The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1879-05-15

H0M 90 AfAf, NQh00F ever kot any k0@u
ot al these signings, bat be was cheated
and tormented aud ptsicted tiil bis life
beosme burden lie sold the big house
aad satin furniture and great glasses and
sll, but be never got sny money. some
body cabbagcd the money Mr.. Street bad
worked and raked aud serAped ali hls
life to make. Thcu MIR. aud Mrs. Street
moved into Myras house ,aud bis troubles
kept tic poor old msn awake nights till
he iust gave up aud died, and his wife
died soon sitter Of broken heart.
Aud when bis affairs were looked into
there was not 8 cent efl, only the house
that was given 10 Myra when she was
married. ThatwAs hers She could not
eat It or drink It or make Il into jackets
for frankie, you know; so | persuaded
her to come and live with me and LEI the
house furnished. | secured II as clean as
new pin, and fixed all Myrss pretty
vases and things about on the cunning
i little brackets, and il looked SO nice and
co1y that thought everybody would
rush for il. Then | advertised Il for $40
month, Myra was not one Of the talk
ing kind, aud did not want her put
down or imposed upon; so went to stay
with her when people came to look AZ
the house,
i II You want TO know how hateful and
tossy and bossy and snubby real nice peo-
pie can be, just let them come to rent a
house of you when yon're nothing but a
woman. You would have thought every
body had come from a marble palace and
that Myra's house was shanty, they
seemed so stuck up, A stranger In lin
en- blouse rampsged through the house as
1 II he had but two minutes to catch the
train, merely remarking, No modern i'm.
proyements. | suppose the words came
! from his throat and not froml pocket
steam whistle. Another gentleman tip
toed through tle rooms with his bands
under his coat tails and his nose in the
air He never even said Good morning
/ TO Myra, but only Too much, too much,
and you'll find ii 50. Then with his
boot he kicked to pieces little dande-
lion that grew in The courtyard 1t was
one of Frankie's paything, and there
was yellow posy on it every morning
for him; | was real glad that man did not
lake the house. Plenty of pleasant look
ing people came, but there were too
many cnbby.holes or too few cupboards,
or 1t was two dark or two light, too small
or too big, too this or too that, till at last
a sweet-spoken lady came, with an ostrich
feather on her hat that must have cost
months rent. She seemed so sorry for
Myra ra-sad her heart ached for her, and
she knew how hard IL must be for her TO
give up dear home where she had been
so happy. She prowled around for an
hour, and then she said TO us, as soft as
pussy-cat,H will take the house-the fur
niture ! will allow to stand where 1t Is;
| don't object even TO the pictures, and !
would like a door cut through the east
bedroom to the next chamber and new
CRATES in the parlor, | would like the
whole house thoroughly, painted, white
washed and cleaned. / will pay thirty
dollars month, and you will get a first
class, genteel tenant.
My hands were smarting with scrub.
bing aad dusting; this fine lady did not
know a clean house when she saw 1t, Do
you wonder was out of patience and
tired of palaveriUg? was filling up
every minute, and said to madam, about
as amable as if | was first cousin TO q
swapping turtle, You can't have It ma'am
She tossed up her head and walked off In
high disdain, her feather streaming out
behind her.
1t was natural ] should fire up some.
times wsen people turned up their noses
al our prettylltlle house and found forty
faults with it, and we're not willing to
give half the price they ought to. They
haggled about the rent and abused The
place ill ! couldn't stand It, Wasn't 1t
aggravatiug when it had been good
enough for my Myrs? One man said
there was no cistcrn, no dumb waiter,
aud he was afraid OF the dust; he thought
there were too many wagons going by |
SO ! spunked right mp and said, No, sir,
there is no cistern, nor dumb waiter, nor
cupola, nor hanging gardens, nor chime
Of bells there are no fire works thrown
In, and we can't afford TO have the street
moved square off on account ofthe dust.
We can't keep festoons OF flowers or flags
hanging out Of the windows either for
forty dollars month. Myra had to qniet
me-sort Of stroke me down.
One woman stood up on chair, and,
poking up her parasol TO a mark as big as
fly, asked If that was a spot ON the pa.
per she could not quite see, she said.
wished It hsd been bne Of those tsrantu.
las that come 10 buoches OF bananas, and
had dropped on ber, | felt so spitefu.
Myra bad borne such great trouble |
could not bear to have such tiny pins
stuck into her.
The visitors were afraid the house leak.
ed or smoked or did something else; they
were so grabbed and contrary that was
about plagued to death. They came and
went, Ike nightmares after welsh rabbit.
At last Mr.. Stiekney came IA nice, re.
spectacle looking person. He seemed up
10 the mark, promised fair, agreed to pay
punetualIy every month. took long
breath, and We thoughtsll would be right.
The first month be said the stove needed
linkering and the gas fixtures were out
Of order; II would take the whole month