Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-03-16

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tries that came from France and Italy hun
dreds of years ago, the wonderful old bed
steads and tables that were here when the
castle was new-all gone! And for mere
songs, Meiu Herr, the cheapest of songs.
IT,
please don't weep now, Herr Schrnick,
| made haste to exclaim, seeing lachrymose
symptoms in his blear old eyes Then | be
came firm once more This knavery must
cease, or I'd know the reason why! "The
next man who comes here to cart away 50
much as single piece is to be kicked out
Do YOU understand These things belong
to me. Why, if this goes on we'll soon be
deprived of anything to sit on or sleep in or
eat from. Lock the doors, Conrad, and
don't admit anyone without first consulting
me- By love. I'd like to wiring that rascals
neck A Count. Umph.'
"Ach, he is of the noblest family in all the
land, sighed old Gretel. "His grandfather
was fine man.
contrived to subdue my rage and disap-
pointrnent and somewhat loudly returned
to the topic from which we were drifting.
aAs for those beastly padlocks, | shall have
them filed off tomorrow. | q We you warning,
Conrad, if the keys are not forthcoming be-
mel
Il have plan, Sir, said Bntton. why
not place tall ladder in the courtyard and
crawl in through one of the windows?'
splendid That's what we'll do!' | cried
enthusiastically. "And now let's go to bed!
We will breakfast at eight, Mrs. Schmick.
! will YOU see the American ladies and
gentlemen who are coming tomorrow to pick
out the"
eyes, III see them,' said l, COMPRISING
nv lips. Don't let me oversleep, Brltton-
RRITTON got nothing but grunts from
- me until half-past nine. At that hour
he came into my room and delivered news
that aroused me more effectually than all the
alarm clocks in the world could have done.
@Get up, Sir, if you please he repeated
the third time. "The party of Americans IS
below, Sir, rummaging about the place.
They have. ordered the workmen to stop
work, Sir, complaining of the beastly noise
they make, and the dust and all that, Sir.
They have already selected half dozen
pieces, and they have brought enough por
tiers and carriers over in the boats to take the
stuff away IN
| "Where is Poopendyke?" | cried, leaping
out of bed II don't want to be shaved,
Britton, and don't bother about the tub
| "Mr. Poopendyke is in despair, Sir. He
has tried to explain that nothing is for sale;
but the gentlemen say they are onto his
game. They go right on yanking things
about and putting their own prices on them
and reserving them.
"I1l-Il put stop to all this" grated,
seeing red for an instant.
"And the ladies, Sir There are three of
them, all from New York City, and they
keep on saying they are completely ravished
Sir-with JOY, take it. Your great side
board in the dining room is to go to Mrs.
Observation-Disclosures, and the hall seat that
the first Baron used to throw his arrlor on
when he came in from"
"Great snakes l roared. "They haven
moved it, have they? 1t will fall to pieces!"
@No, Sir They are piling sconces and
candelabra and andirons on it. regardless of
what Mr.. Poopendyke says. You'd better
hurry. Sir. Here is your collar and neck
tie"
q don't want 'em. Where the dickens
are my trousers?"
His face fell. "Being pressed, Sir-God
forgive mel
Get out another pair, confound you, Brit
toni"
He began rummaging in the huge clothes
press, all the while RECALLING me with news
from the regions below. @Mr. Poopendyke
has gone up to his room, Sir, with his type
writer. The young lady insisted on having
it. She squealed with JOY at seeing an an