The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1900-01-19

!: Episode
!: In House Renting.

IeuL LIS own property ana was WalIlng
patiently for callers in one of his flats
Two ladies called They were evident
~ mother and daughter-a subdued,
weak looking little woman in black
and tall handsome girl of IS or 10,
with brilliant black eyes, complexion
like snow and roses and singularly
naughty way of carrying her lovely
head
'Sir!" began the mother as they were
ushered into the hall by Mr.. Dart but
the younger lady interrupted.
do hold your tongue. mother" she
said sharply Il can manage matters
a great deal the best. Are you the
agent of this house, sir?'
Yes" said Mr.. Dart with queer
expression in his eyes.
And is $1,000 the lowest rent the
very lowest?s
Yes"
Il told you So DEAR interposed the
elderly lady meeBly. Our means will
not
There you go again" snapped the
daughter with your everlasting cac-
kle about means, meansl | am sick
and tired of the sound of it! Win you
show us the house, STRIP
Mr. Dart obeyed, in his inmost heart
plying the subdued mother. The tall
young lady swept like queen through
the passages, pausing in each room to
survey its adaptations for the pur-
poses to which she had assigned it in
her mind.
Il like the house." she said imperi-
ously as they paused at length in the
lower hall Mother, you must take
itp'
MY darling deprecated the moth
er, $4,000 year, and papas salary is
only $1,000, besides the interest we
have to pay!''
''Pshaw, do have done with your lee
turing. What do care whether papa is
pleased or not? I'm going to be mar
ried, thank goodness, and get away
from all your debts and grovelings
and grumhiings! A rich fool for a
husband is better than no husband at
air.
But, my dear''-the conversation had
fallen into an undertone-"you are not
sure of it yet, and
Eyes, | am" said the daughter sharp
ly. Don't ! tell you he's completely
under my thumb? And do you suppose
/ would lie married from such hole
as that little house in March street,
And. turning to Mr. Dart. who was
an unwilling and uneditied listener to
the conversation, she said, in louder
accent.
1--WE shall take the house. Ny father
will call and see you tomorrow Let
this bill be taken down"
And she glideh away, more like
Queen Semiramis than ever, with the
meek little mother following, a lock
of panied perplexity on her face.
At o'clock precisely Mr.. Dart was
ready.
why, uncle cried Harry Field
gleefully. "How nice you look!'
do l?' said the old gentleman COM
placently well, l f1atter myself am
about the correct thing! Come on, my
boy, or we shall be late"
ITS not far said Harry ITS only
on March street,
March street. March street!' re-
peated the old gentleman. ut seems to
me as if l had somewhere heard that
name recently
But he could not remember where
and was still racking his brain when
they reached the residence of the dam
sci whom Harry Field enthusiastically
termed ''his guardian angel"
The apartment into Which they were
shown was rather of the tawdrily
splendid ort,eT-satin tsvered chairs.
enameled with stray grease spots:
marble mantels. undust.sd, and gaudy
velvet carpet, strewn v it'll clippings of
thread and scraps of p,per. forming its
chief characteristics
Presently in walked tall, beautiful
girl, with black eyes and a wealth of
raven hair, smile dillpling her cherry
lips and adding a new charm to her
lovely face
"Olive,' said Harry proudly as he
advanced to greet heE this is my UNI
Gle, Mr.. Dart. and"
He stopped short in establishment,
for Olive shrank batK, coloring redder
than the reddest peggy in all the gaudy
carpet patterns. They had recognized
each other mutually.
'Ahai" said Mr.. Dart, plunging both
his hands III his pockets. 81 think
we've met before
MET before?" echoed Harry Field.
"When? Where?"
Olive Melton, remembering the free
use of her tongue she had made, was
too near the verge of Mysteries to reply
coherently, so Mr. Dart calmly narrat-
ed the brief interview they had had
that morning.
Harry's brow darkened as he listen
ed
"a rich fool, he muttered, 'and
completely 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 Alet" the next
day to widow, and the two best
apartments are occupied by the uncle
and nephew, who keep Bachelors
halP' in fine style.
and l believe" the widow says in
reference to her two fayorite boarders,
shat 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"
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