Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-09
HER NEW NEIGHBORs

Mrs. Gitnext. in the third floor front Mt.
Pleasant nat heard sounds coming up the
dumb-waiter shaft indicating that tenants
were moving into the second floor front
fiat.
"H'h-tfrat fats taken at last" she
unused. 81 wonder what kind of people
they are"
She walked over to the dumb-waiter
shaft, opened the shaft door and listened.
They've got a noisy small boy-I can
hear him asking questions said Mrs. Git
next to herself. --.And a dog Of some kind
or other. Lean hear the tinlklins of the
bells on his collar. hope to goodness
gracious sakes alive they've got no squall-
ing babies"
She bent closer to the dumb-waiter shaft.
1--WE been hoping against hope that that
fiat never would be taken while we were
here" she went on musing. II don't know
what we shall do deed don't, IL they
have q horrid old. rattlety-bang. tin-panny
plano 1 wonder II there are any screechy
young. women taking vocal lessons in the
family?
The sound of the voice Of the moving-in
mistress of the fiat below. giving directions
to the movers came up brokenlY.
THAT woman has q hard voice." unused
have to know her! That's one thing to be
grateful for anyhow. And they'll get some
of the mice and water bugs from our nat.
too. That's another thing. I just wish
they'd get them ail!'
the shaft.
II knew itr exclaimed Mrs. Gitnext to
herself. II just felt that they'd have
whole establishment }as h.t , iIea x And
1 s'pose thatn go on at all hours OF the
nightt And I spose they'll have the water
turned on down there all the time, espe-
hot mo-
able to get bit of water up here to wash
the dishes with or anything else. DO nope
the man doesn't drink and come In whoop,
Ing and ringing all Of the fiat bells at all
hours Of the night!
..And 1 do hope that that brat Of a boy
isn't learning the cornet or the flute. era
cious me, and the flow OF gas up mere Is
weak enough as it is. and now that those
horrid people have moved IN down there
s'pose we won't have enough light to see
each others faces by!
II wonder what rent they pay? That
fiat isn't half as pretty as ours, but, pelne
on the second floor, maybe-weli. l dunno.
It's differently arranged from ours, and
femme see. their kitchen Is right under our
dining room, and we'll have the smell or
their cooking all the time. all over the
place. Oh, I wonder what KIND OF Iurni-
ture they've got?'
Mrs. Gitnext ran to one OF. the front WIN
dows of her fiat. A big van was drawn up
at the curbstone below.
IL,
unused Mrs. Gitnext some more. "Oh, OF
course, they've got one or two pretty
plan for those, no
doubt But just look at that old marble
topped table, If that doesn't date back
to the Bfackhawk war, l don't know: !
s'pose they've got one Of those mounted
wax flower things with glass cover
over it, And an aged French GIT CLOCK
picturing a little girl putting on spec,
tacles, with I'm Grandmamma Now
printed under it.
wei. of all the battered, buggy-look-
ing old trunks! And tied up with old
pieces of rope, too! What's the name on
the end of that trunk, wonder? l wish
that moving man would up-end 1t, so 1
could see. And there's typewriter. l
wonder which of EN- uses the typewriter?
Perhaps the man takes in typewriting
work, and we'll hear that awful click
clicking in the middle of the night"
Another big van pulled up at the curb.
My, but they've got sight of old junk,
all ready to fall apart" Mrs. Gitnext
continued musing: "Um-kitchen chairs.
1 saw some just like those the other day
for 40 cents Wen, that's a neat httle
Now, I'd just like to know where they
ever got that! I'm going to make Mr..
Gitnext get me a new chiffonier. Desk,
too. / wonder If the man down there Is
going to set up an office, or what?
My, look at that old horsehair sofa!
Did you ever in all your born days? I
s'pose she tells everybody it's an heir
LOOM and it certainly looks it! And
folding bed that looks like a spiritual
istic cabinet!
II don't see any dishes-oh. yes, there
they are in that barrel. 1 guess they
can't be overbudened with Dresden or
Limoges, packing their dishes in that
old barrel!
Mercy on u.s. how many saucepans have
they got! One, two. three-I wonder if
they're going to start a boarding house in
a fiat? 1 am just perfectly sure the smell
of their awful cooking will come up our
dumb-waiter shaft and drive us out of
house and home. just know those folks'll
live on boiled cabbage and fried onions!
We'll, If that piano doesn't look as II
it's a thousand years old! I expect they'll
all be playing Monastery Bells and The
Maiden's Prayer on 1t just as soon as the
men get it upstairs.
That's nice lean-back chair, though
green velour cover. I'm going to make
Mr.. Gitnext get me new lean-back chair.
And what really pretty cabinet! I'm
going to make Mr.. Gitnext get me a new
cabinet at once!
II wonder If she is stylish? Oh, well, I
don't know-I guess I've got some things
in the way of clothes that'n show her!
From the hard sound Of her voice sup
pose her husband never dares to jaw her.
so we'll be spared that, at any rate, maybe.
But I s'pose II we as much as walk across
the floor up here late at night they'll be
complaining to the janitor that we hold reg
ular Indian revels in this fiat till 4 o'clock
in the morning!
'Of course, they'll get all Of the heat out
of the steam pipes, and / s'pose they'll
keep the heat turned on from every ra-
diator right up to the first of next May, just
for meanness, to keep anybody else from
getting warmed up! Oh, yes, spOse she'll
be wanting to send her rubbish box down
on the dumb waiter first In the morning, just
because she's on the second floor, but I'll
attend to that! Such privileges belong to
folks that've been longest in nat houses.
Just look at those heavy, stuffy old car
pets! That's real sweet little jardiniere,
though. I'm going to make Mr.. Gitnext
get me one like that.
well, If that brat of a boy down there
isn't pounding on a drum already"
After seeing all Of the furniture unloaded
Mrs. Gitnext got ready for her trip to the
market. When she descended to the hall
she stopped in the vestibule to see If the
new tenants had already put their card in
the glass-covered letter box The new
tenants had. The card read: Mr.. Edward
Reelnice."
Mrs Gitnext raced right upstairs and
knocked on the hall door Of the second
forefront fat. The new mistress thereof
opened the door.
'fWhy, Gertrude Reelnice" rapturously
exclaimed Mrs. Gitnext, II hadn't the least
idea In the wide world that you were NOV
ing here! Who would ever have dreamed
that you were coming to the same place
with us! And isn't it perfectly lovely that