Three days ago, however, l induced an old fellow out there to make begin ming with us. We had our place in town engaged, and the rent and gas meter had begun to run, so l thought we'd better run after them before they got too far ahead of us.
 1.-The old fellows name was Wenner. He came round with his wagon Tues day morning just. as l was ready to leave for town. My wife was just pumping air into my ear so that could run for my train without getting out of breath That is the way play fully refer to her usual parting ad- monitions.
 "When I got home that evening found my wife weeping in the midst of our dismantled home. That dreadful old villain. Wenner,' said she, hasn't kept his word. He's moved only about half our things, t.
 "Well,' said I, that's all right; he'll come again tomorrow and get the. rest. Let's have some dinner and try to forget our sorrows
 ''She looked at me rather strangely, but made no objection. She put the dinner on the table--for we had sent our girl away-and we sat down to eat. While we were thus more or less pleas artly engaged, my wife's sister an