The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1899-06-30
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"And / have let the room for Satlr-
day." she went on, in voice which nc
thought was assumed to annoy him.
''Er-ah! Very WELL"
His friend observed that museum NUT
ton pie on that date was especially GOOD.
soon feeling so badly that he concluded
to devote the remainder of the afternoon
to searching for rooms. After climbing
the stairs Of seven different houses nc
began to speculate upon how III the
world landladies were able to let sucil
miserable apartments to anybody. Al
one place, in moment or apseht-nillded,,
make good omelets. When the landlady
said '.yes," he told her abruptly that he
wouldn't think of taking her rooms: 1t was
on his tongues end to add that the max
ing of omelets was not IN art to be spok-
en- of lightly, when he remembered that
this was the very expression Mrs. Hodg-
son had once used. He determined never
and cross. he returned to his rooms. In
the morning noisy Harriet robbed him of
his sleep. and he went into ms sitting
room to face chop aild a dlsordered
desk again. ..4
"Shall we have our customary mutton
pie?" the tempter asked at l Q clock.
Ell have an engagement toua!' was
the reply. - ~
ltt,e restaurant in Great Russell street
md before he realized it the yearnlng
of his stomach had put a REQUEST TO! re-,
omelet into words. A flat creation, WIN
no individuality whatever, overdohc OH
one side hnd UNDERGONE OIL the other, was
placed before him.
Don't you know" he exclaimed, fret
fully, to the waitress, that an omeiet Is
s.,tl IA
stopped abruptly. but l VIII cat-'he
on Saturday morning when he went
out to his chop and disordcred desk two
strange trunks iii tile cdriier of the sit
ting room reminded him that lie had not
vet Engaged another lodging. Mrs.
Hodgsoh came ill., She hoped that his
luggage was packed, as the other gen
tlemaii was coming i'll an hour. The pro
fessi3r did not reilly. Twice he lifted his
cup Of tea aid set 1t down without
drinking.
No. As matter Of fact, I've been
SO busy that l haven't had time to look
about much for place, Ii YOU had a
! small room that [ could have: OILY for a
week, it would-he spoke with great re-
serve-be in the nature-ah-of an ac-
commOdatiOn.'
1t happened by mere chance, as Mrs.
HodEsoii was careful To EXPLAIN. that
this was possible. Harriet was sent to
help him carry up Ills belongings. When
the wreckage left by the. wayside had
been collected and everything: he pos
sessed was piled helter-skelter III the lit
tie room on the third floor, the professor
concluded that he would make no at
tempt to put things right for so short a
stay.
He heard a cab drive up i'll front of the
house. The new ledger must have come.
| Prompted by a curiosity possibly incon-
sistent with the dignity of the author of
Isaac Newton and His Compeers,' he
went to the window. He stepped back
| in surprise None other than his mutton
pie friend was to he his successor i'll the
drawing-roon floor: Ills misery vas m
creased the following morning when he
saw Harriet taking one of Mrs. Hods-
| sons works of art into one who had
| sworn that omelets were the enemies of
mankind
He now fairly hated chops; aid conde-
seconded to ask Harriet for ali omclct for
breakfast. She brought him one-of her
own making. He was on the point of
telling her Of something that was, not to
be spoken Of .lightly;, but he Sighed in
stead A work Of art was hot to be ex-
pected from Harriet.
He did not go to the museum, and
strategically contrivcd to avoid meet
ing with the base interloper all the week.
| But once he had Il very narrow escape.
| He had to wait at the head of the stairs
while he saw Mrs. Hodgson help the in
terloper on with his overcoat--convincing
proof that man who ate mutton pies
would stop at nothing, Though he be,
came the terror of the landladies of
Bloomsbury, Saturday found him with
strange trunks in his disordered little
room. and still with no apartment en-
gagged. 1t also found him meek It's well
as miserable
He went downstairs aud Knocked on
| the door of Mrs. Ho1gsbh's little room OF,
the ground floor. There was no answer.
Harriet came up from thy. kitchen to say
mans omelet. She opened the door and
offered him chair. He waited in vexa-
ton, longing for revenge, longing to show
up the mUttOn-pie interloper, who secret
ly adored omelets i'll his true colors. Fl
nally Mrs. Hodgson entered. flushed with
the successful outcome of work of art.
Really. Mrs. Hodgson," said the pro
fessor affably. Il have been so busy, and
| to get Il room requires 4 deal of looking
about, doesn't it?'
She did not say whether it did or not.
eff it would not be too much trouble
would you accommodate me again.
| Il haven't room left
"Tm-Im sorry"
'"Thcre are the hotels. professor
Mrs Hodgson-NIrs. Hodgson.' he
burst out tragically, will you not go on
making omelets for me forevery"
After little blushing and parrying
she said that she would, and put the seal
Oh her acceptance by Immediately giving
| the base interlOper a weeks noticp.-The
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