Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1888-09-06

snort ALLOWANCES, ChuLiOuSiy Opcuou
one eye trifle. and without changing
HIS intricate position in tilted chair.
remarked:
III believe so.
Gould see him, do you thinkr
The oval occupant of the inclined
furniture alternated the demeanor OF
his eyelids, rid mself of several liters
of saliva and then leisurely replied.
IL believe SO.
lis he about at present."
'Just about"
would you mind calling him.
pleaseP"
II believe l am the landlord"
"Oh. excuse me. What is your name,
pleaseP"
Wilson. believe"
''Ah! Glad to meet YOU. Mr.. Wilson.
Have you room for summer boar
derp"
Il believe so.
Il am looking for such accom-.
mediation. What are your rates per
weekP"
-Four dollars. 1 believe"
"That includes board and room.
does it notP'
Il DelleVe so.
Eventually prevailed on Mr.. VIII.
son to rise and show me the prem ses.
and thereupon l signed with him for
the season.
In the course of time mine host and
I CHANGED to occupy opposite positions
at the old yellow bar in the rear of
the office.
Let me have a cocktail, please,
Mr.. Wilson"
Cocktail nothingr' exclaimed that
circular gentleman of leisure. thus
positively asserting himself for about
the only time during our acquaint-
ance. Whatll you have, gin or whis-
ky"
So at the very outset was appraised
of the ingenious simplicity of rural
"What time do you have dinnerP" 1
"At twelve. / believe" hesitated
Mr.. Wilson.
1t was apparent that the landlord
was not given to rash utterances.
Either a natural timidity or a gradual
real cation of life s uncertainties led
him to invest all his remarks with
qualifying clause.
''You have some lofty mountains
about here" l presumed to say, as
we sat in the porch. after dinner.
Il believe So" was Mr.. Wilson's
only token of assent
MY landlords aversion to positive
ness of statement began TO influence
me while / ed at tho odd Bour-
bon holstery. found myself becom-
ing 10th 10 use indicative forms of
assertion.
One afternoon 1 found in the grave.
yard marble slab marked "Wllson. "
Some relative of yoursP" 1 asked
the landlord.
Il believe so" was his answer, after
a moments thought.
'Was it your soD?" | continued,
striving to susta n the conversation.
Il believe So" said Mr.. w lson
again. a shade of sadness falling on
his brow.
This monotonous rejoinder of his
weared me in time. Nay more. it
haunted me. My mind refused to
dwell long on any other topic. In nv
dreams | encountered Mr. Wilson and
his characteristic expression. NY
health declined under this strain upon
my system.
On Sunday l went to the crossroads
meeting house. The preacher grew
eloquent over his text of Faith"
"Above all " he exclaimed, "hnd mo
one in this community whose only cry
is Il believe and"
Landlord Wilson is the man you
WANT Iyelled. forgetfu Of the time
and place in my excitement.
But | got even with the landlord for
all the disorder ho had wrought in my
intellect. AS the coach started on its
way one morning l leaped to n seat be-
side the driver. with my satchel in
hand.
''Hold on!' called Mr.. Wilson. Are
you going without settling your bll?"
Il believe so, shouted back with
demoniac JOY, as the carriage whirled
around the corner. Frederic T0Wn-
send. IN Teas Sifting'.