The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1901-12-20
BAD PLACE FOR OLD SHOES.
Tied to the Travellers Trunk Handle
to Save Trouble They Get
Him Into 1t.


Harrington was going to Buffalo.
He had been busy all morning, and now
his trunk, filed to it's utmost capacity,
stood out in the hallway awaiting the
arrival of the eXpressman, says the
Chicago Daily News.
81 guess l have packed everything"
he unused, gazing around the room.
Toothbrush, coat spring andy
jinks!-my other shoes. There they
are under the bed. But how in the dick
ems am L to cary them? The trunk
won't stand the addition of a tooth
pick, and don't want to be annoyed
with parcel
Harrington sat down on the edge of
the bed and pondered over the problem
of transporting those shoes. At last
his face frightened.
81 have it," he exclaimed. 81 will
wrap them up in stout brown paper
and tie the parcel to one of the trunk
handles. It is the only way, and even
if they slip off it won't be any great
loss"
He had just succeeded in tying the
last knot when the expressman came
and rolled the trunk down to his
wagon.
Now, the expressman was of an in
quisitive mind. He guessed the con-
tents of that brown parcel until he was
weary. Then he reached back and tore
the paper.
cold shoes!" he breathed. "Bedad!
1t is a widding thrunk. Well, phwat
is tn use of h6idin'i ?" He ripped off
the paper until the shoes were exposed
to ali.
When ne arrived at the station he
succeeded in getting the baggagemas-
ter's attention by shouting: "Come
over this way. Here is widding
thrunk, avn ut shud go through first,
ut shud.'
ga wedding trunk, eh?" said the bag
gagemaster, srnilingsat the shoes.
S%"Yis, avn look out thot some wan
don t knock 9TH good luck off when he
rolls it in tn car" L ga
Don't worry" said the other.
When Harrington rushed through
the baggage room he found every por-
ter smiling.
"Where is my trunk?" he demanded
: "Out On de platform, boss. 1t has
been out dab ten minutes We always
GIBBS dat trunk our special attention.
"Why, was my trunk any different
from any"
just then the bell sounded and Har-
rington was, compelled to dash through
the gate.
Once aboard the train Harrington
noticed that he was the cynosure for
many sharp eyes. The passengers
were actually whispering about him
'"But what the deuce is up?" he
thought. 'Have they mistaken me for
some famous parsonage, or for just an
ordinary confidence man?"
Feeling uncomfortable under such
keen scrutiny, Harrington Wake
through to the smoking car. Here he
found matters even worse.
"The idea of his leaving her." he
heard one man say to another.
"Oh, he does that as disguise. You
know they always try to keep'it Sc.
cret."
Harrington stared out at the blood
medicine and dollar watch signs. cts
up to me-" he unused, and went out on
the platform to finish his cigar. Once
he thought of going up and boldly de-
handing to know whatit was all about,
but he lacked the courage.
When Harrington walked down the
platform in the Buffalo station he saw
two old friends peering through the
gate. They appeared to be awaiting
his arrival.
Something funny here thought
Harrington. 81 didn't tell anyone ]
was coming"
AS he passed through the friends
grabbed him.
Congratulations old man. But
what did you do it for?"
"Where is she?'
"Why didn't you tell us before?''
Harrington was dazed. This was a
climax to the mystery that had con-
fronted him ever since he left home
what are you fellows talking
about?"
ABOUT your marriage. Where's the
bride?'
sect out! I'm not married"
"Oh, it's no use to deny it. Fentor
telegraphed us after he saw your trunk
in the Chicago station. He said he saw
the old shoes, and attached white
streamer as his Donation
All the mystery evaporated like an
autumn haze
"Boys," said Harrington, as he took
their arms, at is on me-"