The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-02-27

Gus couple on the second floor. She
had, in fact, represented Mr.. Sander
son-Sanderson was the name in the
slit over the letter box-as being in the
habit OF shouting "Bye-bye, Tootsey
"ootsey," up the stairs as he departed,
and receiving the mystic response of
"Nicy picey-oozy booty goozy." But
the statement had not been fully cred
tied.
She was smiling over the recollection
of her afternoons jollity as she stood in
the vestibule waiting the response to
her ring. Whether the gentleman or
the second floor, who assembled the
steps at the moment. regarded her
musing half smile was intended in
some degree for himself. or whether he
was charmed out of all self-rcstraintby
Jessie's fresh, young face and her pref
ty, fall costume, was not clear; but he
lifted his hat hesitatingly. The motion
was very slight and most respectful,
but Jessie raised her chin and regarded
the young mar with chilling haughti-
ness. What business had he to bow to
her? He was extremely presumptuous;
he was impertinent. If that was the
habit of people in flats nothing could
be ''horrider." Had she not been de-
~terminedly regarding one tan-colored
kid hand, where it rested on the door
knob, she would have seen that Mr..
Sanderson's frank face had shown a
quick distress and confusion, as he
noted the effect of his impulsive act;
but she did not look up. Some three
minutes had passed by this time since
she had pulled the bell and she jcrked
it again, impatiently. A silence Of
three minutes more, during which Jes-
sizes frown d%ecpened.
Then Mr.. Sanderson, with rather a
timil Il beg your pardon!' reached
across her to his own bell and pulled
it. Another pause. The door did not
open; there was not even a demand
through the speaking tube of "Who
is it:?' There was profound
silence. The situation was somewhat
embarrassing. Jessie bit her lip, aud
looked down at the tip of her shoe.
Then She raised her eyes to find Mr..
Sanderson's fixed upon her. There
was no help for it; they smiled, and
rather broadly. Il have not my
latch-kcy with me-" said Mr.. Sander
son, alphabetically. at is most un-
fortunate, usually carry it."
Il cant imagine what is the mat
ter with Nora"' said Jessie, ndig-
nantly. "She must have heard the
bell!' She gave a third emphatic
jerk to the handle.
If l could attract my sisters attcn-
ton said the young man, stepping
out and looking up at the Sccond-story
window. His sister! Jessie's eyes
opened wide. The idea gave a new
and not unpleasant aspect to the case.
Perhaps, though, his sister was living
with them. But, no; in that case,
would he not have wished to attract his
wife attention rather than his sisters?
Two pennies and a lead pencil thrown
against the window brought no re-
spOnsp. however. Mr.. Sandrrs0n came
back into tie vcstihulc. hopelesSly.
1t rather a peculiar situation," he
said. "Wc're aliens and outcasts at
our Own door"
Jessie laughed. q suppose weshall
have to wait till somebody comes in
with a key she said. How dread
full
She went out to the top step, and
looked up and down the street anxious
y. Mr.. SHlderson followed her.
"Oh, we've a last hope!' he said,
with a sudden inspiration. we can
ring up the janitor.' He pulled the
JdHIt'i ; btil ~lSOIcNSIN.
What a delightful idea,' cried Jes-
sic; and Mr.. Sanderson looked fully
rewarded. The "janitor was a good five
minutes in getting to the door. He.
grinncd slightly as he opened it, ap-
pearing to take in the situation.
That bell wires broke" he OBJ
served, indicating the row of handles.
How long you been ringing at 'em?"
''Oh, not long said Mr.. Sanderson,
evasively, and joined in Jessie's laugh.
He raised his hat again as he left her
at the door, and ran on upstairs; but
she did not appear to resent it-she
even smiled in return.
''He is not married, after ALL" she
said to her sister, as she took off her
"things' in their room.
''Who?" said Ollie.
"Mr. Sandcrson-the gentleman on
the second %ileor,' said Jessie, emphat-
ically. at is his sister who lives with
him; and he is quite pleasant"
Jessie HARRISON" said her sister,
sternly, "what have you been doing9"
She was not entirely satisfied when
Jessie had explained.
odd you ask him to call?' she said,
suspiciously. Eyes, I see it in your
eye-you did, you dreadful girl"
81 didn't said Jessie, laughing;"bu
it's quite probable that I shall YETI
The Harrisons grew rcconciled to
their fiat as time went on. Mr.. Harri-
son grew accustomed to the door, and
Mrs. Harrison was no longer disturbed
by her occasional encounters with thr