The Ely miner., 1910-09-16

agent myself. If you have property to
sell-that is, If you have property to
dispose of-that is"
"Why, how lucky" she replied.
"You can go home with me and see
mother and ask her a lot of ques-
tions. If you have enough money with
you we may make sale right Off
today. l assure you we are willing to
take fa,- price. 1t isn't possible that
you are an artist, too?'
"Yes'm!" he boldly replied, though
he wanted 70 club himself the next
instant.
You may want to change the land
scape around the house, if you buy?"
was suggested as they were chugging
toward The Beeches.
Eyes. 1 have changed landscapes" B."
"How splendid! Mamma thinks IL
the creek had another bend toward the
house it would add to the scenery"
IF so, I'll fix it. / am a creek
bender. That is, can put all kinds
of twists in creek"
Miss Melincent was awed. She had
taken the young man for gentleman
Of leisure and he had turned out to
be real estate man, an artist, a
landscape gardener and a creek twist
er. She was glad of the accident. She
was glad she had not gone on to Rose
Manor and dealt with the little man
with the big sign.
Mr.. Eugene Bamford looked at The
Beeches through the eyes of real
estate man. and he looked at Miss
Melincent Davis through the eyes Of
a young man rapidly falling in love.
He had the mother to deal with, how
ever, and after spending an hour
looking over the property and taking
his departure she said of him:
We'll, Mr. Bamford is the queerest
four acres here and he thought there
must be nine. He at first thought
the place ought to sell for $4,000, and
then came down to $1,000. Didn't
you hear him speak of the house as
Queen-Anne?"
Il think the accident must have rat
tied him, mother"
II was CllucI VI uo ID Juot
learning the real estate business"
Mr. Bamford called the next day
and brought man to repair the run
about He wanted to know the low
est cash price for the property; he
went down and looked at the creek
that needed another twist; he hunted
for landmarks and looked over old
deeds, and by and by, he was at lib
erty to look at and criticise Miss
Melincent's two sketches. He scratched
his ear and looked very serious and
finally asked if the creek was not run
ming uphill instead Of down. In the
other he readily recognized the wood
pecker as quail.
Can you make him out?" asked the
mother after he had gone.
''Why, he seems to be very nice
man." was the reply.
"But he called that woodpecker
quail"
Perhaps that accident broke rib
for him and he's bravely trying to
hide the fact from US" replied the
daughter.
In two days Mr.. Bamford was back
to look over those deeds again. On
this occasion he decided that the
creek ought to have two twists In 1t.
He also called that woodpecker
blackbird. He thought he could pay
1900 cash down for The Beeches,
and then spoke of buying on the in
stallment plan. Then he sat for an
hour on the yeranda with Miss Melin-
cent and talked about books and
poetry and Europe to her, and not one
word of real estate. The next time
he called in he made the excuse that
he was just going past and thought
he would stop for moment to see II
that creek didn't want as many as
three twists, but he remained for two
hours. At his next call he heard a
voice saying to him:
"Mr. Bamford, have heard of your
mother and heard of you. You are
no real estate agent"
mo, ma'am."
"You are no artist"
mo, ma'am."
"You are no landscape gardener"
mo, ma'am."
You are no creek-twister!"
mo, ma'am."
"Then what are you?"
Just a young man who admires
your daughter, and proposes to fall In
love with her, and make her fall in
love with him, and then ask your con-
sent to marry her and keep the dear
old Beeches in the family"
And impostor tha. he was. he won
the girl in less than a year.