St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-10-16

neighROrhoods where he didn't want to
live. There were six places out of the
list which he thought filled the BILL 5
Into Bunsby's mental vision as me
read came a sort of map. He reviewed
it once with his eyes shut, and got
down at Thirty third street. There
was house to let in Thirty-fifth. 1t
wasn't big, the advertisement SAID.
but Bunsby knew it would be big
The agent had an office on Sixth ave-
me. He was all smiles. "Ah, Mr..
Bunsby." He had heard of Bunsby
through friend. So they wentup and
looked over the house.
Il could have let this place dozen
times during the past week. only every
body nowadays is bothered with chill
dren, and the man who OWNS the prop
erto won't have them here" Bunsby
was outraged. "Well. have children.
sir,' he SAID. His voice was pitched
high.
SOP Ny dear man, l am extremely
sorry. but ! am afraid there is no use OF
our trying to make bargain" Bunsby
worshiped his children. He resented
the idea that common real estate
agent should assume to pass Judgment
on the house of BunSby and Its multi
plicative tendency.
Entirely immaterial. sir. Phi look
somewhere else" he said. The agent
smiled and said "Yes?" with an upward
infection So BunSDy went through
the list of his marked advertisements.
Everywhere, despite the fact that 1t was
rainy weather, the sun Shone until lie
owned up to the babies. Then "chaoS
was come again" The darl!ngS who
toddled to kiss him night after night,
and whose fresh voices he could hear III
the quiet of the bedroom after supper
praying Gods best blessing upon papa
they were not wanted. There was no
embargo on pug dogs ;but Bunsby had no
pug dogs. The ram kept falling miser-
ably. by Jove, might as we'll have
stuck to the old game" said Bunsby. It
was lunch hour. His feet were Wet. He
went to the nearest cafe. 1t hadn't
changed much. Thomas, at the corner
table. was precisely the Thomas of yore.
MIR. Bunsby, sir! Nashty day out. sir.
Don't see you often now. Sir" IL
seemed good to have fresh cloths laid
in Thomas old deft way, with the clean,
clinking silver.
Cock tail as usual, sir?"
= Bunsby looked out of the window and
made hopeless mental enumeration of
those real estate agents, and then, as If
waking. said hastily: Yes, Thomas,
yes"
"Chef's little slow, sir, today" said
Thomas. when BunSby asked after his
order. Shall bring you-ah-ah-
any"
Yes, yes. another cocktail" Some
how Thomas always did know Bunsby's
tastes. The cocktail was just saying
farewell, fond world, as men who drown
themselves do, when a jolly face showed
through the doorway. Nv ell, upon my
soul. Bunsby! You don't mean to tell
me you're revisiting the glimpseS of the
moon. | thought you were confirmed.
Where've you been keeping yurself? !
swear, you're a sight for sore eyes"
1t was Bia sted. In all the cold and
wet BunsDy admitted to himself he was
glad to see BREASTED. Have fresh
cocktail along with mine. | see your
glass there" Bunsby didn't mind. 1t
was so hastily wet, and the only way to
keep the cold out was to get something
else in:
And they lunehed-iunched we'll.
Bunsby explained the house-hunting
and the trouble about the children.
BREASTED looked out of the window and
that before. SO they sat and talked.
When they went out Bunsby was wink
ing the other eye. BREASTED had
joined the house hunting expedi-
ton. There were no more lads"
in Bunsby's newspaper, so he
threw it away. They walked through
many streets. Braisted smiled, and
kept saying things about how wet it
was, and they stopped now and then to
replenish their caloric. ito expel the
winters flaw" Every fiat agent held
the same tenets about children. Finally,
in Ninety-second street. they found a
bargain. Bunsby was very easy IN the
matter of price by that time. In fact,
Bunsby was very easy, anyway. So
was Braisted. Bring leash to my Office
"All right said the landlord. II was
afraid wouldn't get tenant for that
house. At least, all the applicants had
children" ,.f,- -
.Lord!n said Bunsby. He leaned up
against BREASTED. you don't objecsh
children. do you?"
"Oh, the owners wouldn't have them
on the premises"
Bunsby looked thoughtfully out
through the rain. "Sav, you dom OBJ
jecs' one child. do you?'
Couldn't have it anyway at all.
Wouldn't have any peace in the build
ing.;' ss
Say, got some chil'ren. but Pm
goin' out Shersey way t'night, am
chok'em. jes -strang'm. Dom say a
word about't, or It'll get N the papers"
That night going out Oh the train
Bunsby played very wretched hand of
whist. His big boy Bot was waiting at
the station with the pony and buck
board and told him that the gray hen
had chickens.
Then she can't find house." NUT
tered Bunsby.
What did you say, papa?"
Nothing. Drive on, my son.
why. papa, l think you said some
thing. But if you say you didn't, why.
of course. you didn't"
Bunsby shut the library door when
he got home and drew his wife up close
to him and pressed her head down on
his broad shoulder and felt guilty.
'Eunice, dear," he said, Il guess we'll
stay in Jersey. We can have a gov
erness for the children"