The Winslow mail., 1900-11-29
PARTNERS IN TROUBLE.
And the Angry Man Had Only His
Trouble for His Ex-
ertiOn.

The angry-looking man hesitated at
the door leading into the f street real
estate office, says the Washington
Star.
''Is this Groundrent & Co.'s Of
fice?" he inquired snappily at the
calm-looking man who was leaning
back in the revolving chair before the
big desk in the middle of the room
'Yes," replied the calm-looking man.
"Well, say, look here" SAID the an
gry-looIing man, in tone of some
violence, my names Digup, and my
wife rented enc of the houses in that
row of yours up on j street last week
She rented it with the express stipu-
lation that you'd put it in frst-class
repair. It's the one numbered 1900
j street, as l s'pose you'll remember.
Well, we moved into the house yester-
day, as we agreed to do, and we found
ward getting the house in proper re-
pair. Now, [ want to know what
kind of a way that is to treat people,
and [ want to tell you that"
well" interrupted the calm-looking
man, with far-away smile ''if your
wife made any such agreement as you
state with this firm, why"
Look a-here," exclaimed the angry
looking man, beginning to shout, ''I
want you to distinctly understand that
I'm not in the habit of letting people
| doubt my word, and when l tell you
| that my wife had an explicit under
standing with you that you were to
fix that house up properly, don't pro-
| pose to permit you to doubt what [
say and there's no occasion for you
to try to crawfish out of that stipu-
| lation, and"
whats the trouble with the
house?" cut in the calm-looking man
seated in the revolving chair. "Be-
cause if it's in the same condition as
the one I"
whats the matter with the
house?" growled the angry-looking
man, looming over the calm-looking
man in the revolving chair. There's
every blamed thing the matter with
it. The papers peeling off the parlor
walls, in the first place, as you very
well know, and the inside woodwork
doesn't look as if it's been Tainted
since the deluge. There's big hunk
broken off the balustrade, and
That's quo err" said the calm-look-
ing man, refectively; there's piece
broken off the balustrade in my"
"Queer = [ should think it was
queer!" snorted the wrathful-looking
man. "And it's a confounded sight
queerer that you people faithfully
promised to attend to all of these re-
pairs, and that absolutely nothing has
been done to put the house in habi-
table condition. We moved into the
misera BILE shack under the natural
presumption that the repairs had been
attended to, and-say, what did you
mean by telling my wife that you
were going to put in exposed plumb
ing, with a porcelain bath tub, when
the bathroom hasn't been so much as
touched? Hey?"
eff there was any promise made to
your wife that there'd be exposed
plumbing, why, that's a whole heap
more than"
"Any promise made to my wife,
you say. Look here, my friend, what
the dickens do you mean by sitting
there and trying to sneak out of what
you said in that way? You know
blamed well that all of these promises
were made, and that YOU told my wife
that the house would be put in tip
top shape from cellar to garret. The
hn1o dc Il
papering, and half the windows in
the house won't go either up or down,
and the doors either decline to open
or refuse to be closed, and the cellar
needs to be cleaned out, and there are
three broken panes in the kitchen win
dows, and the kitchen range won't
burn, and the furnace is in such
battered condition that nothing short
of a new one1l 90, and the back stairs
are rickety and need bracing, and"
''Wen," once again interrupted the
calm-looking man sitting in the re-
volving chair, eff you managed to get
this firm to promise to make all of
those repairs you mention-now, be
good enough not to interrupt me for
minute, won't you-if your wife was
clever enough to induce this real es-
tate firm to promise to make all of
these repairs, then it's a darned sight
more than my wife's been able to do
for two years, and that's no piece of
sheet music, either. I'm the tenant
of 1911 j street, right next door to
you, you know, and my wife and I
have been hammering away at this
firm of agents for more'n two years
to get 'em to make repairs, but with
out any success, and | came down this
morning to make another effort. [
guess Mr.. Groundrent'll be in shortly,
and if you nail him and succeed in
getting him to fix your house up, why,
I'll just follow up your trail and he'll
have to fix my house, too, or I'll"
But the angry tenant of 1909 Jay
street, when he found out how dis
mally he had been wasting his breath,
walked out of the office, grinding a
lot of the top dressing off his teeth
as he went.
Peach Man0OPS