Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-02-26
THE AIR SHAFT.
4 story of st. Valentine.

| am an EngllShman, who urlfte
over to this country at the instigatio
of my own self-will, and the annoy
ances of my father combined. Am
good-looking? 1t would be absurd t.
say am not, when my sweet little wifi
of to-day, and to-morrow-and, thanl
God. all the to-days and tomorrow
vet to come-tells me | am the best
looking fellow in New York. Wei
born? l can swear to that without tn
aid of my little wifey, as the Red Bool
of England's ancient peerage will
testify.
/ arrived in this city about five year
ago, and came directly to the boarding
house where / am still living, having
brought to my kind host and gentl,
hostess, Mr. and Mrs. De Bee, lette
of introduction from an old friend o
theirs and mine. Mr.. De Bee was
Belgian gentleman by birth, and hi
wife n loving, warm-heartcd, lrisl
gentlewoman, born in Canada.
AS | presented my credentials to Mr.
De Bee, was at once welcomed by hi
hospitable family, consisting of them
selves and two daughters. Bein!
shown to my quarters in the thir'
story, / found them to consist of on
large, pleasant room, overlooking
garden, and communicating with
Bathroom, with large air-shaft run
ming through it.
The first of my story l must cop,
from my journal, commencing the da,
of my arrival.
December 9TH, 1877. Here / am il
this new, strange country-how lost
should feel, if / did not hear the old
familiar tongue-and yet, it seems t
harshness in the accent-a differen
intonation of the voice. Most of IN,
companions here are from Belgium
and Germany they speak English, a
all Germans do. Mrs. De Bee has
charming accent of the Irish lady
saw no other lady present, save m,
hostess, but there was q vacant plac,
opposite me, which Mrs. De Bee saiC
was occupied by young widow lady
the only lady boarder she had. l die
not know it at the time, but have sine,
learned from the experience of friends
that our house, unlike, perhaps, every
private home of any gentleman, Oul
table like that of generous host. Mr.
Wrinkle, who sat next TO me, told me
Il missed a great deal in not seeing
the widow and another opposite me
Kanouse, by name, lifted up his very
stolid-looking head, and nodding very
gravely said, eyes, yes, yes, dot isl
SOL" and subsidized again into the quiet
depths of his plate. AS went upstair.
after dinner on my way to my room
Lolo, the youngest daughter of Mr.
De Bee, came up, and putting her hanC
conlidingly in mine, said, "Oh, dc
come in the parlor little while, and
hear Mr.. Wrinkle play, and we car
have dance" Nina, who had ar
rived at the digniied age of fifteen
said, ''Lolo, don't be SO urgent. Mr.
Temple, we should like to have yor
come in, fol it will be lonely in youl
room.
Eyes, yes, come in, do not sit by
yourself to get homesick," argued Mr.
DE Bee, and so passed an hour or sc
very pleasantly. | must confess | ac
cepted the invitation, hoping to see tn,
young widow.
But now, let me take view of my
own special den, everything beautiful
ly neat and clean and fresh, the bed
the curtains, and, no, by Jove! ther,
is a little writing desk or escritoire
just like the one in my own room a
home, with paper, pens, and ink al