The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1888-05-09
MR. CYMON'S TENANTS


.Oh. certainly, num- assen,ed the
agent. Mr.. Scruggs, reassuringly. Mr..
Cymon always. makes the necessary re-
pairs"
And 50 Miss Coke and her younger SIS
ter Flora brought their scanty stock
of furniture and took possession at
once.
The house WAS tiny. two-roomed cot
tage on Allegheny avenue.
Its good WAYS from the store, mus
ed Abigail. surveying the premises with
some satisfaction but it looks 50 cosy,
standing back in the yard, with the big
ailanthus tree in front. And when wet
that little heart shaped bed filed with
pinks and mignonette and purple and
gold ransies. and the front Of the house
covered with scarlet runners and morn
ine-elories, it looks as pretty as a pic
turen
Miss Abigail made a very pretty pic
;gre herself with her bronze hair and
sparkling hazel eyes, though she was only
CLERK ia confectionery store, oa sal
airy Of $ week
With this meagre sum she supported
herself and sister, who kept house for the
two.
But il was hard work TO stretch the
little income over the absolute necessa-
sies Of life. even, and after a time Miss
Abigail found herself in arrears for the
ncnt
But am sure can pay il in short
time if he'll only wait" she thought,
hopefully. as she perched n rusty straw
,ai over her bronze tresses and started
home.
@Dh. Abbyw cried Flora, who had
been aiiing for some days and was still
weak and nervous. Mr.. Cymon has
raised the rent s. month. and says he
must have it this week o. he'll turn us
out OF the house
Abby's hazel eyes blazed angrily at this
announcement.
Mr.. Cyinon is no gentleman" she de-
clared, to-"
at was the agent. sobbed Flora. and
he says It's against the rules TO wait a sin
Gle day. aud hereafter we've got TO pay
up at the very minute or leave"
Il shall 20 and see Mr.. Cymon my
self Tomorrow vowed Abigail, COM
pressing her red lips determinedly, and
tell him what think Of him; I'll see
whether can wiring any justice out of
his fliniy heart, the old-old--"
Miser," suggested Flora, pathetically
wiping her eyes, as she finished grinding
the coffee for supper.
Mr. Cymon's Office. miss? Certain
~ Third story, first floor to the right,
miss"
And The polite clerk, who was invoic-
ing goods on the first floor, went to his
work, while Abigail proceed 10 the third
story, her indignation waxing fiercer at
every step.
imperative knock. and, obeying the sum
mons, she stood in the presence of a
rather pompous-looking gentleman, with
gold eyeglasses pinching his nose.
Mr.. Cymon, presume, asserted Miss
Coke, dehantly.
The gentleman bowed.
Take a seat, ma'am ~ he commanded
with a wave of his hand towards chair.
What can we DO for you?'
You can do great deal FOR me, Mr..
Cymon,r began Abigail, broaching her
grievance at once. am one of your
tenants-Miss Coxe-and we. my sister
and /, have been very badly treated by
your agent. sir, He mas raise the rent.
and"
Al. indeed - The sordid landlord
assumed look of hopeless impossibilitg.
4" l'm sorry. but"
And hereof leaks frightfully," inter
rupted Miss Coke and have had to
put in three pancs of glass this winter
that he refused TO attend to, though he
promised TO have the house kept ia re-
pair and we bump our heads every day
because the pantry door is of hinge
and
Her auditor had been iidgeting uneasi-
iy dnring this harangue.
e But. really. madam" he began
. And now he SAYS he'll turn us out II
the rent is not paid this week, and don't
get nv money till the end Of the month.
Its the fins, time we've been behind
hand snt nay sistes WAS sick. and
- But ! assure you, miss, ] have no,
-
And while gas away yesterday the
agent came and nearly terrified her tc
death and now she's at home cry--cry.
ing herself sick again. And ! think
you--you might be more just to youl
tenants"
Here she broke down altogether, and
the bcwiliered old gentleman mad,
haste to exciairl
But | haven't got any tenants
In spite of her grief Abigail started Al
this announcement.
Amt yea Mr.. cymons >" she demand
ca hvs:ericAl.y-
No, Miss Ny names Schuyler
said the old gentleman. meekly, and
Thought you asked for me when Won frs
came in. Mr.. Cymon's Office is jus
across the hall, miss--tirst door to tn,
right"
Abigail spr:ng up, the tears drying OIL
her checks
Please excuse me-" she cried, turninl
20 80. and in her haste to confron tn
real landlord she almost ran in to tn
arms OF tall gentleman, who proved L
be Mr. Cymon himself, and who had beel
asarprised listener to the last part of tn
conversation.
q 80 your sister amt home vet. hey ?
demanded the agent, grufiiy, agai
making his arlearanoe 4, the little 60,
fage.
~N-no. She --she hasn't come" ad
mitted Flora, timidly. But I'm es
secting her soon, though
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