The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1907-06-27

The next morning but one % a.
cited little woman appeared 81
George Torrey's place Of business.
~, Mary why, my dear!,' that
| gentleman exclaimed, distressed ut
Ionce BY the palpable signs 81 trouble
I've lost It, George! nv lovely
little house! Look out Of the win
dow don't look at meor I shall
Icry! It's all to do over againall-
ALL"
There, there. he soothed her.
Tell me all about IT. And Mary.
grown suddenly weak, told all.
Some one had engaged it already
lit wasn't to be let at all, but the
child didn't know. I suppose cot
my slips mixed, and there weren't
any dates, anyway
The child? Slips? Dates?', Had
househunting gone to her brain?
20 dear, yes, how stupid you are!
Cant you understand? The newspap-
er slips / cut out! That one must
have been week or two old. The
woman said some one engaged the
! house a while ago, and she forgot to
tell the child. She was away and
she-O dear, the woman was away,
and the child showed me over the
| place and never knew It vas engaged
already. And, o George, we'll board
till we die-I never can begin again!
could never find another beautiful
little house like that, never! There
was the loveliest set Of drawers for
table linen. And the back plaza
and the perfectly splendid great clos
et-big enough to sleep in-and
hooks everyWhere"
Mary, you take the next car home
md go to bed. Don't get up till I
ONE. Then we'll go round to that
! that little place I-er-hunted up,
Oh know. It belongs to me for q
God fortnight yet. I didn't let on to
on, but l paid months rent down.
!; Iaybe you'll think it's better than
oarding, anyhow. Cheer up! Well
Measure for carpets and things. and
aave fine time buying them! You've
got to let me run things now: you're
all done up"
Yes, yes,' she murmured, meek
ly. You can do anything you please,
George anything. The fight has all
gone out of me. I'm ready to board
or keep house, anywhere =
It's pretty good little place, now
tell you," he hustled cheerfully,
getting her under way for her car.
Don't you do any more worrying.
Leave things to me"
They went together that afternoon.
She was still too worn and discour-
aged, even after her hours of rest,
| to take much notice Of directions or
streets, but allowed herself to be led,
lamblike. by the cheerful George.
She kept remembering on the way
more and more charms of the lovely
house she had found and lost.
We could almost have kept house
| in that closet" she lamented. And,
| o George Torrey, the parlor mantel!"
Never mind! Never mind" said
George, with splendid courage. Just
wait till you see my house! Here we
are" And lamenting still. she suf-
fered herself to be- led in.
The rooms were bare. but full Of
coy possibilities. In the one they
entered first lay bars of red-gold
sunlight from the Illuminated west.
Mrs. Torrey gazed about her listless-
|1y.
George
The listlessness suddenly took
swift wings. George! Oh, wait a
minute right here! I'll be
back in moment"
She hurried from room to room
came hurrying back. She was laugh
ing radiantly, sheepishly. sGeorge!
George" she cried It's my house!
My lovely little house! Do you sup
pose don't know the parlor mantel
and the coal-bin and the closet! I
recognize everything now. It's my
darling little housed"
No such thing he retorted. =
discovered this house myself-it took
me less than fifteen minutes. Z
And me two weeks. George,
give up-house-hunting is mans
work. might have been making
popovers here this very minute! -
Youths Companion.