Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-05-15
A FEW BOARDERS.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

any DEAR" said Mr.. Pensico to his
wife, "don't you think it would be a
good Idea for us to take q few hoard
ers"
"Boarders ?" echoed Mrs. Peter
Pensico "What for?"
ITO turn an honest penny, my dear"
said Mr.. Pensico. f-
"Pshaw ~ said Mrs. Pensico.
But you've got money enough" re-
torted his wife. with toss of her curly
head.
sylvia" said Mr.. Pensico, gravely,
ado you know that nobody ever has
money enough?"
NO." said Mrs. Pensico. Smelling
away with great vigor at the pan Of
lima beans in her lap. II don't know
anything of the sort"
"Just think how nice it would sound"
said Mr.. Peter Pensico, with his eyes
I half closed and his head on one side,
Select board for q few gentlemen, in
cottage on the Hudson-fine view
excellent boating-plenty of shade
milk and vegetables-terms moderate.
think see it now in the columns of
the paper
II thought YOU rented this cottage to
please me" said Mrs. Pensico, raining
lowp the emerald shower of lima
beans at double quick rate.
$50 did, my dear-so l did," re-
pended her husband. "But why
hould not We please few select board
rs, too"
Mr.. Pensico was a retired grocer,
fat and forty" if not fair" Mrs.
Pensico had been pretty ward school
teacher. fall twenty years younger than
her husband, who had boarded ut the
same house with the dealer in nuts,
Spices and moist sugars.
Love is like the whooping cough, a
more dangerous disease the older you
grow. Mr.. Pensico took it very hard
SO hard, indeed, that he married Sylvia
smith at the end of fortnights &C.
qualntance, and took her to live in q
pretty little cottage Oh the Hudson.
You are jewel, my DEAR" said
Peter Penslco, land 1 mean to place
you In an appropriate setting"
But as the confagration of his young
love died into more steady and uneven
name, Mr.. Pensico's old spirit of thrift
arose within him. Love in a cottage
was all very charming; but the wages
Oh cook, chambermaid and handy man
counted up amazingly at the end OF
'he month. A COW grazing in the
meadow was picturesque, to he sure.
out the feed bills were something to
shudder at. Sylvia in white muslin
was an adorable object; but it some
.llnes occurred to Mr.. Pensico's per-
,uroed mind that calicoes would have
peen more economical. viewed from the
laundress' standpoint. In short, love
ana economy were at daggers drawn
NJ 'he noble soul of the ex-grocery
man.
Don't you think it's good idea, my
loue! persisted Mr.. Pensico, brushing
a ny away from the circular bald spot
on the top of his head.
No. DON'T" said Mrs. Pensico.
" But why not?"
don't like the idea of keeping a
'aVern," retorted the bride.
My dear" said Mr.. Pensico. "you
eSaggerate. \ few select boarders-"
A few select fddlesticks :" inter-
fnupted Mrs. Pensico, as she rose up.
aahging the lima-pods all over the
MIR. Pensico looked at his wife with a
cam u \, and speculative eye.
She don't like boarders," Wondered
he. And she don't like to submit. az
4 wiie should, to her husbands author.
ny; Good I'll enforce both questions.
Ut III know the reason why p"
ana MIR. Peter Pensico sat down to
"rlte the advertisement whose glowing
PERIODS had been floating in frapmen.
cry radiance through his brain for the
'dst Ilve or ten minutes.
:. 'ooat take boarders," said Sylvia.
;,s, My dear" said Peter, "you will do
IusatWNprs-cisely-- as l think best.n
g Wen see?' cried out Mrs. Pensico.
a woman ought to be proud TO have
al opportunity of helping her husband
NJ NJ IN p the world" oracularly observed
wo,I, believe the richest people in the
Morld are the meanest" said sylvia
WIN a Jerk Of her pretty brown curls