got in the car—must open the trunk above all things.”
Then he looked through his pockets, under the bed and desk,
and even lifted up the the trunk.
All at once he stopped, ran his fingers through his hair,
picked up his pipe from off the bed and started tor the door.
“Be a wonder that clam wouldn’t bring his own keys
along,” he muttered as he hurried back. A cigarette now
had the pipe’s place; the trunk strap came off after a strug
gle and was thrown into a corner, accompanied by the
“weed.” Then followed a discussion assisted by much hair
pulling over the proper key. “Now which key is it—locker,
suit case, lock box, desk—well, I will try this one—it looks
like a trunk key—good guess. Gee—but didn’t that lid open
in a hurry—wonder it didn’t yell after being laced that
tight.” Just then one of the compartments in the uplifted
lid became unfastened and a shower of miscellaneous things
rolled out on the floor. All Jack said was “Dad! that is cer
tainly unpacking."
The tray then came off regardless of the pile already on
the floor and Jack dived down into the contents. Various
articles now made their appearance from the depth, follow
ed by a voice. “I’ll be hanged if there is a bottom to this
concern—here’s a sweater, pair of shoes, —but I can’t find
what I want. ” A big bundle of various articles encircled by
a pair of arms now appeared from the depth and with a toss
they were either on the bed or the floor. A golf suit was
then followed by a bundle of fancy neckties and a book of
monsterous size—probably another dictionary. The next
addition to the “fire sale” was a handful of red and other
brilliantly colored foot-gear—these all found a prominent
place on the study desk.
“Guess those will hold them for awhile—latest from
Paris—guaranteed to stop a race riot.' ’
A paste board box now appeared upon the scene, with a
brownish, crumbling substance having the unmistakable