Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1912-10-11

Here the best girl that ever worked
out stumbles in on us by accident,
, and we get a janitor who serves us an
though we were moguls."
Things went on this way for |
months. Henry Sparks told five real |
estate agents to quit looking up a
country home for him. You can't beat |
the combination I've got right hers In
the heart of Chicago" he said.
A box OF cigars went long way
with the janitor. He insisted on
beating the Sparks rugs, he gilded the
radiators, he fixed the door knobs, and
toward the end of the second month
he was washing the windows every
other day. The windows of the other
flats were dingy and finger-marked.
Rosa was pearl of great price. She
anticipated every wish of every mem
Der of the family. There was little
left for Mrs. Sparks to do but to en-
broider and to mend Frances stock
ings. For some reason or other,
Henry Sparks, though he had always
prided himself on his perspicaoity,
never noticed that whenever William
found that something in the kitchen
needed fixing the job was always one
that required three or four days time.
: One night Mr.. Sparks went down
town to do some work. He didn't get
back till one o'clock. He slipped off
his shoes at the door so as not to
awaken his wife. He passed through
r the hall, and feeling hungry he went
: back through the dining room with a
4 | mind and nnnnfifo nvplnrip O
t the kitchen pantry. The door leading
d into the kitchen was shut. In his
e stocking feet Mr.. Sparks made no
!, noise. He opened the door quickly.
The kitchen gas was burning. From
a the far end of the room came a click
+ ing noise. William the janitor was
L standing at attention with his heels
q brought sharply together. AS the man
a jumped to the position of soldier
e Mr.. Sparks saw that one of his arms
n had just dropped from it's position OF
embrace about the waist of Rosa, the
3 maid.
3 Mr.. Sparks was Mortified He went
l. back to days when as "non-com" he
e had verbally lashed some bluecoat
6 duty derelict.
| w iildul, ne Sulu III a voice o.
s. thunder, how dare you! You're &
ID scoundrel, sir!'
'f Williams hand went to his fore
IT head in a salute. Rosa and are tt
be married next week, Mr.. Sparks,
he said.
Married." was the gasping re
sponse. How about your wife ant
two children. down stairs?"
| That's my widowed sister and he
| two little ones. She's been keeping
| house for me-" said William
| Mr.. Sparks groaned and went limpl
| back into the front room. He wake
| his wife. Eliza" he said, "our drea1
| is over. Rosa is going to marry tn
ianitor. 1t wasn't any old soldie
sentiment at all that made him was
windows. I'll tell Hunt in the morl
ing to look for home for US in tn
Il country" and, signing, Mr. Spark
Il went to bed.
Y At the breakfast table next mornin
William and Rosa came in hand /
| hand. We're going to be Marie
4 next week, Mrs. Sparks" said Ros
! but my sister wants a place and L
q send her here. She's a better COO
n than | am"
At this bit of information NJ
| Sparks face cleared visibly. "Yc
| both have my blessing" he SAID
n send in your sister Rosa, and if Wi
3l lam leaves here I'll get old Highrate
n the landlord, to send good janitor
Il his place, but I'll take good care th
he is not an old soldier" And the
forgetful of everything else, NJ
Sparks turned to his wife and sal,
''They can't resist an old soldier, cs
they, my dear?"