The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1902-12-09
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this room and that, Mr.. Peterson kept
revolving this same excellent idea in
his mind.
Miss JEANNE" he said. somewhat
awkwardly. as they turned downstairs.
i''supposing ! should = ahem - adopt
your suggestion. what would be your
fancy in furnishing a suite Of roor1s?-
.'Let me see" said JEANNE, looking
composedly around. I'D paper the
room in white and gold and I'd fill the
windows with canary birds and pants
and I'd have blue carpet and bue
silk chairs and SOFAS
"You Ike b,ue2"
VERY much; it is my fayorite
color"
/ blue it shall be. them" cried the
delighted bachelor. Mrs. Cope, If
you should decide to take the house
you viii please reserve these rooms
for me. and-and Mrs. Peterson,
ma'am. at $50 week"
Z 4 shall be very happy. sir" said
Mrs. Cope. Jennie. stop laughing;
you behave exactly Ike little school
girl You viii give me till tomorrow
morning. sir. TO deeide?"
Certainly. Misunderstanding
I As he turned, after seeing them of.
already in Imagination leading Jean
ME Cope 10 the fower-decked altar, a
slender. good-looIging young man of
some four OF five and twenty stood be
side him.
Good morning, uncle" he cried,
breathlessly.
Good morning, joe" returned Mr.
Peterson, nodding TO Mr.. Joseph
Franklin, his only nephew. What
brings you here in such a hurry2'
+ is your house let yet, uncle?"
-Yes-nO-I don't exactly know
responded Mr.. Peterson, little awk-
wardly. What does II matter TO you
whether it is or not, hey, you young
scapegraee?"
Much. sir. To tell you the truth.
] was thinking of renting it myself"
.'Youi"
I Yes. I. I'm going to be married
next week. uncle"
I "A very sensible plan," said Mr.. Pc
terson. beamingly.
I I'm glad you approve of II. sir. and,
I in case my wife and conclude 10 take
few boarders, can I have your prom
Use TO consider you as oneg"
That is, in case you take the
hOuse2"
Yes"
Il can't promise; in fact. I think I've
already engaged myself" said Mr.. Pc
terSon, importantly. To speak frank
7 ". Joe, I've some idea of marrying my
self"
You. uncle2" exclaimed Franklin,
in amazement
And why not?" testify demanded
Mr.. Petro Peterson. his bald head
turning pink with excitement. I'm
not Methuselah. Why shouldn't get
married."
There's no reason on earth why you
Shouldn't. uncle" responded Joe.
smothering a laugh; only. you see,
you took me rather by surprise. In
that case why shouldn't We have the
pleasure Of accommodating both Mrs.
Z Peterson and yourself?"
because. sir" said Mr.. Peterson. sen
itentiously. because my mother-in-law
that is TO be takes bOarders. sir. few
boarders in a genteel sort of way. and
I've all but promised myself TO her"
"'An but There is a chance, then,
Of"
"A very slender one" unwilhngly ad-
mitted Mr.. Peterson.
"And if you should make no other ar
rangement you viii let us have the
house?"
Yves. I suppose So"
There can be no harm in my bring
ing her TO look at the house this after
noon after Office hours?"
NO. 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"
in a minute. Twelve and sixteen.
and-there, then. Joe. how can a man
add up his accounts with you stamp
ing round the room like a wild buffalo2
Yes, yes. I'll go down and see her. and
then perhaps / shall have a little peace
of my life"
He followed his nephew resignedly
down 10 the parlor. thinking the while
of far other things. and suffered him
self TO be led TO little sofa in the bay
window. where a slender young lady
was sitting. toying rather nervously
with pink parasol.
Uncle" said Joe. proudly. "this is
my promised wife, JEANNE, this is
Uncle Petro Peterson"
JEANNE Cope." gasped the aston
Sshed bachelor.
You'll give me kiss. uncle. won't
you?" said JEANNE, putting up her
coral lips in the most bewitehing way
in the world. Il said il was mamma
this morning; but it was really ice
and / that wanted the house"
1T was. eh?" said Mr.. Peterson.
with a curious commingling of sensa-
tions.
Eyes. and you know you promised TO