Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1883-05-31
Tryphena," said Mrs. Disbrowe, while

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"folks couldn't expect you to make
fortune keeping boarders as long a.
you set just exactly such table as We
used to have when the master was
alive. Mock turtle soup and entrees
the first salmon of the season; roast
grouse and white grapes in December
that amt the way to make money
ma'a Look at Mrs. Graspall, next
door, She goes to market late at night
to buy up all damaged articles as the
dealers is glad to get off their hands
and the soups is made of old turkey
bones and the waste bits off the board
ers' plates, and the same old dried-up
apples and moldy raisins, as nobody
can't eat, comes on the table day after
day. There amt no TO Let on heI
door, ma'amr'
"Yes, l know said Mrs. Disbrowe,
"But / couldn't reconcile that sort Of
thing to my conscience, Tryphena.
Boarding house keepers hadn't
ought to have no conscience" said
Tryphena, solemnly. "Well. Ill GO
downstairs now and finish up my
dishes. Theren be enough to do TO-
morrow, lettin' in no end of people
and answerin' questions enough for a
riddle-book. This house to let? Is
the door-knobs gilded and the inside
shutters grained? Does the range
bake good, and are you sure the sta
tionary butts don't leak? Elevated
road amt near enough for its noise to
trouble you? Cellar don't leak? Sta
BILE round the corner amt no nui-
sance?' Good land O. Goshen don't
know what it'll be?"
Again TheoIyn burst out laughing.
The tears gathered softly under her
mothers eyelashes.
"It's no laughing matter, daughter, .
said she.
Mamma, 1 never was patterned
after the La Penserosa mood" cried
she. "Dear old Tryphena can do the
dolefuls for both of us. But must we
move away9 1t will be so strange to
live in any house but this. I never
can remember any other home p
She told the story the next day to
Lionel Maynard, the young artist
whose easel stood next to hers in the
art school, and who was so certain
that he should one day be second
Raphael.
When he had reached that glittering
pinnacle of fame it was an understood
thing between them that he should
marry Theolyn Disbrowe, and go to
Rome, there to sketch glorifed cherubs
and dove-eyed madonnas in an at
mospere of bliss forevermore.
"It's shameP' said Lionel, impul-
sively. "Now. look here, Theo-let's S
be married and go to Italy at once.
The air will be good for your mother S
cough, and"
"That's all nonsense, Lionel! We
are a deal to young for that" said
Theolyn, with the calm superiority of
her sex. And, beside, you're not to 60
to Italy until you have thoroughly
prepared for your career. Mamma
don't even know that we are engaged.
It's only a conditional affair, you
know. l may change my mind"
"Well, then, here's another idea r
savagely painting streaks Of lurid sun
set light against prison wall which
he was treating in Rembrantesque
manner. "There's that little cottage
of ours at Seabright. 1t has stood
empty for three months. I'm sure my
father would be overjoyed to get ten
ants like your people. Let that old
crab of landlord sell your house if
he chooses"
Its good idea," said Theolyn,
pensively darkening up her canvas
background with the deeper shades OF
burnt umber. "I'n ask mamma"
Old Tryphena had been conducting
the "To Lett siege after the most ap-
proved method of modern warfare all
day.
If folks means business" said she,
AZ amt no objection to trot from eel
lar to attic arter them; but if they
come here just to see the color of our
parlor carpets and pass away the time
I'm blest eff don't give 'em a piece of
my mind!"
Acting upon this platform Tryphena
struck dismay to the hearts of large
proportion of the house-hunting dilet-
tanti.
Fault-fnding old gentlemen were
given distinctly to understand that il
they disapproved Of the plan of the
house they might suit themselves else.
where.
Old ladies who objected to the cellar
being damp were brusquely informed
that she, Tryphena, wasn't the owner
of the house, and didn't hold herself
responsible for its drainage.
ats bad enough to show people
over the place every five minutes, " said
Tryphena, with a belligerent sniff
without being treated as if you wa:
a ticket-of-leave convict And | give
'em fair notice I won't stand none Of