Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1882-11-16
sEAFoAM LODGE.

"There must be no other boarders
TAKEN" said Mr.. McCorkindale. az
stipulate for that
"Oh, there will be noner' said Mr..
Dewey, the boarding and real estate
agent, nibbling the end of his pen. Il
know Mrs. Sweetclover very well-a
most respectable widow, in reduced
circumstances I know all about
Seafoam lodge. A delightful place,
on the edge of the ocean, where man
can't help being healthy"
Every WE'LL" said Mr.. McC Corkindale.
"Let her know that 1 consider the
thing bargain. I Twill send my trunks
on Monday Of next week."
Mr.. McC cCorkindale had been summer
ing at the Adirondacks, and had found
that mountain breezes, black flies and
dried pine-needles didn't agree with
him. He was now resolved to try the
effect of October at the seaside. And
he went home, well pleased with the
bargain he had made.
Now, Mr.. Dewey was in a partner
ship-Dewey & Salter-and SO neatly
dovetailed together were the arrange
ments Of the firm that Mr.. Saltes, who
dined at half-past twelve, came to
"keep office" exactly at the hour in
which Mr.. Dewey, who dined at half
past one, took up his hat and cane to
depart. And scarcely had Mr.. Salter
lighted his cigar, and settled his chair
back at exactly the right angle Of the
wall, ths n in came Miss Matte Milfoil,
blooming young old-maid, who gave
lessons in swimming at the Aqua Pura
academy.
Il want board at the seaside for a
month";" sa d she. cat place, please,
where the are no other boarders.
Prices must be moderate, and surf
bathing is necessity
"Ah," sale Mr.. Salter, bringing his
chair down en- its four legs at once,
"tfe very pla.e Mrs. Sweetclover,
client of oufs, has taken Seafoam
lodge, on the New Jersey coast, and
has clean, light airy room to let, with
good board, no llosquitos-"
"Yes,"I know" said Miss Milton.
"Just let me look at her references"
The references proved eminently
satisfactory. Miss Milfoil struck a
bargain at once.
"Let Mrs. Sweetcsover expect me on
Monday" she said; and Mr.. Salter
pocketed his commission with inward
glee.
Anything doing?" Mr.. Dewey
asked, when he came ba TX from dinner
"Tve let Mrs. Sweeiclover's room
for her," said Salter.
"HelloI" cried Dewey; II let it this
morning to old McCorkindaleP'
"And I've just disposed of it to
Miss Milfoil,' sputtered Salter. "Why
the deuce didn't you entei it on the
books ?"
"A man can't think Of even ything," +"
said Mr.. Dewey; "and I was going to
enter it when / came back"
"But what are we to do now p said
Salter.
Nothing said Dewey. "Ten to
one, one Of the parties won't keep
the contract. We're not to blame
that can see."
And Mr.. Dewey, philosopher after
his way, arranged his bulletin-board
anew, and sat down human spider,
to await the coming of any flies who
might be disposed for business.
Mrs. Sweetclover, in the meantime,
had swept and garnished Seafoam
lodge until it was fresher than a cow
slip and sweeter than roses.
She had decorated her upstairs room
with China mating, fresh muslin cur
tains, and dimity covers to the bureau
and dressing-table.
81 do hope / shall be able to let it!''
said Mrs. Sweetclover, with sigh.
sBut there are SO many seaside lodg-
ings this year that Dear me here
comes gentleman and a valise up the
beach-road, and. as true as live, he's
making straight for my housep'
"Have my trunks arrived ?" said the
gentleman - "name of McCorking-
dale
"SirI' said Mrs. Sweetclover.
II engaged Thereon through Dewey
s. Salter,n said Mr.. McCorkingdale,
. last week.
It's the first I've heard Of it. 1" SAL