The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1897-11-06

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eat desserts. And now I'm going out
to walk ON the seashore.
Mrs. Sweetclover looked after HIM
with eyes OF rapture.
ssThe boarder of all. others that 1
would have preferred" said she. Il
am in luck I thought yesterday,
when 1 saw the new moon over my
right shoulder, that something fortu-
nate was going to happen.
But Mrs. Sweetclover had not
stuffed the blue-fish for baking, when
a light. firm foot-step crossed the
threshold, and Miss Milfoil stood be-
fore her, in dark-blue serge dress,
and sailor hat of black straw, while
across her shapely shoulders was
slung fat black satchel, traveller
wise.
"Mrs. Sweetclover, I suppose?"
said she.
The widow courtesied an Affirmative.
'I am Matte Milfoil,' said the lady.
'T rented your room, last week, OF
Dewey & Salter."
"Dear mel" thought the widow.
cam dreaming?"
ST like the situation very much,
continued Miss Milfoil, looking at the
curling edges of foam that crept up the
beach at the left, aud then ct o muir
muring grove of maple trees at the
north. ''I shall probably remain here
until Christmas, if am suitedF'
"But the room is let alreadyT fal'
tered Mrs. Sweetclover, at last recover
ing her voice.
"Taken alreadyr repeated Miss Mil
foil. ''But that is impossible. 1 have
taken it.
| ssThere's some mistake at the Board
ing Agency" said Mrs. Sweetclover
almost ready to cry. TITS been lie
twice; and T never knew of it unit
this moment. Oh, dear! oh, dearl L
never rains but it poursl"
"But what am I to do?" said Mis-
Milfoil.
Mrs. Sweetclover's faded eyes light
ed up with faint CLEAN of hope.
eve only the eligible apartment o.
the second foor," said she; "but
YOU don't mind the garnet, there's
nice. .i.y room finished off there, wit
, two dormer windows overlooking I'd
ocean-
sI,ll look at it, said Miss Milfoil.
!, She looked. at it, and she liked i
= and she straightway sent to the villae
! for her trunks, unpacked her book
her work basket, her writing-desk an
y her portable easel, arranged some SCI
:. weed over the mantle and made ne
r self at home. :.
= Mr.. McCorkindale, going upstal
: from the dinner table that very do
, heard a sweet, clear voice, singing I'll
refrain of some popular ballad 1ro
/ the upper story. :,
p "Ehr' said Mr.. McCorkindale. :
"a that your daughter?"
"a sTt's my lady boarder, sir" sa
20 Mrs. ,Sweetclover. :.
=. "Iook here" said Mr.. McCorki
/" dale, stopping short-"this won't
10 DOWN. -,
- "What won't go down, sir?" So
ID the bewildered landlady.
~ ssNo other boarders taken, y
20 know" said Mr.. Corkindale. III
bs was my express stipulation"
I'm very sorry, sir" said Nj
Sweetclover, "but-"
.sr Sand I'm not going to be trltl
I'd within said Mr.. Corkindale. "Elti
~ she or 1 must go!"
10 Couldn't it be managed, slr?' $,
~ the landlady, half terrified out OF
10 senses.
10, ,m mo, it couldn't" said Mr.. McCo
W. indale.
:" At this moment, however, Miss n
;rs foil herself made her appearance
nc the scene, tripping down the stairs
~ q ouiet. determined sort OF way.
'' facing the indignant elderly gentler
tr, as he stood there.
~ "What's the matter?" said Miss
as "The matter" said Mr.. McCorl
tso dale, sis simply this. I have enga
'a,s my board here, on the express UNI
standing that I am to be the
aid boarder. 49,, a,.
am in the way"
Mr.. McCorkindale was omlno
,oh silent.
-, -. "But." said Matte, with an en-
. ing smile, .if I promise to De
:. ), ouiet. and to refrain from ammo
-. YOU in any manner whatsoever-
f AZ TT would make no difference,
so Mr.. McCorkindale. oD'eo
D. ssBut." cried indignant Ma
-:.h "suppose were to object to ml'
1 rsrv aged gentlemen on no better pret :
cry "You are perfectly welcome 2
nv, .5 so" said Mr.. Corkindale, 81
ssYou see, am an old bachelor;
IN aAnd 1 am an old maidF pie
Matte.
,ru at makes no difference-no q
,sh.s enee at allr' said Mr.. McCorkin
- ,s 81 am sorry to disappoint you'
din, ,Sweetcloyer, but ;,
rosss "s.0pln said Matte. sss0''