Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-05-15

imam dangerous, ana Mrs. Peter PenSlCO
determined that she would not be con-
quered.
Four days after the appearance of the
advertisement which cost SO much time
and pains. three young gentlemen ap-
piled for board.
Mr.. Pensico assumed d magisterial
aspect.
"Ten dollars week is my fixed
price," said he; "but as there are three
ofyou, don't mind saying $25.'
And on these terms Messrs, Smith,
Brown and Jones became possessors of
the three best bedrooms of the cottage,
driving Mr. Pensico and his wife to So
ia bedstead in the back parlor.
"Are we always to live so?' plaintive-
ly demanded Mrs. Pensico.
"One shouldn't mind a little inconve
nience, my dear, when matter of $25
81 week is at stake" said Mr.. Pensico,
with an air of superior wisdom.
But as the days wore on, and Messrs.
Smith, Brown, and Jones began to feel
themselves more at home, matters be-
gan to be less pleasant to Mr.. Peter
Pensico.
"My DEAR" said the paterfamilias to
his young wife, one day, edo you think
it is quite dignified for you to be romp-
ing out on the lawn with those three
young men?"
az wasn't romping," retorted Sylvia,
with pout, that showed the coral curve
of her lip to the best advantage. 81
was only playing croquet. You charged
me especially to try and make things
agreeable to the boarders: didn't your"
This was on Monday. On Tuesday,
Mrs. Pensico went fishing with the
three boarders. Pensico might have
gone too-perhaps-only that the boat
was capable of holding but four.
On Wednesday there was picnic up
the river. to which Mr.. Smith invited
Mrs. Pensico. On Thursday Mr.. Jones
and Mr. Brown had camp out" in
the woods, of which Mrs. Pensico and
one Miss Tomlinson, of the neigbbor-
hood, formed an indispensable accom-
paniment.
On Friday Mr.. Brown undertook to
lay out Mrs. Pensico's verbena bed in
true landscape gardening style. On
Saturday it rained, and Mr.. Jones, who
was considerable of an elocutionist. read
poetry alone to Mrs. Pensico, while she
darned the family hose. On Sunday
Mr.. Smith drove Mrs. Pensico to a
church ten miles away, in an elegant lit
tie buggy, with a long-tailed horse.
And he wished he hadn't written that
advertisement
But this was nothing to his chagrin
on the next day, when he found Mr..
Smith sitting out under the apple trees
with his arm around Sylvla's waist.
"Sir!" Numbered Mr.. Pensico.
@'Eh p said the border
"Leave my premises." said the
grocer.
Give just paid weeks board in adj
vance suggested Mr.. Smith.
Take back your wretched dross!"
beloved Mr. Pensico, tlinging roll Of
bills on the grass. go! Depart! Lose
no time, and take those other two
young men with you. I'm sick of
boarders!"
And the three young men departed.
When once the garden gate was closed
behind them, Mr.. Pensico elevated his
right arm Electrically in the air.
Never-never will I receive another
boarder into my family said he, GAS
for you, false wife"
"No; but is it honor bright about
the boarders?" interrupted Mrs. Pensico,
with sparkling eyes.
" I swear it by yonder cerulean blue!"
said Mr.. Pensico, who had just been
reading "St. Elmo"
Certain sure?" said Mrs Pensico.
"Certain sure" said her husband.
In that case," said Mrs. Pensico, 81
may as we'll tell you now as any other
time, that John Brown and Ferdinand
Jones are my cousins, and that Charlie
Smith is my brother"
"Eh?' grasped Mr.. Pensico. "Was
twas it a conspiracy"
"They wanted board in the country"
said Mrs. Pensico, and you wanted
boarders."
A heavy weight seemed to be lifted
from Mr.. Pensico's heart as he remem-
bered the arm around Sylv1a's waist.
So it was only her brother. And little
Sylvia hadn't played the married firt,
after all.
He took his wife in his arms and gave
her hearty kiss,
MY DEAR" said he, "you're mis-
chievous little girl, but I forgive you.
And [ guess We'll give up the boarder
business"
Which was all that Mrs. Pensico
wanted.
II was determined to conquer him, y
thought she, and I've done it."
A Deaf Mans Musings.