The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-04-06

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precise, and-ob, 30 proper! Why
bless you. he wouldn't have taken Mrs
Jones room at all If she had beer
| youngish and the least good-looking
The first thing he asked her was if sh,
took in ladies' He couldn't dream o
taking lodgingsthere if
| ''Ohi dear no, SIR" he was promptly
assure d, with q twinkle of fun in Mrs
Jones optical organ. II never take NJ
ladies': they're too troublesome. Min.
is only for gentlemen"
| On which Mr.. Barnet permitted him
! self to be shown the front parlor anC
! the frst-foor back room, let with i
for a bedroom. Mrs. Jones marched
in, throwing back the coverlet to show
that the bedding was spotlessly clean
but her invitation to ''Step in, sir, and
see for yourself" had the reverse
effect, for the old gentleman, who hac
Peeped timidly in, backed out blushipp
and staumering: Thank you, ma'aru
-er-yes, yes I see, thank you; its
Quitenice.''
That trying ordeal got through, he
faced round OF two doors clearly be-
longing to two front rooms and in.
quired what they were and who
lodged there Mrs. Jones answered:
This door, sir, next here, is sit
ting-room, and that Is the slip-room "a
bedroom). A young man has them
two rooms-a most quiet-be'aved re-
spectacle young man be is. SIR
"Ah-h'm. hope SO. ma'arn. I hope
SO. / could not remain where nv very
next neighbor was irregularly conduct
ed, you know"
''Oh, no, sir; butrthat amt Mr. We'll
by. He don't interfere with nobody"
The old bachelor took the apart
ments- Before long, being of course
ten times more curious than any wom-
an, he soon manageable encounter his
next-room neighbor in the passage.
he was distinguishing young fell
low, who stood aside for the old gen.
tleman with a polite Good morning."
and then ran lightly upstairs.
by Jove! what queer old party it
is, Mrs Jones'" said he that evening.
Looks to 7 tho awful piece of pro-
priety You said. Ha! ha.-yeu didn't
tell him what l amp
Law, sir-no: He'd fly out of his
skin, let alone the house. How are Sou
getting on, STRIP asked the landlady.
"Oh, frst-rate, Mrs. Jones l shall
soon have all perfected and l think the
entertainment will be success"
Mr. Barnet was appallingly regular
in all he did: the routine of one day
was, with the rarest variation, the
routine of every day. He was the most
to-be- pitied creature-a bachelor Of
moderate means and no occupation.
For a whole fortnight Mr. Barnet
busted himself trying to find what that
tenant did for his living.
By dint of a score of devices known to
the curious, he discovered that young
Welby came in and out at all hours.
As all was comparatively quiet in the
front room in the evening he fondly
took it that the tenant thereof not only
came home to tea" but stayed at home
studying till an early bedtime.
Really, a most properiy-conducted
young man." said Mr.. Barnet to him
self one evening at about the end of
fortnight.
Alas for his premature APPROVAL
only two evenings later it was some
what disturbed. He heard young
Welby come in alone; but instead of
there being only slight movements
overhead there was something of
commotion. The table. and chairs
were moved about Then the ledger
himself walked about noisily and the
deep mutterings OF his voice penetrated
to the puzzled listener below. Good
gracious! was he talking to himself.
to Mrs Jones or TO whom? Was it
possible that any other than Mrs. 10
No, no; the thought was too awful. It
quite took Mr.. Barnet's breath. Be-
sides, he would have heard the most
fairy-like footstep or rustic of feminine
garments, as his door was ajar. 1t al
ways was, by the by. Why, there was
young Welby going out. Yes. the door
shut; and what was more, it hadn't
opened again to that young man at ten
o'clock
This was really looking serious, and
~" 1'hh ASS pNAA SOU LIN k)SCSSp AS lips
Is he slowly retired to his dormitory-
Iulte q quarter OF an hour late.
Il shall just lie awake and watch"
nuttered the old gentleman as he got
nto bed, which was next the thin
wall IF that young scamp
5 going to-ahem-kecp all sorts of
hours-really, anything might
Happen next, and my character be COM
Promised"
But Morpheus was not to be so easily
luded, and Mr.. Barnet dozed for a
Old half hour. He was awakened by |
burst Of laughter from the sitting
Dom next his apartment Mr.. Barnet /
at up, rubbing his eyes. utterly indig- |
ant at such nocturnal orgies He had /
indeed actually raised his hand to give |
n angry knock at the wall, when a |
ound broke on his ear which made the /
emaining hairs on his respectable old 4
cad stand on end with horror
silvery feminine laugh and voice /
rom that next room.
There was no mistake about il: no |
isordered nightmare or half-vaking
ancy il the matter. A giddy laugh /
nd pretty voice, that said saucily
nd very distinctly:
My dear fellow. of course I know
GU are dead gone on nv little self. but