The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1905-07-07
MOVING TROUBLES.

bloodedness to call this finding 9
new home" To such base use does
the sweet word home" sometimes
fall.
AS the husband of the family vul-
carly remarked, at was up to us to
get the fast rollers under us and go
looking for fiat" So, all business
and hope and street car fare, we be-
gan looking.
I looked. He looked. She looked.
We looked. We looked alone. In
pairs, in bunch. With the best we
had on us, with the worst we had. In
cold, in heat, in shine and storm.
Sundays, nights, by advertisement, by
telephone, on the advice OF friends,
even after we were told by every
agent that there were no flats to be
had but those no one wanted and
those none but billionaires could af-
ford.
Yet in our waking hours these
words loomed before us: Must move
on account of alterations" So we
knew we must not cease our quest.
This is a large city and there are
many flats in it, you know. But none
there seemed for us. So, after fam
fly consultation, neither short nor
sweet, we decided to board. After a
necessary Tightening Of belts all
around we set out in opposite direc-
tons to look for some boarding place
to take us in.
Instead, each Of us, to a man, found
a nice, desirable fiat, and when we
compared notes each of us, to man,
had made a five dollar deposit.
Language was insufficient to ex-
press our feelings, for we had now to
get our rickety nerves into shape to
try to get two of the deposits back.
, Back! AS well try to turn back the
sun, or the wind, or an automobile.
Those agents were there to do busi-
ness, and we were business for them
that day.
Indignantly we sought our topsy-
turvy fiat and decided that we must
lose two of the deposits. We agreed
to take the remaining fiat. We did
take it and paid months rent to in
sure the decorating and cleaning.
Anyhow the looking was over and
we could get right down to the pack
ing up. Oh, delectable task! Joyful
occupation!
Saturday evening we got back our de-
post Of a months rent on our new
fat and polite note saying the pres
ent tenants had decided to stand the
advance in price and remain where
they were.
What a night! All cannot-must
not be told, but along with the rest,
the husband in trying to give vent to
his feelings so that he would not ex-
actly burst, kicked a packing case so
hard rusty nail went through his
shoe into his foot, and the surgeon
summoned looked pretty serious over
the wound.
If that was a blue night, the Sun
day morning was not any less blue.
We had to vacate the fiat the follow
ing morning. The looking had to be
done all over again.
deep seams in my heart. But found
something and made a deposit on it
and went home to report that 1 had
secured place that made me sick to
think of. A supper of Clipped beef,
bread and butter and tea, eaten from
a soap-scented commode, was no
spirit-raising collation. to end up
with.
II there was ever an exaggerated
case of ''the problems of life in great
city, We had one that night. Two Of
us cried ourselves to sleep. Men get
so angry they can't cry.
We were up at five o'clock the next
morning, the wounded foot in a ban
dage and split slipper. The vans
were to be there at eight O'Clock.
Hearses would have been as well
come.
Here We were going to leave our
nice, light f1at-oh, but we now loved
Tito live in dark fiat at a big in
crease in rent. Our own street was
almost as nice as a boulevard, while
that to which we were going was lit
tie better than an alley. Now we en-
joyed first-class transportation, while
we were going where there was next
to none.
SLAM bang the confounded fiat bus
iness anyhow" said the husband.
Don't excite your foot!" cried two
voices.
Mind your own business!" he
shouted in reply.
That's asking too much" 1 replied.
and l SO worried about your punc-
ture."
Il guess I'm able to take care of it
myself" he snarled. you tend to
your own knittin'."
"Brute!" cried a third voice. .to
speak like that to a good wife,"
Both of you get out of here and
let me alone! / want no old hen in
terference!"
"old hen! haven't seen SO yet and
She is but thir-2S!"
Hysterical sobs were now rising
from two places in the room.
Just then the bell rang.
Anger does not redden the nose as
In