The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-01-03
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VOUNG Mr. Wrinkle and his wife
had just arrived in San Francisco
from the country. After some days
search for a able house Mr.. Wrinkle
selected large, old. twostory build
ing standing in neglected grounds. 1t
was No. COL Blank street.
He contemplated opening boarding
house. Young Mrs. Wrinkle thought
that neat sign inscribed Table
Board. Home Cooking" would prove
an Irresistible attraction to the home
less 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 like
the debris left by freshet. 1t 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, as
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 very quiet and
uneventful life at first. But we must
be as cheerful as possible under the
circumstances"
At that moment there was ring at
the door bell. and Mr.. Wrinkle took the
lamp and went to the door. In a few
moments he uttered such an eNclama-
ton of establishment and dismay that
his wife flew TO his side in deep alarm.
a, a., al, n Tho
door, wrapped in an old blanket. was a
little baby, fast asleep.
"GooduesS sakes alive!" exclaimed
Mrs. Wrinkle, carefully picking up the
little stranger. 'Where did it come
from. Erastus?'
Somebody has abandoned it." said
Mr.. Wrinkle. Eve heard of such things
before Well, ! suppose We'll have tc
take it in for the present
"Of course we will chirped Mrs
Wrinkle. "The sweet little wootsy-
tootsy It's fast asleep"
She cuddlcd It in her arms and ear
ried it in, and Nh Wrinkle followed
feeling rather pleased than otherwise
Mrs. Wrinkle carefully laid it on a pile
of loose bedding and ran to look at it'll
every two minutes. Mr., Wrinkle cheer
fully continued his task of arranging
the furniture.
There was another emphatic ring a I
the bell, and Mr.. Wrinkle uneasily hur-
ried to the door. y very tall man in liv
cry stood there with a huge basket on
his arm.
Mrs. Travers sends this basket to
you with her best wishes. She's just
got back from the east. and she wants
you to know that she hasn't forgot
you" recited the man, lowering his |
burden and setting it inside the door.
There must be some mistake. sir,
replied Mr.. Wrinkle. I'm not acquaint-
ed with Mrs. Travers."
perhaps you amt. but there's no
mistake" said the man. This is No. |
COL. and | s'pose Mrs. Travers knows
what she's about. I'm her footman,
my name is Shafto and | obey orders.
that's all. Good evening. sir"
The giant footman departed and Mr.
and Mrs. Wrinkle peeped under the white
cloth that covered the basket 1t
seemed to be full of cakes, jellies. sweet
meats and delicacies of every sort.
'There must be some mistake about
it," gasped Mr.. Wrinkle. "Why didn't
l ask him where Mrs. Travers lives?
However. we will not touch il. of
course. The matter will be explained
tomorrow. no doubt"
Shafto. the footman. went ponder
ously down the street. Under a corner
lamp he came upon Is men, evidently
brass band, as they all carried in
struments. The leader was anxiously
searching in his pockets.
'What the devil was that NUMBER"
he growled. ITS lucky the young fell
low wrote il down for me. I've got il
here somewhere. o, here it is" and he
produced crumpled bit of paper. 1901.
That's the number plain enough. but
that chap is an awful poor writer. Let's
see, we're all here except bass drum
and cymbals. Potts is working over in
Oakland, nut | sent him the number. so
guess he'll find us all right Come on.
boys The young fellow said he'd be
waiting for us at the place"
Are you going TO Col on this street?"
asked Shafto. who had never got over
his boyish admiration for brass
band. i've just come from there. I'll !
go with you and show you the place and {
hold your torch for you
When they arrived at No. COZ they
looked in vain for the young fellow who
had promised to be awaiting them. Ii )
was dim moonlight and the street was /
quiet. They stole noiseless,y into the {