Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1886-05-12

| looked up ana down the street anX-
iously.
Mr.. Sanderson followed her.
''Oh, we've n last hoper he said,
with a sudden inspiration. eve can
ring up the janitor."
He pulled the janitors bell vigor-
ously.
What delightful idea!' cried
Jessie; and Mr.. Sanderson looked
fully rewarded.
The janitor was good five minutes
in getting to the door.
He grinned slightly as he opened it,
appearing 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.. Sander
son, 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 the room.
"Whop" said Ollie.
"Mr. Sanderson-the gentleman on
the second floor said Jessie, emphat-
ically. ''It is his sister who lives
with him; and he is quite pleasant.
"Jessie 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, see it in your
eye-you did, you dreadful girl''
Il didn't" said Jessie, laughing;
''but it's quite probable that l shall
yetr'
The Harrisons grew reconciled to
their flat as time went on.
Mr.. Harrison grew accustomed to the
door, and Mrs. Harrison was no longer
disturbed by her occasional encounters
with the families upstairs, and Ollie
was speedily reassured as to Charley
MatsOn by that young gentleman s
faithful appearance five times week,
via the horse cars.
1t was some three weeks after this
removal that Mrs. Harrison's cook, fol-
lowing a faithful custom of cooks, sud-
denly deserted her.
Ollie was on a two days's visit to
friends just out of town. Mrs. Harri-
son was not as well rs usual, and the
household burden fell on Jessie
That young lady was capable of car
rying it.
She was rather pleased with the nov
city of having everything in her own
hands, for she would not allow her
mother to assist her in the remotest de-
gree.
She made out bill of fare for the
day, and her mother having smilingly
approved it, started out to market i'm
mediately.
On her return, she put on her Oldest
dress and took down the cook book.
Lobster salad was the programme for
lunch, and lobster salad of exception
al merits was presently produced.
1t was rather annoying, to be sure,
stopping every two or three minutes to
answer the dumb-water bell and call
"All rightr down to 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 eatables before her and won
dering whether to have peaches for
lunch and grapes and pears for dinner,
or grapes and pears for lunch and
peaches for dinner, when the dumb
waiter bell jingled again. She opened
the door impatiently and looked down.
A red faced man stood below, staring
up with some aggressiveness.
Throw down the key of your cellar.
and I'll put your wood in," he said not
too gently.
"WoodP" Jessie repeated with a
frown for his gruffness. II don't want
any wood"