The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1905-10-20

Murkin, the piano tuner, a man with
a sallow, smooth-shaven face, and his
ears filed Win cotton. emerged from
his room in the hotel and called out
loud: "Semjen! Semjen! Porter! What
the devil does this mean I am a sickly
man. subject to rheumatism, and you
make me walk around in my stocking
feet! Why don't you bring my boots?
Where are they?"
Semjen went into Murkin's room,
looked around everywhere and
scratched his head-there were no boots
there.
Where can I have put those boots?'
he mumbled. II am sure I polished them
last night and put them here. OF
course, l a been drinking and maybe
I put them in somebody else's room.
Yes, that's it, Appanassi Jegoritsch! l,
have so many boots and shoes to clean
that not even the devil himself could
tell whom they belog to. and last night
Il was SO drunk that / did not even
know my own name. Probably I PIT
them in room "a. where the actress
lives"
so thai is what you did, you beast,
and because you were drunk I must
now disturb a lady in her sleep!"
With a deep sigh Murkin went to the
door of the next room and knocked.
who is there?" came a female
voice.
ut is me-" Murkin walled. 81 beg
your grace a thousand pardons, but l
am a sickly old man subject to rheuma-
tism. My doctor has told me to be very
careful and always keep my feet warm,
your grace, and besides 1 must go to
Mrs. General Schewelzin, who wants
/. me to u n her piano, and I cannot go
in my stocking feet"
But, what have I got to do With
that? What piano are you talking
about?
beast of Semjen, the porter, has
cleaned my boots, and by a mistake
put them in your room. I beg your
grace, please, kindly give me my
u boots"
body jumped out of bed, and a small
white hand passed a pair of boots to
Murkin.
The piano tuner thanked her ELUSIVE
ly and went back to his room.
How strange" he remarked. they
do not ook at all like my boots. And
And my boots had red Innings and
k2re were no patches On them, while
these have 10 lining and are all torn"
Semjen took the boots and looked at
them carefully.
"Those are Pawel Alexandrovitch's
boots" he aid at last.
What Pawel Alexandrovitch?"
The actor-he comes here every
Tuesday. He has put your shoes on in
stead Of his own. l must ave put
them in his room. That is a nice mix
up!"
.'Then go and get them changed"
"That is easily said. but how can l
do that now? He left more than an
hour age, and / might as we'll chase
the wind in the fields"
Where does he live?" =.
God knows that. He comes here
every Tuesday. but I do not know
Where he lives. He wont be back for
a week"
There, you see what you have done,
you BEAST! What will I do now? I
must go to Genera Schewelzin's and
my poor feet are as cold as ice"
"Oh, it is not so serious after ALL"
Semjen hid Nov, you just put OH
these and keep them on till tonight.
ana hen go to the theater and ask for
the actor Blistanoff, If you dc not
want to do it you will have to wait till
next Tuesday. He only comes here on
Tuesday"
But why are they both left boots?.
asked the piano tuner, picking up the
boots.
.Oh, he wears whatever he can get.
Where should an actor get decent
boots? I noticed them the other day
and said to him.: What a d~isgraceful
looking pair of boots you wear, Pawel