Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-07-12
His One Love Dream
II Lasted Nearly One Day, and Thinks He
Escaped Very Easily.
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NTINE o'clock of lovely April morn
~ ing, with the air breathing soft
scents of budding grass and early
spring violets, while overhead the
blue SKY stretched its dazzling dome
like an arch of glittering sapphire!
Its spring in good earnest" SAID
Mr.. Petro Peterson, as he sat at his
window. his heels poised on the eX-
IRENE outer ledge, and fragrant cigar
perfuming the surrounding atmos-
phere. "Heigho! 1 can almost fancy
how the dandelions are starring over
the hills of the old New Hampshire
farm where 1 was born! Who would
think that it was the Goth of April
already? And my house not let. Nhat
can the real estate agents be thinking
OFF,"
Mr.. Petro Peterson was stout, bald
headed gentleman Of some siX-and-tor-
tv wears of age, with bright hazel eyes
and a neat, compact little hgure-one
of those men whose very air and gait
even though they were never to speak
a word, make the perpetual prociama--
ton: II am a man of money and posi-
toni"
81 don't see why Mrs. Parker want
ed to give up the house." went on Mr.
Peterson, in his unsynabled soliloquy
"She says it's because the price OF
board is falling, and she can't afford
to keep up the establishment! A
great mistake of hers in my opinion
a great mistake! She's the only wom-
an I ever knew who could make real
French omelet, or knew what cafe nor
meant! I'm almost tempted Ito wish--al-
most 1 say-that had married some
nice. sensible little girl 20 good years
ago; for-dear me, what can all that
ringing at the bell mean? Why don't
Mrs. Parker answer it? Do the people
mean to pull the wire out bodily l
wonder?"
He had Just tossed his cigar out OF
the window, with the intention OF him.
self Fastening to the rescue when d
servant girl came up to his apart
ment, breathless and eager.
"What is it, Hannah?" he cried, iras-
chilly.
'If We please, sir, the mistress is
zone to market, and there's no one to
show the house. told 'em would they
call again, but they said perhaps MI
Peterson would oblige 'em!"
every cool of 'em, upon my word! -
cried Mr.. Peterson, mentally eXecrat-
ing the whole race of house hunters.
81 beg your pardon, Mr.. Peterson,
cried a voice as soft and sprightly as
the notes of the bluebiEd, "but mamma
and 1 have so many places to go to- and
we thought you wouldn't mind our see
ing the housed"
And Mr.. Peterson's wrath melted
away like a morning vapor before her
nrettv insolence of demeanor, as she
stood in the doorway, balancing fairy
parasol on her finger, and looking with
saucv artlessness round his bachelor
sanctum, while Mrs. Cope's matronly
countenance appeared in the back
ground.
"You can allow US the privilege Of
looking at your house." said jeanne
coaxinelv. "I-that is, mamma has go'
to move, and although the rent OF TINS
house must, of course, be very high
she thought, by taking few board
! ers she might contrive to meet ex
penses!
EXACTLY So" said mild Mrs. Cope.
care YOU going to move elsewhere|
! asked JEANNE of our hero, as sh'
glanced at the half-packed trunks.
my landlady is" groaned Mr.. Petr'
Peterson. Its awful to be at tn
, mercy of landlady, Miss Cope"
5 But it's all your fault"
"All my fault?"
"To be sure-why didn't you &c
married?"
, because l was fool!
"And why don't you get marie
now?" pursued the relentless ittl
sprite.
! "Would you," questioned Mr. Peter
r son. gravelv, "if you were ~
"Of course would. Get married an
Y board with us. Mamma Will give yo
e this room. and"
"My dearl" checked Mrs. Cope
= gently.
"My dear madaml" cried Mr.. Peter
= son. still with his eyes fixed on Jean
= MES lovely face, 81 assure you l thin
) It is an excellent ideal"
And all through their journey 1roI
cellar to French roof, while Mrs. COP
considered the relative advantages
E, this room and that, Mr.. Peterson keT
revolving this same excellent idea" j
= his mind.
y "Miss Jeannie," he said, somewha
81 awkwardly, as they turned downstair
:, "supposing 1 should - ahem - adoI
your suggestion, what would be yot
- fancy in furnishing suite of rooms
J., LET me see," said JEANNE, lookin
E. composedly around, I'D paper II
IN room in white and gold and I'd fill Il
- windows with canary birds and plan
II, and I'd have a blue carpet and b.
a. q. silk chairs and sofas"
"You like blue?"
- every much; it is my 1a'ori
a. color" .,
H. "Blue it shall be, then!" cried IL
- delighted bachelor. "Mrs. Cope,
" YOU should decide to take the hou
q q. YOU will please reserve these room
IT. for me. and-and Mrs. Peterso