The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-10-28
episode in House Renting.

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agents. Mr.. Dart had decided to rent his
own property. and was waiting patiently
for callers in one of his fats. Two ladies
called. They were evidently mother and
daughter-a subdued, weak-looking little
woman in black and tall, handsome girl
of Is or -, with brilliant black eyes,
complexion like snow and, roses, and a
singularly naughty way Of carrying her
lovely head
SIR began the mother, as they were
ushered into the hall by OR. Dart; but
the younger lady interrupted.
do hold your tongue, mother" she said
sharply. 81 can manage matters a great
zeal the best. Are you the agent Of this
house, sir?'
yes" said Mr.. Dart, with a queer ex-
preston in his eyes.
And is 5000 the lowest rent-the very
lowest?"
yes"
"There you go again." snapped the
daughter, with your everlasting cackle
about means, meansi I am sick and tired
of the sound of It, VIII you show US the
house. sir?"
Mr.. Dart obeyed, in his Utmost heart
plying the subdued smother. The tall
young lady swept like a queen through
the passages, pausing in each room to
survey its adaptations for the purposes
to which she had assigned it in her mind.
Il Ike the house." she said, imperious-
", as they paused at length in the lower
hall. Mother, you must take it!''
MY darling" deprecated the mother,
''s2 900 a wear, and papa's salary Is only
$1,000, besides the interest We have to
pay"
''Pshaw, Do have done with your lee
ftr-f A. e
pleased or not? I'm going to be mar
RED, thank goodness, and get away from
all your debts and grovelings and grum-
blings! A rich fool for a husband is bet
ter than no husband at allr'
But. my dear" the conversation had
fallen into an undertone, you are not
sure Of 1t, yet. and
Yes. I am" said the daughter, sharp
ly. Don't I tell you he's completely I'M
der my thumb? And do you suppose I
would be married from such hole as
that little house In March street,?'
And turning to Mr. Dart, who was an
unwilling and unedified listener to the
conversation, she said, in louder accent:
I'VE shall take the house. My father
will call and see you tomorrow. Let this
bill be taken down"
And she glided away, more like Queen
tOclliI dlIlls IMAM ever with liS MUS
mother following. a look of panied per-
plexity on her face.
At o'clock precisely Mr.. Dart was
ready.
why, uncle" cried Harry Field, glee-
fully. How nice you look!"
do II" said the old gentleman, COM
placently. "Well, I fatter myself I am
about the correct thing. Come on, my
boy, or we shall be late"
"It's not far" said Harry. cts only
on March street.
March street! March street," repeated
the old gentleman. 1T seems to me as if
I had somewhere heard that name re-
Gently
But he could not remember where, and
was still racking his brain when they
reached the residence Of the damsel whom
Harry Field enthusiastically termed his
guardian angel"
The apartment into which they were
shown was rather Of the tawdrily splen-
did order-satin covered chairs, enameled
with stray grease spots; marble mantels,
undusted; and a gaudy velvet carpet,
strewn with clippings Of thread and
scraps of paper, forming its chief char
acteristics.
Presently in walked a tall, beautiful
girl, with black eyes and wealth OF
raven hair, a smile dimpling her cherry
lips and adding a new charm to her love-
" face.
"Olive" said Harry. proudly, as he adj
vanced to greet her, this is my uncle,
Mr. Dart and"
He stopped short In establishment, for
Olive shrank back, coloring redder than
the reddest peony in all the gaudy carpet
patterns. They had recognized each 9TH
er mutually.
"Ahar' said Mr.. Dart, plunging both
hands in his pockets, II think we've met
before?"
Met before?" echoed Harry Field
when? Where?"
Olive Melton, remembering the free use
f her tongue she had made. was too near
the verge of Mysteries TO reply coherent
", so Mr.. Dart calmly narrated the brief
interview they had that morning.
Harry's brow darkened as he listened.
"A rich foolr' he muttered, land COM
pletely under her thumb. Olive, is this
true?"
She could not deny it-she dared not,
with the cold light of Mr.. Darts gilt
tering eyes upon her.
Mr. Darts house was '1et" the next
day to a widow and the two best apart
ments are occupied by the uncle and
nephew. who keep bachelors half In
fine style.
And I believe" the widow says, IN ref
erence to her two favorite boarders, that
the old gentleman really means to live
and die a bachelor; but as for Mr.. Harry
as long as there's youth there's hope"
But Olive Melton's chances are gone
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