Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-09-20

loou you may udppeu 10 nave. l. uOH L
eat desserts. And now Tn going out
to walk on the seashore."
Mrs. Sweetclover looked after him
with eyes of rapture.
1.-The boarder of all others that ]
would have preferred" said she 81
am in luck L thought yesterday,
when [ saw the new moon over my
right shoulder, that something fortu-
nate was going to happen"
But Mrs. Sweetclover had not
stuffed the blue-fsh for baking, when
q light, firm foot-step crossed the
threshold, and Miss Milfoil stood be-
fore her, i'll a dark-blue serge dress,
and a sailor hat of black straw, while
across her shapely shoulders was
slung fiat black satchel, traveller
wise.
Mrs. Sweetclover, I suppose?"
said she.
The widow courtesiod an affirmative.
81 am Matte Milfoil, said the lady.
81 rented your room, last week, of
Dewey & Salter."
Dear mel" thought the widow.
Am L dfeamngT
81 like the situation very much, >"
continued Miss Milfoil, looking at the
curling edges of foam that crept up the
beach at the left, and then at muir
muring grove of maple trees at the
north. II shall probably remain here
until Christmas, if L am suited!"
"But the room is let already" fall
tered Mrs. Sweetcloyer, at last recover
ing her voice.
'Taken already" repeated Miss Mil
foil. "Sut that is impossible. 1 have
taken it,"
"Theres some mistake at the Board
ing Agency" said Mrs. Sweetclover,
almost ready to cry. 'Its been let
twice; and I;never knew of it until
this moment. Oh, dearl oh, dearl 1t
never rains but itjpours!
"But what am Il to do?" said Miss
Milfoil.
Mrs. Sweetclover's faded eyes light
ed up with faint CLEAN of hope.
GIVE only the bleapartment on
the second floor" said she; "but if
you Cont mind the garret, there's q
nice, airy room finished off there, with
two dormer windows overlooking the
ocean"
"Tll look at it, said Miss Milfoil.
She looked at it, and she liked it,
and she straightway sent to the village
for her trunks, unpacked her books,
her work basket, her writing desk and
her portable easel, arranged some sea-
weed over the mantle and made her
self at home.
Mr.. McCorkindale, going upstairs
from the dinner table that very dav.
heard sweet, clear voice, singing the
refrain of some popular ballad, from
the upper story.
"Eh!" said Mr.. McCorkindale. "Is
that your daughter?'
Its my lady boarder, SIR" said
Mrs. ,Sweetcloyer.
'Look here" said Mr.. McCorkin-
dale, stopping short--'this swon't go
down."
"What won't go down, sir?" said
the bewildered landlady.
''No other boarders taken, YOU
know" said Mr.. Corkindale. "That
was my express stipulation.
"I'm very sorry, sir" said Mrs.
Sweetclover, "but-"
"And Tn not going to be trihed
With" said Mr.. Corkindale. "Either
she or L must go!"
Couldn't it be managed, sir?" said
the landlady, half terrified out of her
senses.
"No, it couldn't" said Mr. McCork-
indale.
AT this moment, however, Miss Mil
foil herself made her appearance on
the scene, tripping down the stairs IN
quiet, determined sort of way, and
facing the indignant elderly gentleman
as he stood there.
"What's the matter?" said Miss Mil
foil.
1.-THE matter" said Mr.. McCorkin-
dale, sis simply this. have engaged
my board here, on the express under
standing that 1 am to be the only
boarder."
81 see," said Miss Milfoil "And I
am in the way"
Mr.. McCorkindale was ominously
silent.
"But," said Matte, with an engag-
ing smile, ''if I promise to be very
quiet, and to refrain from annoying
you in any manner whatsoever"
SIT would make no difference" said
Mr.. McCorkindale. 81 object to
young women"
| But" cried indignant Matte,
suppose 1 were to object to middle
aged gentlemen on no better pretext?"
"You are perfectly welcome to do
so," said Mr.. Corkindale, stifly.
"You see, l am an old bachelor"
"And / am an old maidw pleaded
Matte.
"It makes no difference-no differ
ence at ALP said Mr. McCorkindale.
II am sorry to disappoint you, Mrs.
Sweetclover, but"
"Stopl' said Matte, resolutely.