Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1895-11-15
THE LOST TRUNK.


pickle exclaimed Fred Sawyer /,
his friend. Come up 10 my quar-
terS. | have something 20 shO'
you, and-no j)king-I need You
advice
III you take 1t it will be for tn
first tine,' laughed good.natuIe ct
Courtney. Lead on, and don
be any time in relieving this sus
ppuse. Tm not fond of riddles
kuOw.'
why, Yesterday dropped int
the SalerOOm at London station
You know, they sell of the un
called for luggage at intervals, an(
d sale was just going on. a mum
Der of the boys were there, and VT
each commenced to bid for tlunk
| selected rather a small one, ani
- Here we art! Come right in
and view the burden of my woes.
lie led the way into pleasanI
apartment, and pointed to smal
leather trunk which stood in the
middle of the room.
Open it, If YOU want to- be said
'Fve had enough of the cOnfOunded
thing. Is full of wOman's stuff,
and what DO yOG suppose l can do
with III l haven't an aunt or a
cousin in the wide world
IKeep II till you're married,
Fred. These seem to be good
clothes,' sail Courtney, peeplng
into the box, aud lifting dainty
garments with a half revereut
touch, in spite Of his laughing
face.
'Humpb. The idea of such ad.
vice from you'll Why, old boy, |
shall not marry for ten years-fve
anyway-and Pm not going to
risk keeping these things here and
being taken tor a lady burglar.
Mrs. WCGaffrey would 6nd them IN
spite of eveIything-smell murder
IN the air, anu hunt around for the
skull bones. No, I'll Gump the
trunk into the river; that's what rll
do
PshaW! You're too sensible tOI
that. These things cost money
lots Of it, | imagine-and you pald
something for them in the bargain
YOu might sell Them to the second
band No, l've a better scheme
than that. Why not go through
the trunk Systematically, find Our
the owners name and address
there are surely letters Ol
so ethiDg-and write to her, off r
ing her the whole thing for rea.
sOnable sunni
do an act of charity, and yet
turn an honest penny. Any one
would know yOn are Scotch. But
| must go back to the store, and
Here! you have all the tine there
is; soppOse you 60 through it fol
me9 All | ask is that vOu will keep
Mrs. NAG frey out. Fare.dieu!
And off he went.
Courtney laugbiDgly locked the
door; but the smiles soon left bis
face as he proceeded with his task
He wondered If the little battered
trunk had been lost in some Of the
dreadful catastrOphes he bad read
OF; he imagined the owner killed
and her body as well as luggage
unidentified in the horrible excite
ment.
They were girlsh thiugs-dainty
wells and ribbons, giDghams, silks
and thowy linen. He fingered
over a small, worn slipper, aud fell
a THRILL ekin to that awakened il
CinGeiella's prince.
No clew YETI lie n urmured
perhaps there are letters in thl'
box
Its catch was bert, but II
wrenched 1t open, and cut flew
I his own photograph!
He sat down plump in a box o.
lace aud stared. On the Othel
side were his initials, and a date
he had been trying for three years
10 forget, June 2. 1892
Nell BUrl's trunkp be exclaim
ed. Oh, my little girl, what hat
happened to yOul May be some
one. No, here are your initials
on this belt buckle, and you
gloves were No 6, and this slipper
would just fit your dear little foot.
The young man grew excite {
and raptuious over each article
presently he lifted package o