The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-10-14
Jones Mistake.

1T EIGHOw yawned Mr.. Ellicott
TE the real estate agent, as hC
&& looked out of the window a
EE9 two old women, a market car
and the postman. Times are dul
-fearfully dull Never have knowr
'em so stsgnant since l was in the
business. A list of houses to rem
ana for sale that would suit airy
body, at prices that are absolutely
scandalous, as far as cheapness is
concerned, ana no demand for 'em
literally nonel'
And Mr.. ElIicott lighted his cI
gar, arranged the "'To Let's a little
more attractively in the window,
and shook his head mournfully al
J the big ledger on the hi0h desk
But Just at that in, amt in which
he drew a sigh, indicative of the
EXTREMIST dependency, a stout,
middle-aged gentleman, with felt
hat, an umbrella under his arm, and
square-toed boots, walked into the
neatly -carpeted office. The agent
slipped nimblY off his chair, laid
down his cigar, and assumed the
business smile.
"What can 1 do for you?" he
said, rubbing his hands, and scent
ing q brown-sto sale, or red
brick exchange, at the very least.
"My name is JONES'" said the
stout stranger.
Happy to see you, Mr.. Jones" :"
simpered the real estate agent, rub
bing away harder than ever.
"And | want to rent Il respecta-
BILE house in a pleasant neighbor-
hood" added the gentleman. 81
am sick of boarding, and intend
to take a house aud go TO house
keeping"
Certainly, by all MEANS" said
the agent, beginning briskly to fut
ter over the leaves of his book.
ave have, 1 am happy to say,
number of most eligible residences
here, which can hardly fail to meet
your requisitions."
"Give me a list" said the old
gentleman
Certainly" said Mr.. Ellicott,
dipping his pen into the wooden
standish.
q mean business,S said Mr..
Jones.
81 am glad to hear it," said the
agent.
And scarcely five minutes more
had elapsed before the middle aged
gentleman with the alpaca umbrella
and the square toed boots was
where iat-lettered "To Let' hung
conspicuously beside the door.
Miss PAMELA Peppermint was just
taking her hair out Of crimp in the
front third-story apartments as the
bell sounded its hollow tocsin
through the house.
HJoanna," said Miss PAMELA,
oyer the stairs, ''look out of area
window and see who it is"
''It is a gentleman, ma'am," 10
anna answered, in a shrill whisper,
Gin a superline brOadcloth coat and
a new umbrella"
"Come to answer the advertise
ment," said Miss PAMELA, radiant
ly. "Show him into the parlSr, Jo-
anna, and tell him I'll be down di-
rectly"
She settled her crimps once again,
pinned a petite ribbon bow in her
back hair, gave her forehead a fare
we'll dab with a powder puff, and
read over for the last time a para
graph in the mornings paper, which
ran as follows:
"Wanted-By a young lady Of
education and experience, a posi-
tion as housekeeper to a gentleman
of means. No triflers need apply
to Miss p, No. 90 Nixon street"
"Dear me-" SAID Miss Pepper
mint, chow my heart futters-for
surely this Is a crisis in my life.
How often does housekeeper be-
come something carer and dearer
to a gentleman of susceptibility and
appreciation 1 hope he ID fond of
poetry"
She crossed the threshold with a
tripping step. To her sur prise the
apartment was empty.
Where is he, Joanna?" said she,
looking around in dismay.
please ma'am," faltered the
maid, 81 think he's an escaped luna
tic-for he's walking all around the
back kitchen, and peerin' into the
stationary washiubs, and mutterin'
to hisselt like everything"
"Ah!" said Miss Peppermint,
with satisfied smile. Every nat
ural-quite so. He means to find
out what kind of practical house
keeper l am. A-hem here he comes.
Run, Joanna, there is stove black
ing on the bridge of your nose and
hole in your stocking. A hem J
Please to walk in, sir" to the mid
dle-aged gentleman who appeared
on the threshold. with his specta-
cles tipped over the bridge of his
nose, and his umbrella carried, jaw
elm fashion, urder his arm. Il
have the pleasure of addressing"
"My name is JONES'" said the
gentleman, brusquely. "You are
the lady who"
"Who advertise? Yes" said Miss
Peppermint, with a smiling inclina
tion of her head.
"Then l wonder at your enun-
ciated Mr.. Jones.
"Sirr said Miss Peppermint.
CAS- old as the hills" said Mr..