The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1869-11-09


| called to let you know you could
have the house in Twelfth street
for II thousand dollars a year, | suppose
you are aware that the property belong,
to me !"
Mr.. KaItwyn bowed low, delighted
with the " bargain" he was about to SC.
cure.
"And now drive to Mr.. McAllistcr's
carpet store" said Mrs. Haven.
She walked in with cool sclfposscs.
sion.
" Mr.. Haven has concluded to take the
buff oil-cloth," she said.
Mr.. McAllistcr stared, but he entered
the order in his books.
" | will send it around Immediately"
" Now for the tailor" thought Mary.
Snipc and Scissors had an elegant cs-
tablishment on side street, just out OF
Broadway. Mary calmly walked up to
the counter.
Henry IIavcn's bill rccciptcd if you
please"
The tailor presented the document
| hHi'H was I'lOHlItlJ Idlh'
"Whcrc now, ma ?" said the driver
Mr.. Jordan's Real Estate Agency
opposite--strect."
"Ah, Mrs. Haven, is it you ?" said the
agent checrlully. "What can | do to
serve you this morning ?"
Nothing, thanks" said Mary gra-
ciously " | calhc around to tell you that
my husband has thought better Of the
Central Park lot. lie will not take
half"
"All right" said Jordan. "Smythc
and Walker are only waiting for the
chance. I'll let 'cm know Immediately -
al don't think | have done quite mis-
chief enough" said Mrs. Haven to her
self I'll 90 down to the Office now and
turn the stove round, and have Jack re-
arrange the law books"
So the carriage left Mrs Haven at her
husbands Office in narrow, downtown
street.
About one hour subsequently, Mr. la
ven sauntered into the establishment OF
Kartwyn & Daley.
"About that Twelfth street lease, Mr..
Kartwyn?"
eyes, sir" said the lawyer, rubbing
his hands "a thousand dollars is very
fair price, sir
Il don't mean to let you have it a cent
short of fifteen hundred"
The lawyer looked amazed.
"Mrs. Haven was here this morning,
and told me it was her property, and
could have it for thousand dollars"
"Mrs. Haven !" echoed the astounded
husband. "But really you know this
is quite unbusincss like"
II don't know whether it is or not, y
replied the lawyer stitfly. Il only know
that Mrs. Haven spoke before witnesses,
and that the property is undcniably
hers ~
Henry Haven rctreated from the field
vanquishcd but chatting.
" Its all right, sir the oicloth is half
down by this timc!'
"T'hc buff pattern, sir cheap goods
Mrs. Haven was here and ordered it some
time sincc"
"Thc mischief she did ~
81 hope there is no mistake, sir 2?
asked the dealer, anXiousy.
"N-o," returned honest Henry, dis
consolately adding to himself, as he turn
ed away, What has got into Mary is
she crazcd?"
All things consilcrcd,i it was not strange
that Mr. Haven was not in a very amia-
bic humor by the time he reached the
sanctum Of Snipc a. Scissors.
I'D like to know what you mean, by
sending home such garments ~ he de-
manded impcriously. Il won't wear 'em
unless they are made over completely
nor will pay the bill !"
"Sir ?" demanded the surprised tailor,
"You are aware that our rule is, no alter
alton after the bill is settled"
"Very well, your bill isn't settled, and
it won't be, either, in hurry"
"Mrs. Haven paid it, sir, this morn
ing" said the tailor referring to his
books.
Mrs. Haven How the uncalled iol
| interference Vi hIS. iidNNi S'"iNN
him in the face at every step. or course
there was no rcmonstrancc to be made
and the discounted husband left the es.
tablishmcnt
"Tll stop in at Mr.. Jordan's, anyway,
he thought, "and secure that lot it viii
be a capital speculation"
Mr.. Jordan was standing whistllng II
front of his gate, with both hands in hi'
pockets. lie looked up as Henry llavel
entered.
"Wcll, old fellow y
"Supposc we clear up the busincs
about that Central Park lot, said llavcl
carclessly, 81 don't think | can do better.
Your decision comes rather late,
said Mr.. Jordan struggling his shoulders
| signed over to Smith Il Parker half al
> hour ago"
And by whose authority? ?"
; Mr.. IIavcn's brow was darkcning.
/ Mrs. lIaven's. She was here littl
while since, and told me you would no
take the halt-lot! !"
? Mr. Haven bit his lip this was lii
tie too provoking. lie left the real estai
office abruptly, and went directly dow
to his own place.
, But had he not been pretty tolcrabl
/. certain of the number he would not hay
G recognized the rooms. Two men were o
. their knees diligently hammering dow
c the hated buff cloth Jack, the Office boy
= had turned the stove round, so that il
iron elbow projected into your face yer
t much as if he would have said, "Tak
r my arm !" and Mrs. Haven sat at hi
n desk, sorting and arranging papers wit
r industry worthy Of more legitimat
cause.
= Mrs. Haven looked quietly up.
p "Yes, my dear; Jones VS.. Brown h
o belongs on lhe pile. Really Henry, tn
C confusion of your papers is appalling "
=, nouH,e,on ,noIou, | foil VO,, 1bo