The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1899-10-19

Good mornTng. Joe" returned Mr..
Peterson. nodding TO joseph Franklin.
MS only nephew. What brings you
mere in such a hurry
Is your house let yet. uneIe?"
fes-no-I don't exactly know" re-
sponded Mr. Peterson. a little awk-
"ardiy. What does it matter tc you
whether 1t is or not. hey. you young
seapegraee?"
Much, sir. To tell you the truth. /
was thinking of renting it myself"
YOU"
Yes. l. I'm going to be married
next week. uncle"
A very sensible plan. said Mr.. Pc
terson. beamingly
I'm glad you approve of it, sir. and
IN case my wife and conclude to take
lew Doarders can have your prom
Use TO consider you as one?"
That is, in case you take the
house?"
Yes"
Il can't promise: in fact. think
I've already engaged myself" said Mr.
Peterson, Importantly. ITO speak
frankly, Joe, I've some idea of marry
ing myself"
You, uncle?" exclaimed Franklin,
in amazement.
And why not?" testify demanded
Petro Peterson, his bald crown turn
ing pink with excitement. Pm not
Methuselah. neither am | a Catholic
priest. Why shouldn't l get married?"
There's no reason on earth why you
shouldn't, uncle" responded Joe,
smothering a laugh; only, you see,
You took me rather by surprise. In
that case, why shouldn't we have the
pleasure of accommodating both Mrs.
Peterson and yourself?"
Because, sir" said Mr.. Peterson,
sententiously, because my mother-in-
law that is to be takes boarders, sir; a
Few boarders, in a genteel sort of way,
and I've all but promised myself to
her"
"All but! There is a chance, then,
Of"
"A very slender one," unwillingly
admitted Mr.. Peterson.
And If you should make no other
arrangement you will let US have the
house?"
Yves, suppose So"
There can be no harm in my bring
ing her to look at the house this after
noon after Office hours?"
No, suppose not"
And with this ungraciously accord
ed permission Joseph Franklin was
forced to be content, while Mr.. Peter
son went back to his room to think
about JEANNE Cope
i do believe I'm in love-" thought
our middle-aged hero. "I'll take a CT
gar-no | won't either. JEANNE may
object to smoking and a man that's as
good as married ought to be a little
careful about such things"
He was making little pencil esti-
mate about the probable cost of re-
furnishing the apartments he occupied
with velvet and satin, according to
Jeannie's not particularly economical
ideas, that same afternoon, when Jo-
seph Franklin entered, flush and
proud.
She's down in the parlor, uncle"
"Is she?" said Mr.. Peterson.
He followed his nephew resignedly
down to the parlor. thinking the while
of far other things, and suffered him
self to be led to a little sofa in the
bay window, where a slender young
lady was sitting. toying rather nerv-
ously with pink parasol
Uncle" said Joe, proudly, this is
my promised wife. JEANNE, this is
Uncle Petro Peterson"
JEANNE Cope!" gasped the aston
ished bachelor.
You'll give me kiss, uncle, won't
your" said JEANNE, putting up her
coral lips in the most bewitching way
in the world. 81 said it was mamma
this morning, but it was really Joe
and l that wanted the house."
1T was, eh?" said Mr. Peterson, with
a curious commingling of sensations.
Yes, and you know you promised
to get married and board with us. He
did, indeed, joe"
The bachelor burst into a hysterical
laugh.
Il was only joking" he said. Mar
ried, indeed! I'm not such fool yet.
Give me the kiss, JEANNE. I'll stay
here, but I'll not refurnish the rooms
this year New York News.