Where Is Keeler?

Keeler was supposed to be a law student and in the metropolis of the Rockies, Denver, stood his parental roof tree. Pater Keeler dealt liberaly with his sucking statesman and shekels galore knocked against each other in the pocket of his elegantly creased trousers. Said knoeking seemed to disturb the equinimity of Keeler even as much as that at tke south entry did a certain Mrs. Macbeth not unknown to fame, and led to wild and protracted efforts to secure relief. His efforts were 80 protracted as to interfere with his cultivating any legal aspirations, and so wild as to premenently infect his dispoaition. His progress now assumed the characterislics of toboggan sliding, and he took his down ward dash with a keen relish. Stiddenly grave reports reached the parental ears, reports containing a vague hint at criminal practices. Then wrath ran riot. A letter carne on inviting tbe hurried departure of young Keeler to the región fcelected by the Nashville American for the last abode of Butler, and most inconsistently refusing to grant anything for traveling expenses. A sister sent on a hundred dollars as a parting gift, and now everybody asks in vain "Where's Keelei?" His room rent he paid, but debts to the amount of sixty dollars stand against him at his boarding house, a laundry anj oue or two other phiues including a saloon. He covered his tracks with care, and said he was oing to New York City. He gave some money to a chum, the chum said to pay debis with, he told his landlady to buy tickets with His liindlady has heard from him once the letter coming in a roundabout way with no post mark. He is probably not very far away. Tbe case is respectfully refeired to the uuthor of "Is This Your Son, My Lord," without coraments.