Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1906-12-07


himself. Starting with nothing but
health and ambition, he got a city lot
on the strength of money he did not
have, and then got the money ON the
strength of owning the lot. After this
he built 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 mere chance, no one except
Florence, the elevator boy, was at
hand when Miss Cordelia Byrne called
to inspect the fifth floor back. which
was advertised for rent. She took it
and her furniture came the next morn
ing, when Mr.. Moriarty was again abb
sent.
Miss Byrne was about 20 years OF
age, slender, of middle stature and
dressed habitually in black or dark
blue 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 to 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 to degree, which was
astonishing This was because she
and it either knew but one tune. or,
at any rate, played but one. This
was dainty, ripping trifle by Pader-
ewski. On the first aiyernoon and
evening Miss Byrne played the Pader-
ewski peasant dance over some dozen
times. Now when the exquisite. roll
licking. merry, melodic current flowed
through the wall to the fifth floor
front, through the floor to the fourth
story suites and through the ceiling
to the sixth story's tiny homes, the
star tenant sat entranced. his silken-
robed better half leaned forward,
plucking her youngest from the floor
to bid 1t listen to "the pooty moo
zicks." Upstairs and downstairs the
delighted tenants blessed the day that
Moifarty's 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 Byrne was taken 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, to which nearly all the tenants
belonged.
That was, as we recollect It, 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 of six of the male tenants OF
the Maisonette, met in Mr.. Mahoney's
apartments. Five of the members
we're on hand promptly and waited
| for Mr.. Moriarty, the sixth, to arrive.
Miss Cordelia Byfne, 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 all the men and women in the
Maisonette had for some time been
familiar.
/ The plot was afoot. The innocent
proprietor of what he once boasted as
being the happiest bunch of homes or
the island" was to be trapped when he
came for a nights enjoyment, by {
rebelIious band of tenants who hat
sworn that either they, Miss Byrne o.
her piano must leave the house on thu
first of the incoming month.
Meanwhile Miss Byrne finished tn,
one hundred and sixty-eighth rendi
ton of the dainty peasant dance. and
closing the plano, moved across thu
neat and coy parlor, family perfume,
with delicate odor OF lilac. to the Iii
tie writing table and penned not
to her sister. We may read over he
shoulders as she writes:
There is nothing to write, only
know you are wondering. It Is wi
all or lose all with me. | may go bac
to the counter of department stor
but 1t won't be until have to.
i've taken the little money mothe
left me and furnished the apartment
and dressed myself with the quotes
taste, so as to look ladylike ON tn
, smallest outlay. I've thrown myse
headlong into everything that's doin
in swell church, and | am SO quite
and demure that l don't think you
recognize your merry romp OF a siste
If you saw me. Butter wouldn't me
in my mouth and | never lift my eye
alb the sidewalk. / should ha,
thought by this time some man wou
break his neck, almost to get acquain
ed with me, just to see If he couldn
make me raise my eyes.
"The trouble is that only see wor
en- at the church, andI made be
choice of an apartment house becau
the men here are nearly all MARI.