The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1900-12-14
: A Night Of Mistakes

had Just arrived in San Francisco
from the country. After some days
search for a suitable house Mr.. Wrinkle
selected large. old. two-story build
Ing standing in neglected grounds. IT
was No. 60l Blank street.
lie contemplated opening boarding
house. Young Mrs. Winkle thought
that neat sign inscribed Table
Board, Home Cooking" would prove
an irresistible attraction TO the home
tess public. So they moved in forth
with.
That evening they felt very lonely
in the great, hollow rooms. which were
strewn with their household goods ike
the debris left by freshet. Ii was ten
o'clock before they were able to fire up
In the stove and brew themselves cup
of tea.
"Ophelia. dear" said Mr.. Wrinkle. a.
he seated himself on trunk with cup
of the mild beverage in his hand, we
don't know soul in the city, and, OF
course. we shall lead n very quiet and
uneventful life at first. But we must
be as cheerful as possible under the
circumstances"
At that moment there was ring al
the door bell. and Mr.. Wrinkle took the
lamp and went to the door. In Few
moments he uttered such an exclama-
ton of establishment and dismay that
his wife few to his side in deep alarm.
Living on the veranda close to the
door, wrapped in an old blanket. was
little baby. fast asleep.
Goodness sakes alive" exclaimed
Mrs. Wrinkle, carefully picking up the
little stranger. Where did it come
from, Erastus?'
Somebody has abandoned it, said
Mr.. Wrinkle. I've heard of such things
before. Well. / suppose well have te
take IL in for the present"
"Of cou-se we will" chirped Mrs
Wrinkle. "The sweet little wootsy
tooisy. It's fast asleep
she cuddlcd il in her arms and car
ried IL in. and Mr.. Wrinkle followed
feeling rather pleased than otherwise
Mrs. Wrinkle carefully laid 1T on phi
of loose bedding and ran TO look at 4
every two minutes. Mr.. Wrinkle cheer
FULLY continued his task Of arranging
the furniture.
There was another emphatic ring a
the bell. and Mr.. Wrinkle uneasily hnr
ried TO the door. A very tall man in liv
cry stood there with a huge basket OF
his arm.
.Mrs. Travers sends this basket 4
YOU with her best wishes. She's jus
got back from the east. and she want
you to know that she hasn't forgo
you," recited the man, lowering hi
burden and setting IL inside he door
There must be some mistake, sir.
replied Mr.. Wrinkle. I'm not acquain'
ed with Mrs. Travers."
perhaps you amt, but there's n
mistake" said the man. This is Nc
COL, and I s'pose Mrs. Travers know
what she's about. I'm her footmar
my name Is Shafto and obey orders
that's all. Good evening, sir"
The giant footman departed. and MI
and Mrs Wrinkle peeped under the whit
cloth that covered the basket. ]
seemed to be full OF ca kes. jellies, sweet
meats and de.icacies of every sort.
"There must be some mistake abou
IT," gasped Mr.. Wrinkle. "Why didn
I ask him where Mrs. Travers lives
However. we will not touch it. {
course. The matter will be explaine
tomorrow, no doubt"
Shafto, the footman. went ponder
ously down the street. Under q corne
lamp he came upon Is men, evidcntl
brass band, as they all carried II
struments. The leader was anxiouel
searching in his pockets.
"what the devil was that number?
he growled. Its lucky the young fe
low wrote II down for me. I've got
here somewhere. O, here it is" and h
produced a crumpled bit Of paper. go
That's the number plain enough. bu
that chap is an awful poor writer. Let
see. we're all here except bass druI
aud cymbals. Potts is working over
Oakland, but sent him the number. Z
Iguess he'll find us all right. Come 0,
boys. The young fellow said he'd !
waiting for Ms at the place."
Are you going to Col on this street
asked Shafto, who had never got ovs
his boyish admiration for braI
eaaA i've Just come from there. J.