St. Paul daily globe., 1888-07-29

VernSement yesterday, perhaps you may De
induced to think kindly of me. Neither am
Irich, though in moderate circumstances: 1
should be glad to hear from you cand1dly.
Yours, CHARLES T. EDWARDS.
SHE MAKES A REPLY.
The immaturity of thirty years did
not prove Objectionable to Eastern
Girl The general get-up of her reply
is feeble imitation of the maundering
penmanship and original diction of
planchette gone mad. Here it is:
New Yk June 20 1ss Dear Sir rec yours
tervieu with you if you will call on me at my
home will be please yours respectfully.
E A KEENE w street.
P s allwais in after 8 Nj, New York city.
eastern Grip lives in an imposing
modern fiat building, and one could al
most throw stone to the Metropolitan
opera house from her apartments. The
handsome outer hall doors of the build
ing were locked, but the name of the
writer of the letter justquOted was on a
bit of paper pasted over one of the
speaking tubes that projected in a row
from the wall of the vestibule. The
shrill noise of the pipe when the re-
porter blew in it soon brought attention
from one of the upper flats and muff1ed
"Who's there?"
"a gentleman to see Mrs. Keene."
A SECOND EDITION OF ''sHE."
Then polt on the door clicked and
the investigator walked up stairs until
at one of the landings bony, hard
faced woman, with glittering black
eyes, who looked like She after being
incinerated, asked if ne wished to see
Mrs. Keene and would he walk right in
and Mrs. Keene, would see him soon.
The little parlor of the suite was
tastefully furnished and an upright
piano in the corner was one of its at
fractions. Several paintings on the
walls and some light curtains looked
porter concluded, could not be back
number.
A PRETTY APPARITION.
Presently she came in, dressed in a
blue flannel sailor costume, trimmed
with narrow bits of white, and carrying
in one hand wide-brimmed hat, all
angles, peaks and circles.
1.-the and agile as tiger cat was Mrs.
Keene-breeZy, voice little loud, but
not unmusical. JUST trif1e above
medium height, in pair of cunning,
Frenchy shoes, and neither fat nor lean,
blonde nor brunette, but rather warm
brown between the two. Her big, bold,
dark eyes were decidedly interesting.
The reporter bowed low.
"And this is -?" the lady said.
''Mr. Edwards"
'Oh, to be sure; glad to know you,
Mr.. Edwards. You come to see me
about my advertisement in the -.
Charming day, isn't it? Have you writ
ten to other advertisers, too? Come
along and see my fiat. think it is
cooler in the dining room. Delightful
rooms, these. A fine place to live. You
would like it, l am sure. Common
boarding houses must be terrible places
for men to live in. You must be about
as old as me, and my head comes just to
your ear; isn't that funny? My adver-
tisement mentions elderly men because
the young ones are full of gush and talk
so much love that they tire one. Your
hair is darker than mine, isn't it? l
like that. It's dreadful living alone.
All, this room is cooler"
And with long drawn out sigh, as if
to show that a goodly supply OF wind had
been held in reserve, the breezy relict
seated herself on SOciaDle near the
window.
SHE MEANT BUSINESS.
At her side sat the reporter wonder
ing how the deuce he was to get out.
The advantages of the fiat had not been
exaggerated, and that the widow meant
business was apparent.
lation be advisable, the young mans
eyes wandered around the room to
which he had been taken.
Silver galore cleaned through the
glass doors of sideboard. A richly
wrought spread covered the table in the
center of the room, and around sew
ing machine in corner clustered an
array of feminine belongings incident
to the making of dress. The floor was
covered with tasteful and probably
expensive carpet, and the furniture was
elegant throughout. 1t was cosey, very
cOSey.
'Do you think you would like it?''
queried the widow, evidently noting the
visitors inventory.
Yes; he liked it.
POPPING THE QUESTION.
"And do you think you could like
me?" the dame purred, engagingly.
.sFm not so horrid now, am /? nor ex-
home, too, and all of it paid for. But l
have no money; and the man of this
house, if l find one, must pay me s25 a
week to keep things running. I've had
several applicants, but you suit me bet
ter than any of them, really. But 1
MY 1ys' last daA0 husband sB T was sn0 a SOsai sea-
captain. He's dead. poor man; and.
really. can't feel very bad, for he swore
terribly. and beat me every time he got
drunk. You might come and board here
a week, till we get better acquainted,
any way-for the twenty-five, you know.
My colored woman is a good cook. If
you are out late nights, or go on little
in yyhi In oil
right with me, you know-only l won't
stand any abuse. Mind that, sir! De-
lightful weather, isn't it? What do you
think of my new dress over there? See
my parrot; isn't he darling?"
HE RAN FOR IT.
just how the young man got out of
that house without pleding his troth he
does not know, but is under the impress
sion that he ran for it when the widow
was in another room.
Few ladies who advertise for hus-
bands, !, 9s smb9arrass &C.. one with refine;
efe egtSFs sdee4sss
are equally deceptive in the personal
advertisements of these relicts and
maidens.
DOOR BUT RESPECTABLE YOUNG
L widow, % would appreciate a gentle
man friend who would assist her financially;
triaers not noticed. ALICE.
The dear creaturel
But she writes a fair hand and spells
correctly. This is her first letter to the
mythical Mr.. Edwards:
June 20, 188S-Dear Sir: your letter just
received in answer to above / am young
widow % and would like gentleman friend
to assist me please call and see me any even-
ing this week Resp Mrs. II. Halstead 236
West - st city Ring Leo bell and ask for
me.