Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1914-05-14

said Mrs. Moore. Did your sister,
Just then the voice of Captain Han
ska broke In from behind the door.
Wait a minute. Ask Mr.. Wade If
he minds my not getting up. I've a
cold and I've taken some medicine. "
Very well, Captain" replied Mrs.
Moore. Estrilla, seeing that she was
engaged. went on downstairs to the
| front door.
This narrative has gone, so far,
from the point of view of Mrs Moore.
We will shift now to Miss Harding;
for time let her mind be the crystal
of our thought. A moment before Mrs.
Moore came back and told Mr.. Wade
that Captain Hanska would see him,
Mr.. Estrilla appeared at the door Of
the parlor. Although they had seen
but little of him at Mrs. Moore's, he
was popular for a Latin lightness of
temperament, cheerful and winning
smile, a nimble wit which lost nothing
because of his quaint accent, and va
rious, winsome, actor tricks which
Mrs. Moore called "capers." At that
moment they were singing "Yip-hi-
addy- hi-ay," then In it's first run. Mr..
Estrilla, bundled up in hat and mack
intosh, cut a curvet in the hall, kicked
out one of his small Andalusian feet,
Joined note of the chorus in pleas
ant, light, tenor voice, changed to a
falsetto tone which was plainly an
imitation of Miss Harding's singing.
and whirled toward the outer door.
Miss Harding called:
Come in and sing!" But Mr.. Es-
trilla5only pivoted through the door,
callitnie
"Buenos noches--yip-hi-addy
Perhaps five minutes later, Miss
Harding went upstairs for handker-
chief. For a moment she was absent
minded-a rare thing with her-so
that instead Of turning on the second
floor, where her room was situated.
she continued another fight and
brought up, suddenly aware of her
mistake, at the third-hoor landing.
Something held her there for a mo-
ment-the sound Of high words from
Captain Hanska's room. Miss Hard
ing paused longer than necessary. She
was an honorable girl enough, but the
most honorable of us pay instructive
tribute to our curiosity.
II tell you both l won't" came Cap
tain Hanska's rather harsh voice.
"Oh, think perhaps / can make you
change your mind" came other &C
cents which, Miss Harding reflected.
went perfectly with the personality
Of Mr.. Lawrence Wade.
Some sort OF a rumpus going on up
there" said Miss Harding as she re-
gained the parlor. Then remembering
that she must account to Miss Jones
for her presence on the third floor
the bachelor quarters Of the establish
ment--she added vaguely. You can
hear 1t just as plain!"
They had all stopped singing from
very WEAKNESS of voice, and Mrs.
Moore and Professor Noll had retired
to leave the young couples alone with
their devices, when Mr.. Wade ap
peared again in the hall-this time on
his way out. Every one saw him
plainly, especially Miss Harding, who
sat facing the door.
Look who's here, Essie!" she whis-
pered in an undertone to Miss Jones:
AS she recalled 1t afterward, he
seemed little pale. He cast no more
than one quick absent glance at the
group by the piano; and the door
closed behind him. Within ten min
utes, the company" left and the
young women went to their room.
There was silence in the house.
Silence until half past two o'clock
and then Tommy North, who occupied
the third floor front, came home from
a stag smoker drunk.
This was not the first time that he
had returned, uncertain of tongue and
foot, in the hours of vice. On the last
occasion, he made so much noise that
Miss Harding refused him her coun-
tenance for a week and Mrs. Moore
gave him warning. That warning
rested at the bottom of his maudlin
as he crept up to the
front door, unlocked 1t. and stole
within.
The vigiIant Mrs. Moore, who woke
at every night entrance of dodgers,
leaped out Of bed, opened her door a
crack, and observed Tommy as he
stood balancing himself under the dim
point of the gasjet. Oblivtous to the
open door and the watchful eye, he
made a turn about the newelpost and |
began putting one foot cautiously be
lore the other. saying over and over |
4 drunken refrain which ran:
Hay foot-straw foot-one goes up |
and the other goes down" So he |
vanished from the vision of Mrs. |
Moore BY similar devices he nego-
lated the stretch Of hall carpet on |
he second floor, md took the next |
light. He was near his haven now
lis own room, third floor front In |
he dim hall light. he balanced him,
'elf and let his tongue play again
Energy and perseverance--victor
Utmost won." he said. Just talk to
our feet and let 'em do your work.
But the muscular effort OF climbing
wo flights had sent his liquor surging
o his head, 80 that he dizZied and
taggered. He caught the banister for
Import Then something, real or
ancied, caught his eye--something