Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1900-06-22
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row stairway to my domain, five
me through the darkness. l stopped
suddenly halfway down the corridor.
In the dim fickering light Of my taper
]. saw fastened to the door of my land
lady's room white sheet Of paper. 1t
was pinned above the doorknob and
contained a brief message.
Dear children" it read "God bless
your home coming. 1 love you both,
dear daughter and beloved son. l
couldn't wait for you, because had to
60 to the theater. Your Mother"
"Ah," l said to myself, "the young
couple are coming home" AS the latch
Of my own door clicked heard two
persons come up the stairway.
my mother Is not at home," said a
CHEEKY, manly voice, "but here is her
greeting, as kind ana loving as ever"
l don't know what else the man or
the woman said-sweet love words, 10
doubt, such as a young husband and
wife are apt to indulge in OH their we'd
ding night.
Mrs. Alberta Damman had been my
landlady now for two years. She was
little, rotund woman, with a viva
cious temperament, which betrayed ev-
cry minute the presence of actor blood
In her veins. For many years, she told
me, she had been wardrobe woman in
the only stock company house in the
city. She had saved up little money,
which she loaned at reasonable inter-
est to actors and actresses in hard luck,
and she was able beside to do profit
able business in purchasing and selling
cast-off party dresses and stage gowns.
The glib-tongued wardrobe woman was
as passionately fond OF the theater as
she was picturesquely dlsorderly about
the three rooms which she herself oc-
cupied. My own rooms, in happy con-
trast, were neatly and simply fur
nished, and always kept scrupulously
clean. The disorder i'm hers was ap-
palling and sitting to me. Furniture
from all kinds OF periods hobnobbed
with chandeliers and cheval glasses of
lonS-t0rgOtten periods.
Mrs. Dammans son was very differ
ent in character and disposition from
his mother. While she was shrewd and
full of temperament, he was taciturn
and slow of comprehension. Despite
his 30 years he was as helpless as a
child almost. In his habits he was
absolutely correct and faithful to his
employer, who had given him the posi-
ton of head bookkeeper at moderate
salary. His mother and he always ate
their meals together. On Sunday he
went to the theater, and during the
week he waited patiently for the old
lady's return from the playhouse, that
he might partake of supper with her.
Young Damman grew courageous one
day and confessed to his mother that
he loved n girl and had promised to
marry her. Mrs. Damman's verbosity
would not permit her to conceal this
coffee one morning she acquainted me
with the new state of affairs.
"Do you know your sons fianceeT
asked, just a little uneasy as to how
she would take this sudden surprise.
No, she had never seen her, but in
quiry among friends ELECTED the In
formation that she came OF respecta-
BILE family and was good-looklng
young miss.
"Ill receive her as my daughter" she
said, land they can both live here. My
sons salary Is not large enough to sup
port separate household, and | can
not give him anything out of my own
means, so they will have to make their
home here, and my daughter-in-la law
will have to learn how to please me-"
Now the wedding had been celebra-
ted and henceforth the young people
would be my neighbors, for their room
was next to mine. If my mlsgivlngs
had continued about the new member
of the household, that friendly well
come, pinned to the door of my land
lady's quarters on the eve of her ar
rival, would have dispelled them. In
the morning, Mrs. Damman. as usual,
brought my coffee and rolls.
"They are here" she said, with n
broad, motherly smile. Didn't you
hear the noise we made when | came
home last night My daughter is Il
perfect little witch-pretty as a-peach,
too. l know you'll like her"
An hour later l sauntered down the
hall. A fresh voice. fresh as birds,
sang n gay little ditty.
"The BRIDE" | mused, and presently
she hove In sight, welding broom
with pair of round, dimpled arms
barred to the shoulders. The moment
she saw me she blushed and disap-
peared, dropping the broom on little
head OF dust she had swept together