Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1883-09-14


vanceg-precisly. References!-my
card, madam"
Henri Won Bergon,' read Mrs.
Tobey, from the piece of cardboard
presented. Not the great artist3'
Mr. Won Bergen smiled.
. AN artist" he replied. The
adjective is due to madam's kind
ness.
''Oh, dear mel said madam, all of
a futter' ARE you sure the rooms are
nice enough?'
There is good light. There is
seclusion. They are admirable |
shall take possession the day after to-
morrow"
Good morning"
And exit Mr.. Won Bergen.
Mrs. Tobey went down stairs and
took off the paste board sign.
Thank goodness, that's settled y she
declared fervently,
Thursday came-the brightest,
balmiest, sunshiniest of mornings.
the house had been secured, and scrub
bed, and polished to a marvellous de-
gree of cleanliness. The windows
glistened like silver, the bell-handle
was a knob of gold, the paints were
positively speckless, the very flowers
in the trim Dutch garden beds looked
as though they had their rosy faces
newly washed
About ten o'clock an express wagon
stopped at the gate.
'Mr VonBergon's things" explain
ed the man and forthwith began de-
posting them on the garden path
trunks, easels, easy-chairs, boxes of
books, models, paint boxes, and
canvases-all of which Mrs Tobey
and Susanna were surveying rev
erently, when a second express drew
up in the spot Just vacated by the
first.
New dodgers traps he announced
gruffly.
Lord alive, Susanna gasped Mrs
Tobcy, ''if he ISM married.
w here's the harm in that same
ma am" grinned Susanna.
u am sure ] understood him to be a
single man. Though not that he ever
said as much, she added consclen-
tiOusly.
These things don't look as if they
Belonged to a man, sure" said Susan
IA.
And they didn't. They were all on
the garden path now, jumbled in
with the first load, and the express
had driven away-a trunk, a wicker
work bas<e a roll of music, bundle
of novels. package of crewels and
grey silks for crazy work, and bon
net-box.
Here comes the gentleman, said
Mrs. Tobey, as Mr.. Won Bergen
alighted from a fly at the gate.
And here comes the lady" groaned
Susanna, with a fearful awakening Of
her torpid memory. "Oh, lands sakes,
how absent minded | be ~
And sure enough at this very mo-
mcnt Miss Wilde came walking up
the garden path, almost side by side
with Mr.. Won Bergen.
"Goodmorning" she said, smiling.
Mrs. Tobey, presume. | am your
new tenant"
She was looking quite youthful and
pretty this morning i'll her gown of
soft pearl -colored lawn, with the sun
hat to match, all trimmed with pink
ribbons
You're welcome, said Ms. Tobey.
Mr.. Won Bergen did not say he was
married."
What! what's this" roared Mr..
Won Bergen. Married, mann. Who
says I'm married, ma'am?n
Isn't this lady your wife" faItered
Mrs. Tebcy.
No" shrieked Miss Wilde.
Mo- Numbered the artist.
Il am the new tenant" declared
Miss Wilde. is it possible your ser
want did not give you the note / left
for you, the day before yesterday, en-
gazing the rooms!"
No gasped the landlady family
shes that abscnt-minded, Susanna
is.
And Mrs Tobcy fed in cowardly
fashion.
Let EN- fight it out ~ she said, in
the intervals of shaking the breath
out of Susanna.
Left alone, the new tenants sur
vcyed each other in antagonistic 81
lence.
well, | guess I'd better be moving
my things into the house, announced
Miss Wilde resolutely.
II guess not, rctorted Mr.. Won
Bergen, wrathfuIly the rooms are
mine.
II am sure | rented the first" de
clared Miss Wilde, winking very
hard to keep back the tears of disap-
pointment slowly rising. II am very
sure | did. Mr.. Mr..
won Bergen, stiitly.
"Not-but now that look at YOU
| do believe it is -Henri Won Bergen
Why I've got your photograph in my
dear papa's album.
Down she went on her knees before
her trunk, very much flushed and, ex-
cited.
why Miss. Miss -" he stammer-
Wilde" she said. PAMELA
Wilde"
Not Andrew Wilde's daughter"
Yes, she avowed. Look, here's
your picture! Papa always told me
it was that of her dearest friend. -
And, bless my soul if | haven t
got yours somewhere about me. wait
till | open this satchcl. There! your
father sent 1t TO me several years ago.
You don't look day older.
"Oh my" blushing; but / am.
Papa is dead, you know, and | am
teaching school for living. This
being vacation, | came out hero
And tried to turn you out = roar
ed Won Bergen. Heaven $ alive! An
drcw'S daughter"
And | was SO rude to papa S
friend said PAMELA remorsefully
I'm go right back to the city
You'll do no such thing. I'll 60
back Tma brute, ! ought to be asham-
ed of myself. "
oh, don't say that" demonstrated
Pamela
See here suggested the artist,
coming up and taking both Miss
WildeS little grey-gloved hands in
his; suppose we both stay2'
What I" gasped Pamela.
The carriage is over there on the
road yet Let us drive back to the city
and get married I'm i'll love with you
already. Say yes"
oh, said PAMELA, Il couldn't -
why notI"
II hardly know YOU at all
But your father knew me
That's so, - said PAMELA, brighten
ing.
Como tbpn