The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1902-12-09
His One Love Dream
Ii Lasted Nearly One Day. and Thinks He
Escaped yery Easily.

MINE o'clock of lovely April morn
IN ing. with the air breathing soft
scents Of budding grass and early
spring violets. while overhead the
blue sky stretched its dazzling dome,
ike an arch of glittering sapphire.
Its spring in good earnest" said
Mr.. Petro Peterson. as he sat 81 his
window. his heels poised on the tx
IRENE outer ledge. and a fragrant cigar
pertaining the surrounding atmos-
phere "Heigho, / can almost fancy
how the dandelions are starring over
the hills Of the old New Hampshire
farm where l was born, Who would
think that it was the 25th of April
already? 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-for-
" years OF age. with bright hazel eyes.
and neat, compact little hgure-one
Of those men whose very air ard gait.
even though they were never TO speak
word, make the perpetual proclama-
ton: Il am a man of money and posi-
tion."
4 don't see why Mrs. Parker want
ed TO give up the house" went on Mr..
Peterson, in his unsylabled soliloquy.
she says it's because the price of
board is falling. and she can't 1fford
TO keep up the establishment, y
great mistake Of hers in my opinion
a great mistakeI She's the only wom-
an l ever knew who could make a real
French cmelet. OF knew what cafe nOir
meant. I'm almost tempted TO wish-al
most say-that had married some
nice, sensible little girl % good years
ago; for-dear me, what can all that
ringing at the bell mean? Why don't
Mrs. Parker answer il? Do the people
mean to pull the wire out bodily,
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 apart
ment, 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. told EN- would they
call again. but they said perhaps Mr..
Peterson would oblige 'em!"
Very cool of EN-. upon my wordl"
cried Mr.. Peterson. mentally exeerat-
ing the whole race of house hunters.
Il beg your pardon, Mr.. Peterson. +"
cried voice as soft and spTightly as
the notes of the bluebird, but mamma
and have so many places TO go 10. 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
pretty insolence of demeanor. as she
stood in the doorway, balancing fairy
parasol on her finger. and looking with
Saucy artlessness round his bachelor
sanctum. while Mrs. COpe's matron.y
countenanee appeared in the back
ground
You can allow us the privilege of
looking at your house" said JEANNE.
coaNingly. "I-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 board
ers she might eontrive TO meet ex-
penses!"
Exactly So" said mild Mrs. Cope.
''Are you going 10 move elsewhere?'
asked JEANNE of our hero. as she
glanced at the half-paeked trunks.
'My landlady is" groaned Mr.. Petro
Peterson. Its 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
married?"
Because I was fooli"
"And why don't you get married
now?" pursued the relentless little
sprite.
would you" questioned Mr.. Peter
son, gravely. ''it you were I?'
'Of course I would. Get married and
board with us. Mamma win give you
this room, and"