St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-07-30
HOW SEE WON Finn.


Confusion seize the ale houses. say ]"
roared Squire Clingly, striding up and down
his snug little library like wild animal in
his den. Taxes repairs. insurance. and
to let always hung up on the front door,
l say. Foxwell. ell? What is it? A ten
ant for Rose lodge?"
"A tenant, SQUIRE" responded Mr.. Fox
well, the real estate agent seating himself.
Wishes to take possession tomorrow.
said Mr.. Foxwell. will pay $50 quarterly,
in advance Lease three to five years. Best
of reference. A widow"
Il suppose she must have it." said the
squire. After house has stood empty for
three years l can't afford to stand on trivial
objections. But there is one thing want
understood first-she must not expect me to
call on her."
"All right, SQUIRE" said Nh. Foxwell,
carelessly.
"A red-faced virago of 40, don't doubt"
muttered the squire to himself, who has
nagged one husband into the other world
and is on the lookout for another; I'll give
her wide BERTH"
So Mrs. Apologize arrived with bou-
dolr piano. mimic aviary, poodle,
whole conservatory of plants, and estab-
lished herself in Rose lodge without ever
lord.
The squire had gone out one sultry July
afternoon to see about the cutting down of
some trees on the edge of the swamp when
he heard little feeble cry for help from
the adjoining pasture field.
''Hullov said the squire to himself,
whats up now?"
Scrambling over the wall the squire came
face to face with pretty, pale-cheeked
girl of Is or 10, who was perched halfway
up the stone fence, in mortal terror of
huge and belligerent-looKing bull, who
stood in the middle of the field.
The squire burst out laughing.
You silly child.' said he. Don't you
see that he is tethered to the ground? He
can't get away
She was very pretty, with curly rings
and tendrils of silky hair, complexion of
clear olive, and dusky, gittering eyesI
My DEAR" said he, tits natural enough.
yourself. Tell your mother to take better
care of you. Where do you live?"
AT Rose lodge" she faltered.
II will walk there with you. What did
you come out for-buttercups or butter
ties?' he asked good-humoredly.
81 came out for a little walk" said she
shyly. II don't know who you are"
Il am Mr.. Clingly."
1.-The squirrel"
Eyes; SO they call me. Why, what is
there so strange obout that?" he asked, no
ticing the quick change on her face.
I've heard of the SQUIRE" said the dark
eyed damsel." ''And l somehow formed
the idea that he was cross and elderly. But
YOU" And here she checked herself in
evident confusion.
oil nj Il
laughing, land l can be cross But you
needn't be afraid. my child. shall not be
cross with you. Would you like to cross
the high road through my rose-gardens? 1
assure you they are well worth looking att
''Oh, indeed. l should be quite delighted
said the young lady, her dimpled face light
ing up all of sudden.
"a pretty little creature" said the squire,
when his visitor had gone home with both
hands full OF gorgeous white and crimson
blossoms. II really think l must call upon
the Applegates. l never saw fairer eyes in
my life, and she has voice like a flute.
Yes, Pll CALL I'll certainly call and see if
there's anything more needs doing to make
that rattle. trap of place comfortable"
''Well, SQUIRE" said Mr.. Foxwell, that
afternoon when he came in for his usual
chat, how do you like the widow?"
THE widowl What widow?"
''Mrs. Apologize, to be sure"
81 haven't seen Mrs. Apologize"
''Why, yes you have!"
''I'll thank you not to contradict me-"
the squire said, waxing choleric. II have
not seen Mrs. APPLICABLE"
Man alivew cried out the agent, forget
ting his respect in his eagerness, ''she was
walking with you in the rose garden this
morning."
The squire looked surprised.
''Mrs. Apologize. Was that pretty child
Mrs. Applegate"
Herself, and none other"
''Why,, she isn't 49,
II beg your pardon, IS years and 6
months. She told me so herself''
The deuce" said the squire. ssWhy
what business has widow to be so young
and pretty! Well, anyhow. I'm going over
to the lodge this afternoon"
He was as good as his word.
Well. any reader of the great book of
human nature can easily guess the rest.
The squire had held himself absolutely
aloof from feminine society so long that the
first relapse into it possessed all the zest
and sparkle that he imagined had departed
with his lost youth. Mrs. Apologize was
pretty, alone and poor. The squire was
rich, not bad looking and able to converse
well. And SO when their engagement
was publicly made known in the autumn
nobody was much surprised.