The herald., 1912-10-17
For Sale''
BY Resale G. Mendel.

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.
We'll, by jinks, hope it will" en-
phatically answered Mr.. Morse. TT
has been on the market long enough,
goodness knows. Yesterday / put 1t
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; land on the
strength of it I'll make an agreement
with you. II that blankety blank
house is sold before my return, you
have permission to order for yourself
as handsome a cavalier 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, I think your sub
urban house is going to be sold! Con
gratulationsi"
What makes you have such an
ideaT eagerly asked Mrs. Morse.
Il slept at Dorothy's last night On
my way home passed the house and
saw three ladies, man, child and
q dog standing on the porch The
man was busily engaged writing some
thing on piece of paper. And it all
/ looked pretty businesslike to me-
Aren't you glad that at last you are
going to get rid Of that elephant Of
/ house?
Il should think I am. Simply de-
lighted. It's too good to be true. Mar
jory, where did Dorothy purchase her
/ new Pavalier?
/ Early the next morning Mrs. Morse
/ telephoned to her friend that 1t would
/ be impossible to keep the luncheon
date with her. owing to 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 a 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 q
grain Of sense he would have told me
the new agents name. Then / could
have telephoned instead of taking this
unnecessary trip. Men are so care
less"
Her long trip was rewarded, how
ever, when on arriving at the house
she discovered that the For Sale"
sign had beeen removed.
"Goody! Goody!" she exclaimed.
Didn't tell Dick that had feeling
It 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 cavalier"
The next morning Mrs. Morse rec
eeived an answer from her husband.
stating: "Order cavalier! / celebrat-
ed the sale last night with Bob. Love.
Dick"
The following day the new agent
telephoned to Mrs. Morse. He said:
II just received a letter from your hus-
band that is quite puxzling 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
Not that know Of" answered the
surprised man.
why, my sister Marjory said she
saw some people looking at It Tho
next day the For Sale was down.
Consequently, I thought 1t was sold
It was perfectly natural deduction,
am sure. 50 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.
Vel, that makes me feel kind Of fool.
ish- But I've ordered my Favalier, and
Dick win think it such a joke on me
that he won't care. Studied our porch
structure indeed! And pressed it I'm
TO use as q snow shovel Absurd!
Nine was q logical conclusion, any.
way. And I'm going to have my
r4salier!"