The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-31

HOUSE TO LET.
How Love Conquered Proud
Girls Heart.

leadess poplar trees, the muslin Gu
tains tapped IN the draught Old Do,
cas-, the colored servant, went O
sprinkling the pillow cases on the Din
table in the corner.
I've seen it coming this long time,
said Selma 1.-The landlord has bee
as good and considerate as possible
de landlords an old harpyr' sal
Dorcas. "Lan'lords auays isl"
mo. he IL not," persisted Selma
I'VE owe him eight months rent Al
ready, and / do not know how he i
ever TO get his money. would offe
him the piano and tie carved rose
wood parlor set. If 1 thought the,
would possess any value in his eyes
in part payment, l mean" i.
Dorcas rolled up the cofee-colore,
whites of her eyes.
Dat piano as was Miss Adelaide'
| when frs she como from Baltimo
| boarding SCHOOL," said She Dat Tub
! ~ funchure as was made to order il
Annapolis! No, Miss Lina-not wiz di.
chile's consent!'
And she rolled thin old damask t.
BILE cloth very tightly and packed il
into the basket with emphasia
Mamma must know nothing Of this
Dorcas." said Selma. sadly.
Dunno how you'se gwine to keep il
from her, Miss Lima"
ct can be done, Dorcas I've thought
it all out" said the girl. ''She must
be made to suppose that she is going ia
spend few days with my employers
at Newport"
"IIas dey done asked her, Miss
Lina?'
mo, you goose! I don't suppose
that they even know that Two got a
mother. / an, only = typewriter and
stenographer in their eyes, and render
my services At SO much day. Mrs.
Plinimmom Is known all through New
York as female phlanthropist, but
while she's helping poor immigrants
out OF the sluns and rectitying tho
slop question she don't appreciate that
wen-dressed southern lady may be
in sore straits. But she'll make as
good fgure-head as any other"
Miss Lima" said Dorcas, after .
brief silence, during which she rolled
and sprinkled, pstted and folded with
unoeasing vigilance.
"Weu?"
Il knows whar could git four dol
lars week for laundress or Ave dol
lars for cook. Tink O. dat. Miss Lima.
DO you want to leave us, Dorcas?"
The old woman uttered asubdued
groan. Lord knows it amt dat, Miss
Lima! Lord knows it's honor enough
to work for de ole Spencers! But it's
O. de ole woanan's wages, dey'1 como
back TO ole r,issus and Miss Lima"
The long lasbes dropped over Selma
Spencer's lovely hazel eyes Its of
no use. Dorcas," said she. We've got
to bend before the storm. Hush! Do
You hear that tapping?"
Somebody Knocking ut de dor
cried Dorcas. why on arr don't dey
ring de bell?"
No" said Selma, OBTAINING her as
she was about to answer tho supposed
summons. Its the agent putting up
the To Let But, whatever happens,
Dorcas, don't let mamma know!'
She rose, and, gathering up her hat
and gloves, went up the wide, gloomy
old staircase. Dorcas looked after her
and shook her turbaned head.
''Meks b'lieve she's pow'ful bravei"
muttered she. Thinks ole Dorcas dunno
she's crying dis berry minute! Why
didn't she marry Marse George Berke-
ley when he axed her, an sabe herself
all this trouble?"
Up in the dimly-lighted sitting room
Mrs. Spencer sat, a faded belle of the
olden days. The piano was open, the
window was full of carefully tended
plants; pink shaded lamp burned on
he table. and Mrs. Spencer herself
was engaged in crewcl work with slow,
anguid fingers.
gu are later than usual tonight,
selma" said she, fretfully. Perhaps
'our idea of q dutiful daughter is diff
erent from mine, but l think any
mount Of Shakespeare and Browning
iasses oughtn't to take 60 much Of |
our time away from your mother
Il stopped TO give Dorcas orders In |
he kitchen, mamma" Selma cheer |
ully answered. But + am all ready,
low. What shall read to you till tho
ca comes up?"
Well" said the poor lady, feebly,
I'd like few chapters Of the 'Scot-
ish Chiefs 1t was tho FIRST novel my
ear papa allowed me to read-and in
~ opinion your Ouidas and Braddons
ont come near it.
And while Selma read out the trials
Helen Mar and Bruce the brave, che
how on earth she should
manage about showing the house to
ne eager sightseers who would be sure
, be attracted by the legend ITO Let"
q the morrow.
Cant go in dat ar roomi" said Dor
as, interposing her stout figure be-
ween the Manufactured house hunter
nd the door of Mrs. Spencer's boudoir.
OATS private, dat arr
Anything wrong in the room?'
,arply questioned the woman.
NOM" stolidly responded DorcaA
Ceilings cracked? Water pipes
urst?"
Nom"
Then why can't see it?' with
ldden push in that direction.
She might as we'll have attempted to
large battery of artillery. Old Dor
IS stood immovable.
Lady amt we'll, num-" said she.
Can't nobody go in dat room! Tole
,u so aforer'