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

you're kindly welcome, sir, and the
room is quite ready, if you'll be so
good as to step upstairs"
"Humphl humph r said Mr.. Nc
Corkingdale, gazing around him with
the eye Of an elderly eagle. Every
clean-tolerably airy-superb view
from the windows. Upon my word, I
like the looks of things"
"Do you think the apartment will
suit ?" said the widow, timidly.
"Of course it will suit p said Mr..
McC Corkindale. "Here is a months
board in advance-ten dollars a week,
the agent said. You may serve dinner
at l. Bluefsh, roast CLAIMS, lobster salad
amy sort Of sea-food you may happen
to have. don't eat desserts. And
now I'm going out to walk on the sea-
shore"
Mrs. Sweetclover looked after him
with eyes Of rapture.
"The boarder of all others that I
would have preferred" said she. II
am in luck I thought yesterday, when
1 saw the new moon over my right
shoulder, that something fortunate was
going to happen"
But Mrs. Sweetclover had not stuffed
the bluefsh for baking when a light,
firm footstep crossed the threshold, and
Miss Milfoil stood before her, in dark
blue serge dress, and a sailor hat Of
black straw, while across her shapely
shoulders was slung fiat black satch-
el, traveler-wise.
"Mrs. Sweetclover, 1 suppose?' said
she.
The widow courtesied an afirma-
tive.
81 am Matte Milfoil," said the lady.
81 rented your room last week, of
Dewey & Salter."
("Dear mer' thought the widow.
Gam I dreaming?')
"I like the situation very much,'
continued Miss Milfoil, looking at the
curling edges of foam that crept up
the beach at the left, and then at a
murmuring grove of naples at the
north. Il shall probably remain here
until Christmas, if I am suited"
"But the room is let already r. fall
tered Miss Sweetclover, at last re-
covering her voice.
"Let already p repeated Miss Nil
foil. "But that is impossible. have
taken it."
"There's some mistake at the board
ing agency" said Mrs. Sweetclover,
almost ready to cry. "It's been let
twice and never knew Of it until
this moment. Oh, dear oh, dear 1t
never rains but it pours r.
"But what am I to do?" said Miss
Milfoil.
Mrs. Sweetcloyer's faded eyes lighted
up with faint gleam Of hope.
"I've only one eligible apartment on
the second floor" said she ''but if
you don't mind the garret there's a
nice, airy room finished off there, with
two dormer windows overlooking the
ocean"
"TH look at it." said Miss Milfoil.
She looked at it and she liked it, and
she straightway sent to the village for
her trunks, unpacked her books, her
work-basket, her writing-desk and her
portable easel, arranged some sea
weed over her mantel, and made her
self at home
Mr.. McCorkindale, going upstairs
from the dinner table, that. very day.
heard a sweet, clear voice singing the
refrain of some popular ballad, from
the upper story.
"Eh?' said Mr.. McCorkindale "Is
that your daughter?''
Its my lady boarder, sir" said
Mrs. Sweetclover.
"Look here" said Mr.. McCorkin-
dale, stopping short this won't go
DOWN.
"What won't go down, sir?" said
the bewildered landlady.
"No other boarders taken, yol
know" said Mr.. McCorkindale. "That
was my express stipulation
"Tm very sorry, sir" said Mrs.
Sweetclover, but"
"And I'm not going to be trifed
withl' said Mr.. McC Corkiadale. 'Either
she or must gol''
Couldn't it be managed, sir ?" said
the landlady, half terrified out Of her
senses.
aNo, it couldn't said Mr.. McCork-
indale.
At this moment, however, Miss Mil
foil herself made her appearance on
the scene, tripping down the stairs in
qui ), determined sort of way, and
facing the indignant elderly gentleman
as he stood there.
What's the matter?" said Miss
Milfoil.
"The matter said Mr.. McCorkin-
dale, " is simply this. / have engaged
my board here on the express under
standing that / am to be the only
boarder, and"
oT seas said Miss Milfoi1. 0And r