San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-09
HOUSE TO LET


cases on the pine table in the corner.
I've seen it coming this long time"
said Selma The landlord has been as
good and considerate as possible
"De landlords an old harpy!" said Dor
cas- Landlords allays ISL
mo. he's not" persisted Selma. I'VE
owe him eight months rent already, and
do not know how he is ever to get his
money | would offer him the piano
and the carved rosewood parlor set, if
thought they would possess any value in
his eyes-in part payment | mean"
Dorcas rolled up the coffee colored
whites of her eyes.
Dat piano as was Miss Adelaide's
when frs she come from Baltimo board
ing SCHOOL," said she. Dat Iubly fun
chure as was made to order in Annap'lisI
No, Miss Lina-not wiz dis chile's con-
sentr'
And she rolled a thin old damask ia
BILE cloth very tight and packed it into
the basket with emphasis.
Mamma must know nothing of this
Dorcas," said Selma sadly.
uON OOu W hScp 1t
from her, Miss Lima"
1T can be done, Dorcas I've thought
it all out" said the girl. ''She must be
made to suppose that she's going to spend
a few days with my employers at New
port
Has dey done asked her, Miss Lina?'
mo, you goose! | don't suppose that
they even know that I've got mother
am only typewriter and stenographer
in their eyes. and render my services at
so much a day. Mrs. Plinlimmon is
known all through New York as fe-
male philanthropist, but while she's
helping poor immigrants out of the
slums and rectifying the slopshop cues
ton, she don't appreciate that a well
dressed southern lady may be in sore
straits. But she'll make as good a fig
urehead as any other"
Miss Lima" said Dorcas. after brief
silence, during which she rolled and
sprinkled, patted and folded with I'M
ceasing vigilance.
"Well?"
II knows whar could git four dol
lars week for laundreSs, or five for
cook. T'ink O dat, Miss Lima"
DO you want to leave US, Dorcas?"
The old woman uttered a subdued
groan. Lord knows it amt dat, Miss
Lima! Lord knows it's honor enough to
work for de ole Spencers! But it's |
money we uns wants-an cherry cent O
de ole wOman's wages, deyll come back |
to ole missus and Miss Lima"
The long lashes dropped over Selma |
Spencers lovely hazel eyes. Its of no
use. Dorcas," said she We've got to |
bend before the storm. Hushl Do you
hear that tapping"
Somebody knocking at de dor cried |
Dorcas why on arr don't dey ring de
belI?"
No" Selma, OBTAINING her as she
was about to answer the supposed sum
mons. ITS the agent putting up the
To Let But whatever happens, Dor
cas-, don't let mamma known
She rose, and getting up her hat and
gloves, went up the wide, gloomy old
staircase. Dorcas looked after her and
shook her turbaned head.
"lIeks b'lieve she's pow'ful braver
muttered she. thinks ole Dorcas dunno
she's cryin dis berry minute! Why didn't
she marry Mars George Berkeley when
he axed her an sabe herself all this trou-
ble?"
Up in the dimly lighted sitting room
Mrs. Spencer sat, faded belle of the
olden days. The piano was open. the
window was full Of carefully tended
plants; a pink shaded lamp burned on
the table. and Mrs. Spencer herself was
engaged in crewel work with slow. Ian
guild fingers
You are later than usual tonight, Sc
lima" said she fretfully. Perhaps Your
idea of a dutiful daughter is different
from mine, but think any amount of
Shakespeare and Browning classes
Cughtn't to take so much of your time
away from your mother"
Il stopped to give Dorcas orders in the
kitchen, mamma" Selma cheerfully
answered. But I'm all ready now.
What shall read to you until the tea
comes up?"
"Wen," said the poor lady feebly, I'D
like a few chapters of the Scottish
Chiefs. 1t was the first novel my dear
papa ever allowed me to read-and in
my opinion your 'Cuidas' and 'Braddons'
don't come near it."
And while Selma read out the trials of
Helen Mar and Bruce the brave, she
wondered how on earth she should man.
age about showing the house to the eager
sightseers who would be sure to be at
tracted by the legend ITO Let" on the
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