The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-08-27

A0eSh-ACy WAu me- outu AAI. O0llucI-
son. apologetically. "It is most un-
fortunate. I usually carry it."
81 can't imagine what is the mat
ter with Nora!' said Jessie, indig-
nantly. "She must have heard the
bell" She gave o third emphatic
jerk to the handle.
IF could attract my sisters atten-
ton" said the young man. stepping
out and looking up at the second-story
window. His sister! Jessie's eyes
opened wide. The idea gave 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's attention rather than his sisters s?
Two pennies and lead pencil thrown
against the window brought no re-
spOnse, however. Mr.. Sanderson came
back into the vestibulc. hopclcssly.
Its rather peculiar situation." he
said. "Wc'rc aliens and Outcasts at
our own door,"
Jessie laughed. 81 suppose we shall
have to wait till somebody comes in
with key" she said. "How dread
fulr'
She went out to the top step. and
looked up and down the street anxious
ly. MIR. Sandcrson followed her.
"Oh. we've last hope!' he said,
with sudden inspiration. eve can
ring up the janitor." He pulled the
janitor's bell vigorously.
'"What delightful idear' cried Jcs-
sic; and Mr.. Sandcrson looked fully
rewarded. The janitor was good five
minutes in getting to the door. He
grinned slightly as he opened it. APP
pearing to take in the situation.
That bell wires broke" he OBJ
served. indicating the row of handles.
"How long you been ringing at emp"
''Oh, not long" said Mr.. Sanderson,
evasivcly. and joined in Jessic'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. SandersOn-the gentleman on
the second floor" said Jessie, emphat-
ically. ut is his sister who lives with
him; and he is quite pleasant"
"Jessic HARRISON said her sister,
sternly. "what have you been doingP"
She was not entirely satisfied when
Jessie had explained.
did you ask him to call?" she said,
suspiciously. "Yes. l see it in your
eye-you did. you dreadful girl!'
Il didn't" said Jessie, laughing; "but
it's quite probable that shall YETI
The Harrisons grew reconcilcd to
their flat rs time went on. Mr.. Harri-
son grew accustomed to the door. and
Mrs. Harrison was no longer disturbed
by her occasional encounters with the
families upstairs. and Ollie was speed
lily treasured as to Charley MatsOn by
the young gcntleman's faithful appear
ancc five times week, via the horse
cars. 1t was some three weeks after
this removal that Mrs. Harrison's cook,
following favOritc custom of cooks,
suddenly deserted her. Ollie was on
two days visit to friends just out of
town. Mrs. Harrison was not as well
as usual. and the household burden fell
on Jessie. That young lady was capa-
bic of carrying it. She was rather
pleased with the novelty of having
every thing in her own hands. for she
would not allow her mother to assist
her in the remotest degree. She made
out bill of fare for the day, and her
mother having smilingly approved it,
started out to market Immediately. On
her return, she put on her oldest dress
and took down the cook book. Lob
ster salad was the programme for
lunch, and lobster salad of excep-
tional merits was presently produced.
1t was rather annoying, to be sure.
stopping every two or three minutes to
answer the dumb-waitcr bell and call
"All rightH' down to the grocery,
meat market, fish store and bakery
boys, but that was necessary result |
OF her rather extensive marketing. She |
was looking over the plentiful supply |
Of eatablcs before her and wondering
to have peaches for lunch and
grapes and pears for dinner, or grapes
and pears for lunch and peaches
for dinner, when the dumb-waitcr bell
ingled again. She opened the door
mpatiently and looked down.
A rcd-faced man stood below, star
NC up with some aggrcssivencss.
Throw down the key of your cellar,
mi I'll put your wood in," he said,
lot too gently.
'.WoOd?" Jessie repeated. with a
rown for his gruffness. Il don't want
my wood"
"A lady ordered it on the street
ust nOw," said the man, raising his
'Oice. Zone barrel of kind1ing wood,
or twenty-five cents, and cheap, too.