Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1886-01-28


Rhoades And now, if you'll excuse
me, ! will see about luncheon.
And, with digniiied bow, tho little
lady left them in state of astonish-
mcnt. that she should dare to intimate
to them her best paying boarders,
that they were in the wrong.
When they met at the luncheon
table, Mrs. Nanderslice was made
fully aware of their indignation by
their monosyllabc answers to herself,
and their entire silence to Mrs.
Rhoades.
81 wonder if have unintentionally
offended your ladies, Mrs. Wander
sice?" Mrs. Rhoadcs asked, as they
were leaving the table together.
ooh. NOT Mrs. Vanderslice answer
ed. "They had some slight misunder-
standing among themselves.
That's it, is itP' pleasantly an
swered the widow, and then the ladies
retired for their customary maps.
In about five minutes Mrs. Wander
slice, answering n knock on her door,
opened it, to find Mrs. Rhoades, pale
and agitated.
"You must excuse my intrusion,
Mrs. Vanderslice, said the widow,
| quietly, but l have just made very
unpleasant discovery, and decided it
was better to let you know at once.
! When | went down to luncheon / care
lessly left check for $3.50 on my
table, and am most sorry to have to
say that on my return it was gone"
Mrs. Nanderslice looked as though
about to faint ut this second piece of
information, but q shrill cry, ringing
through the house, served rs restor-
ative.
That was from Miss Sharplv's
room!' she exclaimed, and with flying
feet both hurried down to the end of
the hall.
Kneeling before the open fireplace
in her room was Miss Sharply; beside
her lay her devoted pet.
'What is the matter, Miss Sharplyp"
Mrs. Vandersice asked.
"Oh," sobbed Miss Sharply, as she
tried to fan some life into Polly with
the bellows, when [ came up stairs l
heard a moaning, and as it seemed to
come from the fireplace, l went over
and looked up and and-Oh, there
was Polly caught in the flue, and she
was fastened SO tightly that l nearly
nearly killed her"
"What under the heavens was she
doing up the chimney?" Mrs Timpson
questioned
Miss Sharply's answer was lost in a
! scream from Mrs. Vanderslice, who
had poked her hand up the tlue and
caused the tumble of . small variety
shop on the CRATE.
There's the guard that my dear
husbands Uncle Jacob, the well
known"
And my broochP" screamed Mrs.
Timpson. "And there's your lace,
Mrs. CookW she continued
what-what is thls?" rs she picked up
piece of paper.
THAT is the check belonging to Mrs.
Rhoades," Mrs. Vanderslice said. look
ing ut it and giving it to her friend.
"She," rebukingly, "adopted differ
ent course from you, ladies, and quiet
ly informed me of her loss this after
noon. hope yon will not be SD hasty
again I'm your Judgments, and turn
ing to Miss Sharply, This is the first
season VOW have brought that bird,
and | think it will be the best fog it to
be the last"
lit will be the last, anyhow"
cried Miss Sharply, bending over the
\ parrot.
"Get out, you foOl!' suddenly ex-
[ claimed Polly, getting up and walking
| cut of the room.
"Well, lnover experienced such
| day of confusion," Mrs. VanderslIcc
said to Mrs Rhoades. rs they left the
| slightly discounted owner of Polly
alone.
| Eyes; but still IT seems to have rem
/ eded the misundersia anding among the