Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-02

And Rosalie forebore at flrst to an
swer, for the ultimate destiny OF Mrs.
Moore appeared, indeed, black and un-
certain.
Not that undulation and gnashing of
teeth meant anything In her case.
Weeping. for her, was the oil on the
wheels Of life. She wept when the
butcher failed to bring the lamb chops.
when she was moved by song, when
she compared the Injuries Of Madame
lie Oranges house to the bare neceS-
sites OF her own. Still, in this in.
stance, she had cause for grief. The
police. having ransacked, measured.
and photographed the Moore boarding
house to the limit of their imagination,
announced after four days that Mrs.
Moore might bring her establishment
back. But when Mrs. Moore notified
the boarders, she met-the expected.
Miss Harding for example, declared
that she was going to let we'll enough
alone. After what had happened she
could never sleep In that place again.
When Mrs. Moore melted to tears.
Miss Harding grew peppery. II Mrs.
Moore wanted to know, 1t was towels,
more than anything else, which kept
her at Mrs. Le Oranges. She had
boarded In ten separate and distinct
places In New York, and never before
did she see place where you couldn't
use the towels for q pocket-hand1rer-
chief. Miss Jones, her echo In every
thing, indorsed her sentiments, adding
that Mrs. LIE Oranges coffee was
coffee.
Z Professor Noll was more courteous,
but Just as hrm. He had already in
dictated his inteptions BY getting per
mission nom the police to move his
collection. When Mrs. Moore inter
viewed him, he was lacking on the
wall a'six-foot Japanese kakemono He
was sorry, but the greater variety Of
menu at Mrs. La Oranges helped him
to practice the principles OF scientific
Authorization. II Mrs. Moore would
listen to his former advice and reor-
gapize her catering on the scientific
plan, he could guarantee her q house
full Of his disciples. Otherwise. he pre-
ferred to stay where he was Mr..
North, just out of jail, had not put In
an appearance. Mrs. Moore did not
oven see Miss Estrilla. That lady
was worse, great deal worse. Be-
sides the old trouble with her optic
nerve, she had = kind Of nervous pros
tration due to the shock. There had
been talk of trained nurse: but
Resale LIE Grange waved that pro-
posal aside. She herself carried up
the invalid's meals, attended to band
ages and medicine, kept order in her
room. Mrs. Moore had no offering to
counterbalance that,
| !, ,Instead-floppy and humble old per-
son. that she was-Mrs. Moore sought
her successful rival, begging quarter.
What can do-what is going to be-
come Of me?'@ she repeated.
Rosalie LIE Grange pulled out chair
I Now let's talk this over sensible, /"
she said. 1T certainly does look as II
I'd played It low on you, gettin' your
boarders away. You can't blame me
fnr offerin' my place that night.
Neither can you blame me II they want
to stay. l haven't asked them to.
Here Mrs, Moore showed q. shade Of
muehy resentment.
"You set better table than can
ret eat the price they pay" she aaid.
You can't keep that up. Il that ain't
getting them away from me-
You rent your house, don't you p
inquired Rosalie IL Grange.
YES" replied Mrs. Moore. dabbing
her eyes.
Rent it furnishedr'
Yes
HAS 1t been full lately?"
mo. Eve had room for four more
all spring and summer. Times are
dreadful hard" Mrs Moore ceased
to weep for herself and dropped a tear
over the whole state of the body
politio
"You haven't made much money
then?"
Money!" sobbed Mrs. Moore, break.
Ing out afresh on her own account, II
scarcely keep soul and body together
II barely hold roof over my head. "
1T hasn't occurred to you, guess, -
said Resale LIE Grange. that own
this house and furniture. haven't got
any rent to pay. Moreover. with this
Mrs. Hanska and Miss Lane, who came
in unexpected, an some particular
personal Irlon0S tQoC arc cOI0lu n0Ak
week, I'll be full up. Guess you can
see how / make 1t pay. Guess you can
afford to take back what you said
about my keeping up grade of Wet
uals that couldn't afford regular, just
| to git custom away from you.''
Outmaneuvered, Mrs. Moore Topped
What will become of mel" she
walled.
Now, Mrs. Moore" said Rosalie
with the high rent they charged you
fortthe old place, there was no future
for you. You were bound to fail. I've
got a better way. I'm busy, an I'm
goin' to be buster. You see this house
well, it amt my only interest. An
Jest at present I'm rushed to death
[ Goodness knows, standin' OF reporters
the way I've had to do this last week
is one woman's job. I've got to hire
q housekeeper to look after things an
tend front door an help out with the
cleaning. How would you like that!
Over there you were carryin' the whole
thing an workin' for your board. Here
you'll git thirty-nve month, an III
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