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"My grandpa rents this place to the Miller Mansion Historical Society," Dale explained. "They keep extra junk from the mansion here." The two friends walked between the isles studying antiques stacked on the shelves. Many tools and equipment in the collection were unfamiliar to the boys. It sparked their imaginations and they made up stories about what the items may have been used for. Then they discovered a box labeled "Toys". When they moved some books to get a closer look, one volume fell to the ground. Its cover titled 1898 Atlas of the World and Gazetteer flung open. A folded sheet of paper tucked inside fell out. Dale picked up the paper. The boys read a handwritten date from the same year. Dale subtracted that year of 1898 from their present year of 2003 and exclaimed, "This is 105 years old!"

The back of the building that faced the railroad tracks had a large sliding door long since boarded up. On the side wall a door leading to the parking lot rattled open. A tall, old man carrying a box walked into the warehouse. The white-haired man looked sternly at the boys. "What are you doing in here?" he sneered.

Dale tried to hide his fear saying, "Um... my grandpa owns this building."

"Well he does not own the things from the mansion so you boys better get on out of here," the man grunted. Dale and Hal hurried out of the warehouse through the barber shop. As they shot out the door Dale called, "See you later Grandpa." In the warehouse the mansion's caretaker saw the fallen book. As he bent down to pick it up he muttered, "No respect for history."

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