The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1906-11-23


have. and then got the money on the
strength Of owning the lot. AFTER THIS
ne built a monument to his own sue
cess in the form of an apartment
house in which he set up his own
home. and on the granite front OF
which he blazoned his triumph In
carved letters reading "Moriarty Mai
sonette.'
BY a mere chance. no one except
Florence. the elevator boy was at
hand when Miss Cordelia Byrne called
10 inspect the fifth floor back. which
was advertised for rent. She took II
and her furniture came the next morn
ing when Mr.. Morlarty was again alb
sent
Miss Byrne was about 20 years Of
age slender, OF middle stature and
dressed habitually in black or dark
HUE How anyone who looked at her
melting blue eyes. her sensitive pout-
ing mouth. and her pale complexion,
enriched by her auburn hair. could
have found reason to doubt her good
ness. few men would be able 10 say
Among her belongings was an up
right piano. and she and It combined
altered the temper of the people in
the Moriarty Maisonette with sud.
denness. and 10 degree. which was
astonishing. This was because she
and il either knew but one tune, or,
At any rate. played but one. This
was a dainty. ripping triile by Pader-
ewsN. On the first afternoon and
evening Miss Byrne played the Pader-
ewsN peasant dance over some dozen
,imes. Now when the exquisite. roll
liking. merry. melodic current flowed
through the wall 10 the fifth floor
front. through the floor 10 the fourth
story suites and through the ceiling
10 the sixth story's tiny homes, the
star" tenant sat entranced. his silken-
robed better half leaned forward.
plucking her youngest from the floor
10 bid Il listen TO the poorly moo
zcks" Upstairs and downstairs the
delighted tenants blessed the day that
Moliartys builders scamped their
work. leaving the house so like col
ander that Cordelia Byrne could play
them all into the seventh heaven OF
delight with Paderewski's peasant
dance-so suited to the Joyous tenn
permanent OF the Irish audience and TO
their pretty taste in music.
Miss Dyrne was t. en- into the
warmest corners of the hearts in the
Maisonette on that night. She could
almost have demanded instant mem
bership in the Bloomingdale Bowling
club. 20 which nearly all the tenants
belonged
That was. as we recollect H. on a
Friday night The following Wednes-
day found everything unchanged ex-
cept the temper OF Moriarty's tenants.
That night the Pinochle club. com
posed % six OF the male tenants OF
the AIaisonette. met in Mr.. Mahoney's
apartments. Five of the members
were on hand promptly and waited
Tor sir Moriarty. the sixth, 10 arrive.
Miss Cordelia Byrne. in the rear suite
on the same floor with the Mahoneys.
RECALLED the club members with that
choice moroccan OF Paderewskis TO
which we have referred. and with
which ali the men and women in the
Maisonette had for some time been
familiar.
The plot was afoot. The innocent
proprietor of what he once boosted as
being the happiest bunch of homes on
the island" was TO be trapped when he
came for a nights enjoyment. by a
rebellious band OF tenants who had
sworn that either they. Miss Byrne or
her piano must leave the house on the
first OF the incoming month.
Meanwhile Miss Byrne finished the
one hundred and sxty-eighth rendi.
ton of the dainty peasant dance. and,
closing the piano. moved across the
neat and coy parlor, family perfumed
with delicate odor OF lilac. TO the lit.
Tie writing table and penned a note
TO her sister. We may read over her
shoulders as she writes:
There is nothing to write. only |
know YOU are wondering. 1t is win
all or lose all with me. | may go back
70 the counter OF a department store
but II won't be until have to.
I've taken the little money mother
A+tN hAAA AhANAtu tue
and dressed myself with the quletest
taste. so as TO look ladylke on the
smallest outlay. I've thrown myself
headlong into everything that's doing
n swell church. and | am so quiet
anu demure that | don't think you'd
recognize your merry romp OF sister
u you saw me. Butter wouldn't melt
IN my mouth and | never lift my eyes
above the sidewalk. / should have
thought by this time some man would
break his neck. almost TO get acquaint.
ca with me, just TO see II he couldn't
maze me raise my eyes.
The trouble is that only see won.
en- az the church. and ! made bad
ehoice Of an apartment house because
lue men here are nearly all married
ana are such oysters that not one has
yet made my acquaintance. The land
loil IS single, though, and rich.
Not That ! want to fool anybody.
i'n dear Only, I'm as good as any
sii mats got a home. and husband
ani love. I'M too good to stand and