Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1879-02-27

Peter, as she banged the door
after her: shalf dozen buildings
And here are legal lore, and dramatic
ability, and journalistic talent, and
manly beauty, more or less, without a
home to call their own, except this
den. This is a pretty world, this is |!
Oh, yes, come in, he snarled, as an
other knock resounded through the
room. what is ia manager, an
editor or client, / wonder? Come
imp yelled he Perhaps he expects
me to send boy with silver buttons
to open the door. Oh, whats the
matter, ma'am?' he asked. as his
landlady again entered, her hands full
of bills.
Its one of your brilliant blunders,
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mas quarter, yon were dollar short,
and couldn't make my books bal.
ance for two days until you came and
rang me out of bed at three O'Clock in
the morning to take the ragged old
bill that you had found in your desk,
and knew was mine by right. Since
that time | always count your money
on the stairs, and here it is now, nine
dollars too much. You must be roll.
ing in wealth, young man, not to
know when you put away a teD-dollar
bill instead of one.'
you must be mistaken, said Peter,
staring Il haven't seen a ten-dollar
bill since the Sunday Ulster paid me
for three columns of editorial, minion
lead, and that was three years ago,
when they had young editor who
had ideas, and was extravaganza
Il never make Mistakes she re-
sponded, sternly. There is your ten
dollars, and I'll trouble you for a one.
Haven't it, said Peter, tersely, land
that isn't mine. Go away
Il shall stay until l have my rent
said she of the gray curls, sitting
down in a chair with her back to her
tenant and opening book.
'And welcome answered Peter,
whistling gayly and departing with a
big water pitcher. He was back again
in moment, leaving the door open
behind him, and dashing out with a
cloth to mop up the trail Of water
drops that he had left in the passage,
but his landlady never raised her eyes
from her reading, or acknowledged
his existence in any way, until she
gave sharp, shrill scream on feeling
herself and the chair lifted from the
floor together, and set out in the entry.
Peter bestowed a great deal of valua.
BILE legal advice upon her through the
locked door, and explained to her
that, having her receipt for the rent,
he was the owner of the office until
Lady Day, and must decline to allow
her to occupy his premises. After a
quarter of an hour, finding the silence
he opened the door and
discovered his chair empty, except
for the ten-dollar bill, which, impaled
upon brass pin, reposed on the seat.
A giggle from the stairway, and the
sound of flying feet and closing door
his discontinue; and he
drew 10 his chair in a state of wrath
i'll becoming rising light in three
professions.
'The old goose! he muttered; she
can't keep track of her riches, and
must have counted some other fell
lows money for mine T; and now there
is that abominable bill to tempt me
for four blessed days, during which /
must live on that thirty one cents. l
must get out Of this. If / stay here
with that thing staring me in the face,
l shall 90 and spend it on roast tur.
key and Nesselrode pudding, and
goodness knows what culinary gor-
geousness. I'll earn some money
somehow. though, before night : and
with this resolve Peter locked his
door and strobe away, never noticing
that an awkward little gray figure fol-
lowed him down street
There was no nse in looking up any
of his old haunts,a he very we'll knew,
for had he not visited them all within
twenty.four hours and been given
leave to withdraw What could he
do, he wondered, as he slipped the
crust and dandelion coffee and ate the
coarse bread, which cost him four
cents and were worth about one. AS
he was paying his bill at the desk, a
tall German, very much excited,
danced up to the side of the red.
checked young woman who presided
at the receipt of custom, and cried,
sMy tear Miss Chane, can you find me
a man? p
Miss Jane smiled consciously as be.
came petted beauty much admired
by the frequenters of the dining room,
but asked in the brisk tone of bust.
ness woman, what for?' TO take
pills. cried the German. sMine heart
is proke with the conduct of my men.
The pills they take, in the gutter they
drop them, to the small boys they
give them, they waste them My
money they take, and / profit not q,
all, and bankrupt l shall pei
Are you doctor p asked Miss
Jane.
NO, no. cried the frantic Teuton.
4 sell toys; the doll that shuts her
eyes, the mill that grinds, the black
man that dances, the horse that trots,
and these Americans they knows me
not, and / know not to advertise, I'm
til it is too late, aud my wife she has
pills, and l hire one, three men, and
they cheat me, they rob me, and my
toys nobody buys. Find me a man,
Miss Chane, aud l will give you toys
for all your little brothers and sisters.
Miss James eye caught Peters. She
was clever little girl, and she knew
that brightface young fellow with
good manners does not eat four.cent
dinners for amusement. It's easy
work, she said, half aloud, sand there
is nothing dishonorab about it-per-
haps-this gentleman
Peter stepped forward Would |
do, STRIP
No no-no, cried the German Il
want big man to make people take
my pills whether they will or no. But
who knows p he said good-naturadly,
in answer to glance from Miss Jane.
Come and try
Twenty minutes more found Peter
near the toy shop with q big bundle
of bills, and orders to give one to each
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