The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1869-06-03

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ing to appear as disembarrassed as posi-
ble s
"Very happy to see you, | m sllre,' he
said, turning red, and wishing he had ''ti-
died upV little before he sat down to his
matutinal cigar. "-Anytl.ing | can do for
'tYou can allow US the privilege Of look
ing at your house sad Jennie, coaxing-
ly. ''I-that Is, ..auaaa has got to move,
ard although the rent of this house must
of course he very high, she thought, by
taking few boarders, she might csntriye
to meet expenses ~
Exactly So" said Mrs. Cope.
''Are you going to move elswheFe?Y'' p
asked Jennie, of our hero, as she gIsnced
at the half-packed trunks.
My landlady is" groahed Mr. Peterson.
''It's awful to be at the mercy ola landlady,
Miss Cope %
sBut it's all your faultp cried Jennie,
with a roguish sparkle in her lovely blue
eyes. 49,.
'AlI my fault?"
"To be sure-why didn't You get mar
ried ?''
Because 1 was fool !" said he, inspir-
ed by the roses on Jennie's cheek, and the
coral Of her laughing lip.
'And why don't you get married now %
pursued the relentless little sprite.
Would you" asked Mr.. Peterson,
| E'if you were me ~
':Of course 1 would Get married and
board with u.s. Mamma viii give you this
| room, and"
my dear ~ said Mrs Cope.
"sly dear madam" cried Mr.. Peterson,
still with his eyes fixed on Jennie lovely
face, II assure you think it is an excel
lent ideav'
And all through their journey from Gel
lar to French roof, while Mrs. Cope con-
sidered the relative advantages Of this room
and that, and Jennie futtered to and fro
like a graceful little hunlming bird, Ir
Peterson kept revolving this same excel
lent idea" in his own mind.
Miss Jennie" he said, somewhat awk-
wardly, as they returned down stairs, "sup-
posi-. should ld-shanl-ad adopt your sugges-
Ton, witt would os youT fancy IL furnish
| ingsi. su.b oI T0onls =
Let me see,'' said Jennie, I'D paoel
the room III white and gold, and I'd fiil the
windows with canary birds and plants, and
11tsAS @ bAtAO Si4 CIlCsEts
apd sofas"
you ike blue ?"
Very much it is my fayorite color"
"Dlue it shall be. then p cried the de-
lighted bachelor. MRS Cope, fyou should
decide to take the house, you vii please
reserve these rooms for he, and--and lIrs
Patterson, at fifty dollars ii week.
II shall be very happy, sir" said Mrs
Cope. Jennie, stop laughing; you be-
have exactly Ike little school glrl. You
will give me TIL tomorrow morning, sir,
to decide?"
Certainly, naam-certainly.'
And with tender pressure to Jennie's
little white velvet hand, Mr. Petro Peter
son bowed the widow and her pretty
! daughter down the brown stone steps.
Its as good as settled" muttered Mr.
Peterson, rubbing his hands complacently.
aBy jovc! she's grown to be the prettiost
| girl in tewn. Mrs. Petro Peterson lit
don't sound 50 very badly, after all. IN
show the young slips what the old baeAc-
lor can do i'll the way of matrinony." -
AS he turned, chuckling, to enter the
front door, already IN Imagination leading
Jennie Cope to the flower decked altar,
a light foot fall sounded on the steps be-
hind him, and slender, good looking
| Toung man of some four Or FIVE and twenty
stood beside him.
i"Good morning. Uncle" he cried,
breathlessly. ~
F. .Good morning, Joe" returned Mr. Pc
terson, nodding to Mr. Joseph Franklin,
his only nephew "What brings you here
] in such a hurry z"
'.fs your house let yet, uncle 2"
| s'Yes-no-I don't exactly know, re
sponded SIR Peterson, awkward!y- fW hat
does it matter to you whether it is or not,
hey. you young scapegrace 7"
Much, sir To tell you the truth,
was thinking of renting it myself.
tYou !"
"Yes, I. I am going to be married
next week, uncle"
"a very sensible plan,0 said rPetor-
son, baamingly.
I'm glad you approve of it, sir; and in
case my wife and conclude to take few
borders, can | have your promise to con
slider you as one Z"
THAT is in case yOu take this house ?
YES"
II can't promise; in fact, / think
have already engaged myself said Mr.
Peterson, importantly. ITO speak plainly
Joe. I've some idea of marrying myself
''You, uncle ?" exclaimed franklin il
amaZament
And why not ?" testify demanded Mr.
! Petro Peterson, his bald crown turning
pink with excitement. "I'm not Methu
ibselahi Why AolLla'tI get married z,
- seThere's no reason on earth Why yol
shouldn't, uncle, !" responded Joe, smother
Ing a laugh ;on]y, you see, you took t1 /, a M