Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1907-01-16

ana broad. and stYaight. with dark
| hair that was just beginning Ii, show
gray. He had not a bad face S,the-
and l wondered how he could ever
nave taken to such wicked ways. He
mad taken on his own coat and vest.
and soon he began trying on some of
johns. Then 1 noticed that he al
ready mad on pair OF Johns trous-
ers. He was right particular but at
iast ne found coat and vest of brt,wn
that matched the trousers. and put
them on. Then, would you believe IL,
he put all the scattered garments
carefully back into the trunk. plew
out the lamp, and almost befots I
knew II was out of the window. When
L looked In the morning. found that
not another thing was missing. though
there was plenty lying around that
! might be supposed to be agreeable to
burglars. Ordinary burglars are bad
enough, Sue; but burglars that c.mo
and pick and choose amang dead
mems clothes and take nothing but
one old suit are not natural
The next morning | mad. 10 my
mind that there would have 10 he a
man in the house; and since I'm past
the age when men will ask me TO
marry them, I've simply had to ask
| them"
When the postman came that after.
noon, he brought just forty-four let.
tiers, all addressed to "P, 27I3 Sew.
enty-ninth street" Miss Pritchett read
them in calmly critical spirit. "They
| are a pretty poor lot to choose
| FROM" she remarked CONTEMPORARY
to her sister when she had fiidshed
| Il hope the morning mail will bring
something better. Most OF these fools
have wasted their ink describin' theic
own handsome persons, or tellil' me
! how despritly they have fallen in
love with me merely from readin' my
advertisement | don't believe any OF
! them know enough about farming to
| tell the difference between a head OF
| cabbage and a peck of peas. There's
one, though that is respectful and
sensible. | think I'll write that mar
! that he can call in the morning II
! can do no harm to look him over 40
| for the others" she finished her
sentence by gathering up the mass OF
! correspondence in her capaciouf
apron and carrying 1t out to tho
| kitchen stove
The morning mail brough: even
more answers, and Miss Pritchett
was busily engaged in going through
them when there was a determined
| pull at the door-bell-
Mary" giggled Mrs. Stubbs, re-
turning from the front door, ITS the
sutton"
Miss Pritchett put ac,ae her let.
ters. carefully adjusted her neck band.
and marched calmly to the parlcr.
I received your note asking me to-
call" said a pleasant voice as she
entered, and came at once" The
speaker was tall and broad, with a
good face and clear blue eyes that
looked straight at Miss Pritchett as
he talked. His brown clothes were
neat and well brushed, but cut in the
style of several seasons before. My
method Of introducing myself. Mad
anne" he continued with quiet dig.
nifty, 'Is not such as | should, pei
haps have desired, but / trust"
"Jerusha!" interrupted Miss Pritch-
EFT, her equanimity for once shaken,
The BURGLAR"
II really don't understand, Mad.
ame." said the visitor, mildly.
! "Oh, yes, you do" retorted Miss
! Pritchett. her courage returning I'M
der opposition. where did you get
! those trousers. sir? And that coat
and vest? Oh, you needn't try to tell
me. | know we'll enough. You stole
them out OF my house in the country
three nights ago"
A smile broke slowly over tho
mans face. They are very comfort.
able. Madame" he said coolly. Then
he added with grave concern. II can
explain. Madame, but pray believe roe
that"
mo" broke in Miss Pritchett, We
hemently. I'll not believe anything
until you toll me why you broke into
my house IN the middle of the night
and took poor Johns clothes
John" he said, seemed TO have
plenty more"
Don't be impertinent sir she
snapped. why did you break into my
house,"
That. madam" he said after
thoughtful pause. "1s a secret"
"a secret" screar~ed Miss Pritch
ett her buxom person almost burst.
/ ing with rage You outrageous
house-breaking fellow III teach you
to make fun Of Mary Pritcbett"
/ Then, as a smile stole slowly over her
! face. she continued with a half-laugh:
"A secret. is IL? Well. like conun
/ drums Suppose we sit down and
talk about IT,"
We'll said Miss Pritchett, an hour
later as her visitor arose to go, you
seem TO be in the habit OF taking
| whafnvnr Won want even though Won