Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1886-05-06
A BOSTON ROMANCE.
A Curious story That Has Not Yss
Its Sequel

A Curious story That Has Not Yss
Its Sequel
In one Of the daily papers about q
week ago appeared this advertisement;
WANTED--A lady cultured. refined,
and educated, and of genial DISPOSE.
ton. Such person will find good
wages and pleasant home. Address
-, fremont street, 3 o'clock Satur.
day P. M.
This was, no doubt, read by a large
number of ladies who were looking for
somh occupation, and Traveller re-
porter happened to meet with one Of
these who answered the advertisement
in person. Calling at the time appoint
cd the door was opened by a gray-haired
person, who asked at once: "You
want to sec the ministerP' "Well,
replied the lady, 81 don't know any
thing about the minister, but came in
answer to the notice in the paper"
"All right" was the answer given in
demurc, sanctiiied tone of voice. I'm
not the man; I'm doorkeeper in the
house of our Lord. Walk in" what
have l got into nowP" was the inward
thought, as the lady entered, but as the
door was opened into parlor and dis.
closed large number of others on the
same errand she gained courage and
took her seat at the end of the line, in
terested to see the affair out.
There were old, gray-haired, and
young ladies, teachers, nurse girls and
chambermaids, all in the uncertainty of
what was required of the unknown who
might be refined and educated. Final
ly, seeing an empty chair beside good,
MISUNDERSTANDING woman, the lady went
up to her and asked: 'Do you know
what this is?'' "Well, no, don't I've
no idea, and presume it's nothing ]
want. but I thought they might be look
ing for a nurse in family, or perhaps
someone to travel with an invalid. Now,
I've travelled everywhere with different
people, and so thought I'd come over"
All around was dead silence, save for
the repeated answer in the hall which
could be heard to every newcomer,
I'm not the man; I'm doorkeeper in
the house of our Lord. Walk in" At
last, as the clock in the room struck the
hour, the door opened and in walked a
tall, elderly gentleman dressed in black
and with a couple of books under his
arm. Walking to atable he seated him.
self, coughed, cleared his throat, and
gave out hymn to be sung, then quiet
ly placed his spectacles on the top of
his forehead and looked the ladies over,
first one then the other, while they did
their best to keep sober enough to sing,
according to the programme. After
this passage in the bible was read and
the minister arose and offered prayer,
seemingly addressed to the ladies pres
ent. And now the business of the af-
ternoon was to commence. The minis
ter again arose and all was attention.
He stated that he was a defendant from
a Quaker parentage, and the letters
which he would read to them about him
self would show that he was man
kind, sympathetic, and good-hearted;
that he gave large sums of money to
the poor, and possessed large library,
and, having farm in the south, want
ed to take back with him wife, and he
had taken this way to assemble all these
beautiful ladies together, and he was
glad so many had replied. He would
now dismiss them after they had sung
another of Moody's tunes, but he wish.
ed everyone who was not already mar
ried to remain and he would tell them
more about himself the others could
pass out. This ended the first chapter
of the romance, and, keeping to the
facts of the case, the story will have to
| go unfinished however much we would
desire to know the final end, for the
young lady who gave the information
to the reporter made the mistake of not
remaining to the after meeting. -Bos-
ton Traveller.