Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-22
HIS ONE LOVE DREAM.
1t Lasted Nearly One Day, and
Thinks He Escaped Very Easily.


ing, with the air breathing soft scents
of budding grass and early spring vio-
lets, while overhead the blue sky
stretched its dazzling come, 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! l can almost fancy
how the dandelions are starring over
the hills of the old New Hampshire
from where l was born! Who would
think that i; was the Goth of April al
ready? And my house not let. What
can the real estate agents be thinking
off,"
Mr. Petro Peterson was stout, bald
| headed gentleman of some six-and-
forty years of age, with bright hazel
eyes, and neat, compact little figure
one of those men whose very air
and gait, even though they were never
to speak a word, make the perpetual
proclamation, Il am man of money
and position."
Il don't see why Mrs. Parker wanted
to give up the house." went on Mr.. Pc
terscn, in his unsyllabled 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 woman | ever
knew who could make a real French
omelet, or knew what cafe noir
meant! I'm almost tempted TO wish
almost Say-that | had married
some nice, sensible little girl 20 good
years ago; for-'dear me, what can all
| the ringing at the bell mean? Why
don't Mrs. Parker answer it? Do the
people mean to pull the wire out bod
lily, | wonder?"
He had just tossed his cigar out OF
the window, with the intention of him
self Fastening to the rescue, when a
servant girl came up to his apartment,
breathless and eager.
What is it, Hannah?" he cried, iras-
chilly.
IF We please, sir, the mistress is gone
to market, and there's no one to show
the house. I told EN- would they call
again, but they said perhaps Mr.. Peter
son would oblige emf"
Very cool of 'em, upon my world"
cried Mr.. Peterson, mentally eXecrating
the whole race of house hunters.
Il beg your pardon, Mr.. Peterson"
cried voice as soft and sprightly as
the notes of the bluebird, but mamma
and have so many places to go to- and
we thought you wouldn't mind our see
ing the house,"
And Mr. Peterson's wrath melted
away like a morning vapor before her
pretty insolence of demeanor, as she
stood in the doorway balancing a fairy
parasol on her finger, and looking with
saucy 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,
oOaxingly. THAT is, mamma has got
to move, and although the rent of this
house must, of course, be very high,
she thought. by taking a few boarders
she might contrive 10 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 lanGlady is, groaned Mr.. Petro
Peterson. It's awful TO be at the
mercy of landlady. Miss Cope."
But it's all your fault"
"All my fault?"
TO be sure-why didn't you get mar
ried?"
Because I was a fool"
And why don't you get married
now?" pursued the relentless little
sprite
Would YOU" questioned Mr.. Peter
son, grayely, IF you were u"
"0f course would. Get married and
board with US. Mamma will give you
this room, and"
My dear," checked Mrs. Cope, gent
y.
My dear madam" cried Mr.. Peter
son, still with his eyes fixed on Jean
MES lovely face, 7 assure you think
it is an excellent ideal"
And adj through their journey from
cellar to French roof. while Mrs. Cope
considered the relative advantages OF
this room and that. Mr.. Peterson kept
revolving this same excellent idea in
shis mind.
Miss Jeannie." he said. somewhat