Cochise review., 1900-09-20

Is your house az yet. uhclt
"Yes-no--l ooni exactly know.
responded Mr. Peterson. a little awk,
wardly What does il matter 10 you
whether it is or not, hey, you young
scapegrace
Much, sir. To tell you the truth.
was thinking OF renting it myself"
"You!"
"Yes, l. I'm going to be married
next week, uncle"
"A very sensible plan" said Mr.. Pc
terson, beamingly.
I'm glad you approve Of it, sir, and,
in case my wife and | conclude to take
few boardera, can have your prom
iAe to consider you ~ one?"
That is in ease you take the
house?"
Yea"
II can't promise; IN taeS, l think I've
already engaged myself" said Nj. Pc
terAop, importantly. TO speak frank
ly, Joe, I've some idea Of marrying my
self."
"You, uncle% exclaimed Franklin,
in Amazement.
And why not?" testify demanded
Mr.. Petro Peterson. his bald head
turning pink with excitement. I'm
not Methuselsh. Why shouldn't get
married?"
There's no reason on earth why you
shouldn't, uncle" responded Joe,
smothering . laugh; only, you see.
you took me rather by surprise. In
that case why shouldn't we have the
pleasure of accommodating both Ars.
Peterson and yourSelf?"
Because, sir" said Mr.. Peterson, SEN
tentiously, because my mother-in-law
that 10 to be takes boardera, sir, . few
boarders in genteel sort of way, and
I've al but promised myself to her"
-'All but There is . chance, then,
Of"
"a very slender one," unw1ningly i'd
United Mr.. Peterson.
And il you should make NO other ar
rangement you win let u have the
house?"
Yves, suppose So"
There can be no harm in my bring
ing her to look at the house this after
noon after Office hours2'
mo. suppose not"
he was making little pencil estimate
about the probable cost Of refurnish-
ing the apartments he occupied with
velvet and satin. according to Jeannie's
not particularly economical ideas, that
same afternoon, when Joseph Franklin
entered. flushed and proud.
SHES down in the parlor, uncle
I'm a minute. Twelve and sixteen,
and--there, then, Joe, how can . man
add up his accounts with you stamp
ing round the room like a wild buffalo?
Yes, yes, I'll go down and see her. and
then perhaps shall have q little peace
Of my life"
He followed his nephew resagnedly
down to the parlor. thinking the while
of far other things, and suffered him.
self TO be led to little sofa in the bay
window, where slender young lady
was sitting, toying rsther nervously
with pink parasol.
"Uncle." said Joe, proudly, -this i
my promised wife, JEANNE, thu b
Uncle Petro Peterson"
JEANNE Cope!" gasped the aston
ished bachelor.
You'll give me a kiss. uncle. won't
your" said JEANNE, putting up her
coral lips in the most bewitching way
in the world. Il said it was mamma
this morning; but 1t was really Joe
and that wanted the house"
1T was, che" said Mr.. Peterson,
with q curious commingling of senSa-
lions.
"Yes, and you know you promised to
get married and board with us. He dLd,
indeed. Joe"
Il was only joking. Married. indeed!
I'm not such a fool yet. I'll stay here,
but IN not refurnish the rooms this
year."
So the bill was taken of the front
door; and Mrs, Joseph Franklin has
learned to make an omelet that suits
the fastidious taste Of her uncle-in-
law.
"And it's just as well that fate saved
me from making fool ofmyself," says
Mr. Peterson, exultantly N Y. News.