The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-08-16
THURSDAY MORNING AUGUST ,e 100,

81 was gwen to understand that | was
the first one, "
Nothing Of that sort, said Mrs.
Powers, "lf there has been one person
here on the same business, there has
been dozen. "
"IIumph!' said Mr.. johnson, in per-
picked way.
son yes said Mrs Powers, IL
know all about it. If you decide in the
affirmative, you will have but bad bar
gain Of it. ~
81 didn't expect to hear anything OF
that sort, y said Mr.. johnson.
at is not usual, believe said Mrs
Powers; "but feel il neither more non
less than my duty TO warn all strangers.
OF course you have been dcludcd with
false representations and glttering gen
oralties. speak the truth, A mouldy
old thing, lettering TO the very founda.
tons, sadly in need Of paint, and, re-.
gret to add, infested with vermin.
Madam shouted Mr.. Johnson, 81
will not stand here and listen TO these
foul aspersions on one who is as gooC
tlN Ilul' ~ oHI - btdNlllUlt
Mrs, Powers retrcated behind the bic
bookcase, appalled, by the sudden ap.
prchcnsiOn that she was confronting
maniac.
"And am amazed TO listen to suct
remarks from the lips of her own moth
er, aIso!'' exclaimed Mr.. Johnson. "Al
ask is to see her for myself to assur,
her how little all these cruel assevcra
tons affect my constancy. II ever 1
human creature wore the angelic shape
it was my Louisa.
At this moment Miss Louisa herse
came in, her crimps looSened from the
combining hair-pins, her calico wrapper
exchanged for more becoming gar
ment Of pale-b,ue cashmere, faced viii
quilted satin.
Mama, she cried, what is the
matter? John" with a well-simulatec
start Of amazement, this is nevel
yDu,'
Mrs, Powers. slowly recovering her
equanimity once more, emerged eau
liously from behind the edge of the
bookcase.
There is some most extraordinary
misunderstanding here said she
This gentleman, then, is not an timer
ant viewer Of domiciles-in other words,
a house hunter"
What on earth should hunt houses
for, ma amp said Mr. johnson, waxing
a little irritable, when I've got q good
red brick mansion of my own, with gas
water and Steamboat all complete"
Mama said Louisa, prettily en-
barrassed, tits Mr., johnson. Mr.,
Johnson, allow me to present you to
my mother Dear, dear this is very
embarrassing.
II should think it was CURLY re-
marked Mr.. johnson. 81 come here to
ask permission to pay my addresses TO
Mss Louisa Powers, and | am told,
with no more ceremony than one would
expect from a chimney sweep, that she
is a mouldy old thing, and wants paint,
and nobody knows what elSer
IL meant the house" stammered
Mrs. Powers, for once losing the self
possession which had always distin-
guishcd this descendant of the Brob-
dingnars.
Good gracious me, The idea Of
Louisa, there, being mouldy! Why,
just look at her.
Mr., johnson did look at Louisa.
Louisa looked at him. Both burst out
laughing, For the fair damselin ques-
ton, although she was two-and- thirty,
was still rosy, fresh, and blooming,with
a little dimple in her left cheek, and
a figure rs trim as that OF any chit of
eighteen,
Pray except my apologies, sir, said
Mrs Powers, gradually recovering her
emprcSs-lke men,
"I'll accept anything, ma am, said
the good-natured bachelor, ''if you will
consent to my marrying this lovely
crcature,'
Don't John,' simpcred Miss Louisa.
but it's the truth, stoutly declared
Mr. Johnson, land Id like to hear
anyone dispute it!'
But the little love-passage was cut
short by ring at the door-bel and the
sound Of hoarSe voice, enquring, us
this house to let?'
The Powers family went to Fordham
on the first of May 10 reside in ear
wiggy little cottage, where there were
more honcysucklcS than modern con-
yoniencos but the fair Louisa did not
accompany them. She, as a bride,
took possession Of the rcd-brick house,
with the Steamboat and patent yentila.
ton all complete.
But, dear me, said Jennette, when
she was helping drape the white muslin
curtains in Mrs. Johnson's boudoir,
chow near mama came to breaking up
the match"
Nothing would have broken up the
match said Mrs. johnson calmly
Dear John loved me too well for that!
And there's one thing to be thankful
for-we own our own premises, so that
the house can never, by any possibility,
be TO Let = y
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