Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1883-09-06


CORPORATION BoARDING-HoUsE, ToGETHEI
WITH THE ADVENT OF NEW BoARDER.
/ know the dear lady reader longs tc
go back to the Jolly old clearinghouse Of
Mrs. Moriarty. We will find some honest
hearts there at all events; and, besides
we require n change of scene owing tc
the delicate state of our constitutions
which alone is sufficient reason why we
should pay the good old dame visit, to
say nothing about few of our characters
whom we have left in stdtu quo, and are
doubtless anxiously awaiting us.
siSomewhere in former chapter we in
formed the reader that the inmates of the
Corporation Caravansary" were in daily
expectation of new boarQer.
Such an expectation is an "event" in all
respectable boarding-houses; If it isn't,
then it ought to be.
1t aods at Mrs. Moriarty's.
The door-bell couldn't ring but what
there was rush to answer it on the part OF
some one of the thirty ladies who bonored
that establishment with their presence.
This generous conduct on their part,
saved Mrs. Moriarty and the servants a
world of trouble, and the butcher and ba-
ker, and candlestick maker much valua-
BILE time; for, when they called and rang,
the door was instantly opened, much to
their surprise, but more to the disgust OF
the genial spirit who answered their sum-
mons with so much welcome alacrity.
At last about five o'clock, one afternoon
the door bell did rmg-a modest "ting-a-
ling" very unlike the swift pull of the
postman the saucy one of the footed
urchins given to such tricks; or, the per-
emptory one of the grocers which seemed
to say: "Come be lively, now, for your
bread and beans are waiting"-for those
were the words which Nellie Jones used
to put to the tintinabulations of the gro
GERS ring-but just such a pull as indi-
Gated the touch of a womans hand, and q
slight doubt as to the style of her recep-
ton.
The bell notes had scarcely time to die
away,when the door was opened, and the
boarder who achieved the feat, saw stand
ing before her, diminutive and hand
some woman who enquired in a sweet
voice for the mistress of the house.
Mrs. Moriarty, who was peering over
the head of the basement stairs, instantly
responded to the summons, and asked the
stranger into her own cosy little sitting
room at the head of the first fight; ms
she was doing so she encountered Ger
trude Weldon, whose room was directly
opposite, coming out and dressed as if for
q walk.
The eyes of Miss Weldon had no sooner
fallen upon the strangers pretty face than
look Of recognition and delight flashed
into her own, and throwing her beautiful
arms about the newcomers neck almost
smothered her with kisses, exclaiming:
"Why, Madge, 6,ar Madge, where did
you drop from, and how did you find me
out7 Wonder of wondersfw and she
kissed her again and again.
Mrs. Moriarty stood by gazing on this
scene in dumb amazement, but very
pleased withal, judging from the express
sion of her round, good humored face
And indeed she was pleased; for now she
knew where the stranger could be put
and that was a question that had beer
puzzling her considerably, and her board
ers too, for that matter.
1t was some moments before the little
stranger could respond to the caresses o
Miss Weldon; indeed she couldn't fine
voice to do so-for she was sobbing will
delight and returning kiss for kiss-bu
for the life of her could not utter a single
word.
Seeing the extent of her agitation, Ger
tfuue NtluOn tuIIcu VI IuiS. 4uofi"ty ah'
said hastily.
"This' young lady will share my room
with me, Mrs. NJ, so you need give your
self no further trouble about her"-ant
she continued in low tone-"nor neet
you mention this little scene If you please
If any one below should ask you anything
about her, it is enough to say that she i
an old and valued friend"
"God bless we both, child! I'll be a
dumb as the rock of Cashel. and tell tn
chatters down stairs that it's none Of thei
business schat 1 see-sure Ill tell then
that she was not crying at all, at all!'
"No, no! Do not say anything" re
turned Gertrude laughing sweetly, Vi
you do they'll soon draw it all out of you.
"Thrue for you darlin'. Ill keep nun
as n mackerel."
And the good woman toddled dow
stairs, thinking in her own mind "ho,
Gurus twas some people come togethe
in this worruld."
Gertrude then led the stranger into he
own room, from which they did not emery
again that night.
What took place between these tw
girls in the privacy of Miss Weldon
apartment does not concern the reader, q
least, for the present.
IL seemed, however, Judging from tn
conversation below, that it did YER
gravely concern q good number OF Oh
boarders, and particularly Nellie Jone
and her chum, Jane Smith, and OF cours'
the aset---for even clearinghouse hav
Asofsv x,ot, know IN IF which theae TN