Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-05-15

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And Mrs. Pensico, fairly overwhelm-
ed by this cataract of proverbs, ceased
her unavailing circumstances. After
all, what good would they do!
Poor little Sylvia was beginning to
comprehend that marrying rich old
screw was not the shortest way to per-
feet happiness.
But woman defied becomes a wo-
man dangerous, and Mrs. Peter Pensico
determined that she would not be con-
Quered.
Four days after the appearance ofths
advertisement which cost so much time
and pains. three young gentlemen ap-
piled for board.
Mr.. Pensico assumed a magisterisl
aspect.
Ten dollars a week is my fixed
price," said he; "but as there are three
ofyou, I 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 q so
ia bedstead in the back parlor.
AIc We always " i've 81. pldlutlNc-
ly demanded Mrs. Pensico.
Zone shouldn't mind little inconve-
nience, my dear, when a matter of $25
g 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. do you think
it is quite dignified for you to be romp-
ing out on the lawn with those three
young menu"
II wasn't romping," retorted Sylvia,
with pout, that showed the coral curve
of her lip to the best advantage. II
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 neighbor-
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
church ten miles away, in an elegant lit
tie buggy, with 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 Sylvia's waist.
"Sir!" Numbered Mr.. Pensico.
"Eh?' said the border.
Leave my premises" said the
grocer.
"Pve just paid weeks board in adj
vance suggested Mr.. Smith.
Take back your wretched dross!"
beloved Mr.. Pensico, flinging roll of
bills on the grass. go! Depart! Lose
no time, and take those other two
young men with you. Pm sick Of
boarders!"
And SO 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 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.
IL swear it by yonder cerulean bluew
said Mr.. Pensico, who had just been
reading est. Elmo"
Certain ure?" said Mrs. Pensico.
Certain sure" said her husband.
In that CASE" said Mrs. Pensico, al
may as well 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 Sylvla's waist.
So it was only her brother. And little
Sylvia hadn't played the married fiirt,
after all.
Hetook his wife in his arms and gave
her hearty kiss,
My DEAR" said he, you're a mis-