The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-11
New York Sun.

'My but I'm tired" remarked Lochin-
var Leary. when he had given his order.
1--WE been use-hunting all day."
Didn't know you'd lost one," put in
the bartender.
Didn't you? suppose you meant that
as a joke. But it amt one. I really did
lose a house, and I've been hunting for it
|all day long. Fill UP that glass again and
Ill tell you how it happened.
.'"Twas along in the early nineties that
I went out to Kansas. Zepheria was a
coming city when went there. Before
i left it had started going.
"First thing I did after striking town
was to buy a couple Of the cheapest build
ing lots could find. I erected a sump-
tuous residential palace 'enl.
Folks said I was foolish to build such
q magnificent dwelling in such a poor part
lot the city. But I've always held that it s
the house that makes the rieighborhood, not
the neighborhood that makes the house.
felt that things would surely blow my
way if waited long enough. AS it turned
out, however, I blew things away. But
that's getting ahead Of my story.
TWAS in the second month Of my So
5ourn at zepharia that it happened. I no
ticed, just before I lay me down for my
AFTERNOON nap, that the sky seemed to
have taken on a sort of yellowish tint, and
that the air was chillier than it had been.
but didn't attach any Significance to thar
at the time.
II remember that my slun1ber was sort
Of troubled, and had a vague feeling In
my dreams that considerable things were
doing in the thunder and lightning line.
"Then came that awful bump. Say,
you know how you feel going upstairs in
the dark when you think there's jest one
more step, and there isn't? Well, this
bump speak Of was just as II you'd call
culated on at least three steps that
ax,B$ oIy
4 rubbed my eyes and went to the win
dow. I looked out, and Good heavens!'
cried. Was I awake or dreaming?
II ptnched myself and looked again.
could scarcely believe my eyes. Instead
of the familiar shanties and garbage piles
characteristic Of my part Of town, I was
now gazing out upon the SWEETEST residen-
tial street in all the city.
WAS in my own house? turned and
looked. I darted from room to room ex-
hmining everything. It was certainly my
house all right
'Then I hurried down to the celia,
stairs. My heart almost stopped at the
sight that there met my eyes. How die
this strange cellar get under my house,
And that daylight flooding in thru the
ceiling at the far end, where did thai
come from?
Further reflection was interrupted b,
commotion in what was evidently the
coal bin. A terried face appeared over the
edge.
:" is it all over7'' chartered the faces
teeth.
Tt seems to be all over said. 'Al
except that far corner there where the
Haylight's coming In. And I reckon We
can cover that by moving over the house
little further
What are you driving at?' The face
gazed at me in wonder. rs the cyclone
Dver?'
'''Oh!' A great light began to dawn or
me. Yes. that's all over
THE face heaved sigh Of relief an6
dragged the body and legs that went with
It out Of the coal bin.
II started back up the stairs. My coal:
bin acquaintance followed His surprise
upon reaching the ground floor was ever
greater than mine had been upon enter,
ing tho cellar.