Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1897-07-24

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the fower-pots tremble; but Mrs
Hodgson only smiled. She had re-
covered her dignity and her faith iu
her art, despite sour criticism. The
professor determined never to forgive
her now. To prove it, he ate vora.
ciously of the Museum mutton pie fol
luncheon. The result was indigestion,
which he attributed to the omelet.
He was rudely awakened next
morning by Harriet, who was sweep
ing and busting in his sittingroom
Heretofore Mrs. Hodgson had made il
point to attend to this herself, doing
: it so quietly that the professor was
never disturbed. However, he had
his chop for breakfast, and every.
thing else, even to the overcoat lying
on the chair, where he had thrown i,
the night before, was as he had order
ed.
After ransacking the drawers of his
desk, and paving over the disordered
papers on top oft, in a vain search fol
his notebook, which contained the
fruits of three months researches, be
was anything but reassured by a hazy
recollection of having nodded over it.
having carelessly laid it on the chair
at his side. This had happened before
but he had always found the note.
book on his desk in the morning.
"Did you see book on the floor p
he cried to Harriet, when she had an
swered the fierce ringing of the bell
"You-you said hanything on the
floor"
"Find it! Find it p he thundered
"Don't dare to come back without it u
Poor Harriet's face burned as she
went down stairs, for she knew, if the
professor didn't, that the refuse-wagon
had called Is minutes ago. The pro-
fessor paced up and down, with anger
in his heart against Mrs. Hodgson and
her omelets, until there was soft
knock at the door which he recognized
as Mrs. Hodgson's. He presumed she
had come to apologize for what she
would doubtless call an "unfortunate
accident" He would let her know in
plain terms that hers was the worst
conducted house in London.
"Your book, professor" she said,
holding it out to him. "Though Har-
riet had found it on the floor, picked
it out of the rubbish, thinking I could
do no harm, Anyway"
"Er-ah! Thank you."
"And I have let the room for Satur-
day." she went on, in voice which he
thought was assumed to annoy him.
"Er-ah /! Very WE'LL"
His friend observed the Museum
mutton pie of that date was especially
good. The professor ate of it hearth
ly, but was soon feeling so badly that
he concluded to devote the remainder
of the afternoon to searching for rooms.
After climbing the stairs of seven diff
ferent houses, he began to speculate
upon how in the world landladies were
able to let such miserable, ill-kept
apartments to anybody. At one place,
in a moment of absent mindedness, he
actually asked if the cook could make
good omelets. When the landlady
said eyes," he told her abruptly that
he wouldn't think of taking her rooms.
1t was on his tongues end to add that
the making>of omelets was not an art
to be spoken of lightly, when he re.
membered this was the very express
sion Mrs. Hodgson had once used.
He determined never to utter the
word "omelet" again. Weary and
cross, he returned to his rooms. In
the morning noisy Harriet robbed him
of his sleep, and he went into his sit.
tingroom to face chop and disor-
dered desk again.
ton pie?" the tempter asked him at
one o'clock.
"I-I have an engagement today"
was the reply.
The engagement turned out to be in
a little restaurant in Great Russell
street, and before he realized it, the
yearning of his stomach had put a re-
quest for an omelet into words. A fiat
creation, with no individuality what
soever, overdone on one side and un-
der done on the other, was placed be-
fore him.
"Don't you know" he exclaimed,
fretfully to the waitress, "that an ONE
let is work of art, not to be" Here
he stopped abruptly. "But will eat
the thing he added.
On Saturday morning, when he went
out to his chop and disordered desk,
two strange trunks in the corner of
the sitting room reminded him that ne
had not yet engaged another lodging.
Mrs. Hodgson came in. She hoped
that his luggage was packed, as the
other gentleman was coming in an
hour. The professor cid not reply.
Twice he lifted his cup of tea and set
it down without drinking.
"Then 1 may take it that you are
ready ?" she asked.
"No. AS matter of fact, I've been
so busy that I haven't had time to
look about much for q place. If you
have small room that could have
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