Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1899-10-16
THE DREAM OF LOVE.


TITS spring In good earnest sail
retfo Peterson, as he Eat at his win
dow, his heels poised on the extreme
outer edge, and fragrant Havana per.
running the surrounding atmosphere
And my house not let"
petTo Peterson was d stout. bald
headed gentleman OF some six-and-
forty years of age, with bright hazel
eyes and neat compact little figure.
a don't see why Mrs. Parker want
ed TO give up the house, went on Mr..
4 Peterson, in his unsyllabied solilo-
/ guy. She says It's because the price
OF board Is falling, and she can't af-
ford to keep up the establishment! A
great mistake; She's the only woman
ever knew who could make real
French omelet, or knew what cafe noir
meant' Dear me, what can all that
ringing at the bell mean?D
He had just tossed his cigar out of
the window. with the intention Of him-
self Fastening TO the rescue when a
red-haired servant girl came up to his
apartment. breathless and eager.
What is IT, Eannah?' he cried iras-
chilly.
III We please, sir, the MISTRESS is
gone to mar-r-ket, and there's no one
to show the house"
II beg your pardon Mr.. Peterson"
cried voice as soft and sprightly as
the notes Of the bluebrd now tuning
its silver pipe in the far-off woods,
but mamma and | have so many
places to so to, and we thought you
wouldn't mind our seeing the housed"
II was JEANNE Cope, a brown-eyed.
mple-cheeked little fairy, with curls
like the April sunshine, fresh com
plexion, and the trimmest of all mag
Unable figures. She stood in the door
way balancing a fairy parasol on her
finger and looking with saucy artless-
ness round his bachelor sanctum,
while Mrs. Cope's matronly counte-
nance appeared in the background.
Petro Peterson kicked stray slipper
under the table and threw his dressing
gown over a huge meerschaum stand. |
Very happy to see you, I'm sure,
he said. turning very red. and wishing
40 h"u 'iuieu up q iltle pcioic hc
sat down to his matutinal cigar. Any
thing can do for you
you can allow us the privilege of
looking at your house," said JEANNE,
"I-that Is, mamma, has
got to move, and although the rent OF
this house must. OF course, be very
high, she thought. by taking few
boarders. she might contrive to meet
expenses"
Exactly So said mild Mrs. Cope.
Are you going to move elsewhere
asked JEANNE of our hero, as she
glanced at the half packed trunks.
MY landlady is groaned Petro
Peterson. It's awful to be at the
mercy OF a landlady, Miss Copper
But it's all your fault" cried jean
lie with roguish sparkle in her love
y blue eyes.
"All my fault?'
ITO be sure-why didn't you ge.
Because | was FOOL said our
inspired by roses on Jean
lies cheek and the coral of her laugh
ng lip.
And why don't you get married
ow?" pursued the relentless little
prite.
Would YOU" questioned Mr. Peter
on, gravely, "if you were II"
"Of course ! would Get married
nd board with us. Mamma will give
on this room, and
MY dear!" checked Mrs. Cope
emily.
My dear madam cried Mr.. Peter
IN, still with his eyes fixed on jean /
es lovely face. 81 assure you | think
is an excellent ideal" f
And all through their journey from s.
liar to French roof. while Mrs. Cope a
the relative advantages of
is room and that, and Jeannie hut- o
red to and fro like a graceful little &
lmming bird, Mr. Peterson kept re- o
living this same excellent idea" in &
5 mind. c;
Miss Jeannie." he said, somewhat
Tkwardly, as they returned down m
hrs, 'supposing should-ahem- fl
opt your suggestion, what would be W
ur fancy In furnishing suite OF Je
oms?" i'd
Let me see." said JEANNE. looking sc
around "Id paper the pi
ON In white and gold and I'd fill the
ndows with canary birds and plants,
d I'd have blue carpet and blue
k chairs and sofas dc
You like blue?" of
Very much; 1t is my favorlte Sc
orr ba
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