Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1884-09-10

But when she got TO Moon mountain
there was only one little square room
left. The fame of the Black Spring
had gone forth in all directions, and
newspaper editor had promulgated an
article praising the delicious, pine
scented air and well populated trout
brooks of the mountain, and the conse
uuence was that the farm house wassfull.
"But this room is too small" said
Mrs. Lonsdale, fretfully, as she looked
around.
"Its all Ihave left" said Mrs. Dirk,
sand I could have let it half dozen
times over if it hadn't been reserved for
you, Cousin Naomi"
you'll take me at a reduction from
the usual prices, suppose?" said Mrs.
Lonsdale.
81 shall charge you just what charge
everybody else, neither more nor less"
answered Mrs. Dirk.
"But I'm relative" pleaded Mrs.
Lonsdale.
what good does that do me?" said
the widow, fixing her blue eyes full on
Mrs. Lonsdale. "My terms for room
of this size are thirty shillings week"
"But that is too much" whined Mrs.
Lonsdale.
How much did you except to pay ?"
asked Mrs. Dirk, with curious sparkle
in her eyes.
"In this wilderness, here" said Mrs.
Lonsdale, twelve shillings would be
eff those are your ideas we never
shall come to terms" said Mrs. Dirk.
'tBut if you are really cramped for
money"
"My dear Mrs. Dirk" said the rich
mans wife, "you have no idea of the
perpetual demand on us for money"
81 will take you for twenty-five shill-
ings." Mrs. Dirk completed her SEN
tence as if the other had not spoken.
And the bargain was completed.
Mrs. Lonsdale had not been in the
house week before she took her hus-
bands cousin severely to task.
''That horrid old man in the faded
olive-green suit has the best room in
the house," said she. "The very best"
eyes, said Mrs. Dirk, she is my
mothers uncle. He was always very
good to my poor husband"
''But I'm told he only pays half
price,"
"That is my affair."" said Mrs. Dirk.
''But is it true!" insisted Mrs. Ions
dale.
eyes, it is true" confessed the widow.
"He is very old and can't go up and
down stairs, SO of course he must have
the first floor ROOM"
"But he hasn't any property?"
He owns Garage Farm, across the
mountains" said Mrs. Dirk, "but nobody
will rent it of him because it is so rocky,
and the farmhouse was burned down
last fall when there were so many fires
in the woods. Beyond that he has moth
ing"
Mrs. Lonsdale curled her lip.
"Such impudence," said she. "No-
body has any right to live to be seventy
years ofage without having laid up
some little provision for the future"
II was thinking" said Mrs. Dirk,
shat perhaps Cousin Mortimer Ions
dale would contribute little something
to his support, as we are equally re-
lated"
"Youmay be very sure he will not"
said Mrs. Lonsdale, with emphasis.
Every well,' said Mrs. Dirk calmly.
"Re shall never want while I can help
him"
The very next week, however, Mr..
Darrow was found dead in his arm
chair. And by will he had left every
thing he possessed to his grand-niece,
Mary Dirk .-.-.-
II wish you joy of Carragee Farm 7"
chuckled Mrs. Lonsdale. "Of course
you'll have to pay taxes on it, so it will
absolutely be money out of pocket"
1t was all he had to give" said Mrs.
Dirk. -a-
Meanwhile the family was prospecting.
Sarah was engaged to marry thrifty
young farmer of the neighborhood.
Helen was earning good living.
Lizzie was contemplating the setting
up OF a small milliner's shop on her own
account-ano Rosie was in high favor
at Nottingham place.
Even Mrs. Lonsdale admitted that
her grave French cook could not excel
the syllabus, creams. delicate cakes and
delicious buildings which these young
damsels compounded, with the help of
new laid eggs and country cream.
I'm almost sorry our rooms are en-
gagged at Saratoga" said the city lady.
Il am getting rather to like Moon
Mountain. And your table is decidedly
good, Mary"
But just as she was packing her big
trunks for the removal to the Mecca of
modern fashions, Mr.. Lonsdale himself
came down.
"Well?" said the lady airily, ''what is
the news, Mortimer!"
''Bad news" said Mortimer, in
hoarse accent. eve are ruinedl The
business has gone to wreck-the cash
Ter has fed to Belgium and we haven't
cent to call our own
Whereupon, naturally enough, Mrs.
Lonsdale went into Mysteries.
When Mrs. Dirk came in, Naomi was
wildly loading her husband with re-
proaches. Mortimer Lonsdale stood
leaning against the mantel, with some
thing o1ittarino in his bond M~e