KANSAS UNIVERSITY WEEKLY.
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Ping Pang, The Latest Odor. Dick Bros.
The Lost Ticket.
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hurry with her packing when the gong sounded announcing the departure of the boat. Mr. Fletcher and the baggage man looked at each other and then from the trunk to Mrs. Fletcher. That lady wore a bewildered look as she slowly rose to her feet.
"Is that the boat leaving?" she asked mechanically.
"Yes," responded both men together.
Mrs. Fletcher took a sudden determination.
"Well, we must go aboard, Mr. Fletcher," said she with decision. "We must not fail to give Mary her ticket and see her safely onto the train. And you," turning to the baggage man, "you will see that the trunk is all right till I come back? We can send it on tomorrow's train. Come, Mr. Fletcher."
And not waiting for the man's answer, Mrs. Fletcher swept across the baggage room, out the door, and across the wharf, followed by Mr. Fletcher who, all the way, stammered objections to leaving the trunk behind in this unceremonious fashion.
When they had gone the baggage man stood for several minutes, his hands in his pockets, surveying the trunk and the two trunk trays, over one of which was thrown the party cape. Then he whistled, a low confidential sort of whistle.
"Well, I'll be jiggered! If this don't take the cake," said he to himself aloud. "And I'm left to guard the trunk. Well, I wasn't put into this world to act as special policeman for all the fools that come along. I've other work to do, and I must get at it."
With that he hurried off.
A short time after, another man came in and strolled up to the trunk. It was the expressman who had called for it, and he readily recognized it. He looked about for someone to explain this very astonishing circumstance, but there was no one near at that moment. He, too, stared at the trunk for a minute, but all he said was, "The Devil!" Having thus relieved his mind he replaced the trays in the trunk, crammed the loose garments in with the party cape on top, and shut the lid down as far as it would go. This done, he rolled the trunk into a tiny room nearby, shutting the door carefully upon it before sauntering away.
Here the trunk remained until Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher reappeared shortly before ten the next morning. Mrs. Fletcher, looking about for her trunk, seemed surprised that it was nowhere to be seen Mr. Fletcher said that he had known all the time how it would be. His wife, ignoring this speech, demanded of a passing man what had become of her trunk. The man knew nothing about it. Thereupon Mrs. Fletcher described the trunk, after which the man led the way to the small room. Sure enough, there it was. She thanked the man, who had never seen her before, very affably, for having taken such good care of her trunk, wondering, as she did so, if she ought not to have Mr. Fletcher give him a quarter. While she was still turning this over in her mind
the man went away. After his departure Mrs. Fletcher cast a triumphant look at her husband
"There, you see!" said she. "The trunk is all right, and you had your worry for nothing."
"I don't know why it is all right," grumbled Mr. Fletcher. "In the nature of things it ought to be all wrong, empty, gone, something, anything but all right." Then he added almost hopefully, "Perhaps something has been stolen."
He stood looking on attentively, while Mrs. Fletcher brought order out of chaos. Suddenly he spied a book in the upper tray.
"What book is that?" he inquired. "I never saw that before."
Mr. Fletcher, leaning over, picked the book up and read its title. It was one of the popular novels of the day. As he thumbed it over, something between its pages caught his eyes. It was an envelope containing the long sought ticket.
"Now what have you to say?" demanded Mrs. Fletcher as soon as she had grasped the situation. "Did I not tell you all the time that the ticket would turn up, and that it was utter folly to let yourself be disturbed by the loss of it? I might have worried, too, but I would not allow myself to—I would not allow it," she repeated.
"You couldn't if you had been aching to," retorted Mr. Fletcher with asperity. "You're not built that way."
"William Fletcher!"—Mrs. Fletcher was bridling like an indignant hen-"You are the most trying man! Do you mean to tell me that you can say that after living with me all these years? That's all you know about your own wife. Why I am naturally nervous, a very nervous woman. It is my will power and my regard for my family that enable me to control my nerves and remain calm under trying circumstances. And now you say—but what is the use of arguing? Men never have understood women and never will."
EDITH BARDWELL RIFFLE.
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