Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1873-12-06

to meet her. If he had expected to see
an angular hard featured maiden lady,
soured by disappointment, and hardened
by the hard life of landlady in small
boarding house, he must have been
agreeably surprised. The little lady
who so courteously greeted him was
slight and delicate in figure, with the
sweetest of faces, soft brown eyes, and
waving brown hair. Her neat dress
suited her face and her age, some thirty
five years, and her low-toned, clear voice
was like pleasant music.
Good-evening I" said the queer lit
tie man, 81 understand you have some
vacant rooms for boarders 1 want q
whole floor, if you can accommodate me.
a bedroom and sittingroom. l want
my dinner in the middle of the day, and
I'm so used to my own way that l must
have it, no matter what it costs !; but
I'm willing to pay for it. l shall keep
your servant running up and down all
the time Tn in the house, SO please
have one that has plenty of life and
activity. Can [ have the ro oms ma am %
The little landlady was so taken by
surprise by the appearance and rapid
speech of her visitor, that she scarcely
knew how to reply like the little girl,
she was prepossessed in favor of the
sweet voice and smile, so she said =
"Will you look at the rooms, sir q
"Look at them! My trunks will be
here presently, and l intend to sleep here
to night"
"But," stammercd the lady, elf they
should not suit you %
"They must If they don't suit me,
I'll pitch all the furniture ont of the
window, and get what does suit me.
I'm not very rich, ma'am, but You can
have your money every month i'll adj
vance, and that's all the reference l can
give you, for | am IL stranger here. Will
twenty five dollars week pay for both
rooms ?"
Had gold mine opened at her feet,
the little lady could not have looked
more astonished. Her little rooms had
never brought such price as that.
cit is too much," she said, gently !;
"perhaps, if you are stranger, you do
not know that this is not very aris-
tocratic neighborhood, and you see the
house is very small. My father built it
for his own use he was a house carpen-
ter, and he left it to me. 1t is comfort
able, sir, and 1 will try to make it
pleasant for you, but the rooms are
small, sir, and they are both bed rooms
now.
"Never mind that? Well soon get
the right furniture in. AS for the price,
you'll soon find you'll have to earn it.
I'm the most troublesome man you ever
heard of. | want hot coffee in bed at
six o'clock in the morning, and [ cat
wait until you see me eat, I'll keep
your girl busy, and, as / said before, L
must have my own way. What is the
name, ma am, of the little girl who let
me in %
Jennie Hill. sir.
"She's a bright little thing-an or
phan, she tells me-"
eyes, sir. Her mother died here
last summer. Will you see the rooms
now, sir ?"
Certainly. We will go up now, if
you please. Here is your first months
board, and he took from his pocket
book two crisp fifty dollar bills. My
name is Jameson. BY the way, to-mor-
row is Thanksgiving, and if l don't
have roast turkey, oysters sauce, mince
pies, and pumpkin tarts for my dinner,
I shall eat up Miss Jennie, here" and
he turned to the little girl just entering
the room, and laughed merrily. Only
for moment though, for the little girl
was followed by a young lady in deep
mourning, whose appearance seemed to
awaken an emotion deeper than merri-
ment in the queer little mans mind.
He bowed respectfully, and then said to
Miss Mosely =
81 will go to my room now, if you
please"
Cora Hill was beautiful enough to
account for more than mere passing ad-
mration. Her brilliant complexion,
short golden cllrls, and large blue eyes,
were all more beautiful contrasting
with her black dress and the subdued
air of sorrow and calc ON her face, was
touching in one so lovely and so young.
Mr. jameson thought of her great
deal as he paced up and down the two
little rooms, shaking his long shaggy
hair, and chuckling to himself.
The next day Jennie and Eddy
thought the reign of fairies had certain
ly come again. The great trunk they
had seen carried up stairs to the queer
little mans room, contained marvellous
story books, wonderful toys, and what
seemed inexhaustible stores of confect-
ionery. The Thanksgiving dinner was
=. enlarged and improved" by jars of
most delicious preserves, and Miss
Mosely was almost us much frightened
as astonished at the arrival in the mid
die of the day of basket containing