The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1907-06-27
The Fifteen
Minute Way,
BY Annie
Hamilton
Donnell,

how she loved campaigns. Women
were queer. but one of them was
dear. go ahead, and find place
with all the windows to the south
and all the closets right
That's what am planning, DEAR
smiled gently the small woman.
There is the right place for us
somewhere, and I shall not spare
time or pains to find it. It will very
likely take lot of hunting and trail
ing up and down stairs, but | shall
do my best.
Thus quite as suddenly as the If
teen minute house had been engaged
1t was snuffed out of existence, so
far as the consideration of it as a
Torrey residence went.
Found southern exposure YETI
Mr.. Torrey asked, with unfailing po-
likeness. each day, when the little
family assembled for the evening.
And 1t was becoming noticeable that
the answers lacked variety and orig
inality as much as the questions.
| Not yet" was the invariable re-
ply.
| It had not occurred to the deter
mined little house-hunter to look at
the house which Mr.. Torrey had en-
! gagged. She had not given that an
instant's serious thought.
The very righteousness of the in
cident robbed it of importance, and
made it a thing only to be laughed
at. Men were such funny creatures!
Here had she been Systematically
searching for house for almost a
week, and a man took fifteen min
utes!
1t was presently full week. Mrs.
Torrey was very tired. She nodded
in her chair evenings, and her hus-
band repented of his teasing. He
made frequent resolutions to tease
no more, but the bantering little
query slipped between his lips be-
fore he knew it with persistent regu-
larity.
mo, haven't found any southern
exposure-or northern exposure, or
eastern or WESTERN" she flashed back
the eighth night with considerable
spirit. And I've been to forty-three
places! It's the work of lifetime,
/ do believe! OF course there are
places enough, but just when you're
trying to think over one will do, you
open closet door, and it's too small.
the closet, / mean, or else you
can't find any closet door when there
ought to be one. There was place
on Cabot street that I came near de-
Gliding on till saw the china-closet.
and place On-oh, / don't know
what street, but it would have done
very well except for the drawers
where | should keep my tablecloths.
wasn't going to fold them again.
And the boys room in one house was
| too small, and SO on, forty-three
times! I'm discouraged, but'-here
spoke the chin-"I shall begin again
Monday morning"
On the following Thursday Mrs.
Torrey's tired face was the one to
show jubilation at the boarding
house tea-table. The lines of weari-
ness trailed OF and were lost in the
evident elation. It bespoke success.
The three boys scented popovers
ii it. It was hard work to wait for
tie family assembly upstairs.
Found q south-well, we'll. don't
keep US waiting. mother!" Mr.. Tor
rey began. as soon as the door closed
behind them. You've something up
iyour sleeve needn't tell mel
Yes, have, she laughed. And
Its q house! o George, boys. I've
found the dearest little place!
Not everything exposures and
closets and drawers and everything?'
Mr.. Torrey demanded. unbelievingly.
Exposuresdrawers closets -
back yards pantry shelves every
thing, recited the house-flnder. AT
last, after all my work we'll, think
deserve It! OF course there's the
coal i-but never mind that. It's
a darling little house. =
Good! cried Mr.. Torrey, heartily.
1T congratulate you, Mary. OF course
you bound the trade? Z"
Did what 9
Engaged It.
"Of course I did nothing of the
kind. didn't decide all III i min-
ute like that, Of course. I'm going
to sleep on it 6
May never get a chance & be-
gan her husband, but relented. The
shadows under the small woman's
eyes undid him.
49, Z q