The Sauk Centre herald., 1912-06-06
For Sale''
BY RosaIie g. MendeI.

Maybe, while you are away, our
house in the suburbs will get sold,"
said Mrs. Morse to her husband as she
helped pack his new wardrobe trunk.
well, by jinks, hope it WILL" en-
phatically answered Mr.. Morse. cit
has been on the market long enough,
goodness knows. Yesterday I put it
in the hands of new agent. Maybe
he will do something with it."
Il just have feeling, somehow, that
he WILL" said the wife.
"Just keep that feeling, dear, and
maybe it will help matters along"
laughed Mr.. Morse; "and on the
strength of it I'll make an agreement
with you. If that blankety blank
house is sold before my return, you
have permission to order for yourself
as handsome ravalier as your dear
little heart desires"
"Oh, you angel man. I've just been
dying for one for ages" exclaimed
Mrs. Morse, throwing her arms around
her husbands neck.
Don't count your ravalier before
it's ordered!" warned Mr.. Morse.
A few days later Marjory, Mrs.
Morse's sister, came rushing into the
house, saying, isis, think your sub
urban house is going to be sold! Con-
gratulations!"
What makes you have such an
idea" eagerly asked Mrs Morse.
II slept at Dorothy's last night On
my way home passed the house and
saw three ladies, man, a child and
dog standing on the porch. The
man was busily engaged writing some
thing on a piece of paper. And it all
looked pretty business-like to me.
Aren't you glad that at last you are
going to get rid of that elephant OF
a house?"
Il should think I am. Simply de;
lighted. It's too good to be true. Mar.
jory, where did Dorothy purchase her
| new ravalier?"
Early the next morning Mrs. Morse
telephoned to her friend that it would
be impossible to keep the luncheon
date with her, owing to a most impor-
! tant engagement Then she told the
| maid to attend to all the household
duties, as an unforeseen errand called
her away in great haste. Her con-
cert ticket for that afternoon she sent
to neighbor. Then Mrs. Morse or
dered taxi to take her to the depot.
AS she boarded the suburban train
which was to take her to the "old''
house she said to herself:
IF that husband of mine had a
grain of sense he would have told me
the new agents name. Then I could
have telephoned instead of taking this
unnecessary trip. Men are so care;
lesso a.
Hef long trip was rewarded, hows
ever, when on arriving at the house
she discovered that the "For Sale'
sign had beeen removed.
"Goody! Goody!" she exclaimed.
Didn't I tell Dick that I had feeling
1t would be sold while he was gone?
He'll be so glad. I'll wire the news at
once. Then for downtown to order my
long-wished for pavalier."
The next morning Mrs. Morse rec
eeived an answer from her husband,
stating: "Order pavalier! 1 celebfat-
ed the sale last night with Bob Love-.
Dick"
The following day the new agent
telephoned to Mrs. Morse. He said:
II just received letter from your hus-
band that is quite puzzlins to me.
Maybe you can put some light on it.
He thanks me for selling your house
with such dispatch. don't under
stand"
"You sold it, didn't your
mot that I know Of" answered the
surprised man.
"Why, my sister Marjory said she
saw some people looking at it. The
next day the For Sale was down.
Consequently, thought it was sold.
1t was perfectly natural deduction, I
am sure, so I telegraphed at once to
Mr. Morse"
Madame" replied the voice over
the phone, "the party that was look
ing at the house intends to build in the
vicinity and they were studying your
porch structure. The For Sale sign
had been pressed into use as a snow
shovel by some boys. Later, it was
found few blocks from the house.
Up to the present date, as far as I
know, the house is not sold. Good
by"
ooh! OH" cried Mrs. Morse;
then the house is not sold, after all.