Arizona silver belt., 1896-07-02
HIS HOUSE GOT AWAY.
Tho Temporary Mystery of Chicago
 Workingman's Residence.

Ahc AcHpofuff mystufy VII " oh'N'sp
 Worlingman's Residence.
 When Pete kissed his wife good-by in the morning his little frame house rested on rollers. The house-movcr's gang was hitching clanking chains to the heavy square timbers, and the brown horse with Il dejectcd droop to his long head was ready to circle around the capstan and haul Pete's cottage in- to the street.
 Don't you worry bit, Mary" said Pete, as he picked mp his dinner pail "The house mover told me that not an inch of plaster would fall. So long, I'll pick you up six blocks south tonight"
 Sure thing" replied the house mover to Pete's inquiry. "'ssiis is a dead cpsy job, You'l find your house in the mid dle of the street six blocks down there tonight and your wife and kids all 0. K"
 Pete was an iron molder, and the foun- dry where he worked was good hours walk from home. He went to his bench in cheerful mood. The elevated rail- road company had paid him good stiff price for his lot, and had offered to move his house free Of expense to him. Pete took the money and bought lot cheap in a new street, half mile nearer the foundry, two blocks from school, and with a church just around the corner. Taking it all in all, Pete considered he had made good bargain.
 During the day Petes thoughts were on the little white cottoge, with its clean muslin sash curtains and light-green shutters, slowly travelling down the street. He could almost see Mary anx- iossly noting progress through the win dows, and the children. wild with the novelty, racing and tearing around. Every molder on the floor knew that fete's house was on the move. They discussed the matter while grouped around the cupola waiting for the iron to run. They were full of suggestions, and Pete received the benefit of the con centrated advice of 50 sympathetic men. The foreman once had passed through the house-moving experience, and, as he was the foreman and as his house was two-story brick, his advice was regarded as wcighty and his sugges. tions treasured as words of great value.
 After Pete had filled and emptied his ladlc dozen times and had washed up he started merrily to find his home. When he arrived at the corner where he expected to meet his cottage, none ap- peared. Pete looked north and south through the dusk, but as far as he could sec the street was clear. A policeman happened along.
 Say, officer" exclaimed Pete, "hayc you seen a one-story frame cottage go by here to-day?"
 The policeman stared at Pete for second, then replied grutily: "What'er you givin' me?"
 That's straight" said Pete, with en. ergy. They're moving my house. It ought to be here, but it ain't."
 The policeman grew sympathetic at once. I've seen no house movin', but there's some rcd lights over there two blocks. Mebbe it's your house.
 Pete hurried for the red lights. It vas house perched on rollers in the middle of the street, but It was not his house. He claInbered over the timbers, chains, and slids to the front door, for the steps had been amputated.
 A woman with hand lamp answered the knock
 Have you seen Q one-story frame cot. tage, white, with green shutters, and a little woman with brown hair go by this way?" asked Pete, hurriedly.
 The woman shook her head,
 'No," said she. We're movin', too. My man hasn't got home yet. Maybe he's hunting for me, too," and she gig gled, historically.
 Pete gave her no comfort. butsprang to the ground. Near the house was grocery, and there Pete inquired for his house. Noone had seen it.
 ''Pshaw!" said Pete Its q light house, and those house-movers have got i; on the lot"
 He almost ran to the new site and found it vacant. He had spent an hour searching for the white cottage and Mary. He had asked 50 persons if they had seen a white, onc-story cottage on a tour, and now he seated himself on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the new lot he had bought and tried to pull himself ogether. He could not under. stand it. He could think of no othef path over which the house might travel.
 Suddenly q new idea struck him. "Hle fire department has made them pull the house into vacant lot so as not to block the street. I'll start from the beginning, and if don't find it tonight Illsleep in the woodshed. They haven't moved that, anyway. Only Mary will be worried" In quarter of an hour he was on the old familiar sidewalk. As he hurried along he closely examined every house on both sides of the street. Absorbed in this, he forgot his whereabouts, and he choked and g,Ilped in surprise when he suddenly looked into the windows of his own white cottage and saw Mary | with her nose fattened against the ! glass watching for him. The house had not been moved foot. Something broke," explained Mary; ! helping Pete to a heaping plateful of liver and bacon, land the man will be back tomorrow. w."-Chicago Record.
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