The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1918-10-04

In the mahogany row. "Ah ha
Will 20 down again to gallery number
one he muttered, II vague dlsappoint
ment dlscernlble In his tones. II die
not hear one leetle word"
The swing doors bumped, anC
M'sieur popped his head over the pol
ished rail of gallery number one just
as another young man, tall, bottle
shouldered blonde with a vibrant voice
full of round, benignant notes, clasped
ma'amselle's small white hand.
Marie" he cried-Msieur could
hear every wOrd-"I am so glad TO see
! YOU; and you are alone? All, that Is
fortunate, for | have n secret TO tell
YOU tonight Marie, Il love you
dear. No, no; do not forbid me. l
must tell you--"
"Sh-oh, Mr. Corson." she stam-
mered, glancing swiftly upward Il
please do not tell me any-any Sc
crets tonight, please--I--"
Marie, my Marie" he Insisted, lay
ing Il large, bony hand on her small,
| trembling one, zone kiss, dear, just
one" he pleaded his strong arm steal
ing around her slender waist.
No, no, Mr.. CorSon, now
Bang! The full-blown decorated
globe of an antiQuated lamp splintcred
on the gallery floor and glittered in
frosty powder on crimson mat.
"WhO-Aho-wa that" demanded
Mr.. CorSon, catching his breath and
quickly withdrawing his arm. "What?
you father bu-breaking stOck-I-I
thought that he was out :"
"IIush-hush !"
Again footsteps sounded on the til
ing outside and M'sieur began to de-
scend the spiral stairway behind.
Mr.. CorSon jumped to his feet:
Hide me, Marie, hide me! Some
ones coming both ways II would
rather not he seen"
"Quick, then, in here !" she breathed,
throwing open the door of fine ward
robe just opposite the fifth mahogany
piece. Click!
"Ha" M'sicm saw Mr.. Corson's
COattaiS disappear. zone, two, three,
four he counted carefully, and as
he passed up the aisle To meet the
pOrtly newcomer shaking hands with
Ma'amSelle at the door. he turned two
keys, in the mahogany and mission
rows, and dropped them in his pocket.
"IIa, Mister Barron, good after
noon, good afternoon You are well,
yes? And Mrs. Barron? All. that is
good Something-er--this after
noon, perhapS?'
Mr.. Barron was M'Sieur's best Gus
toner. Purchasing agent for much
larger furniture store, when his firm
ran out of any particular piece desired
at once, BOnhommc, if he could sup
ply, always got the order.
"Ah, good afternoon, M'sieur, good
responded Mr.. Barron
loudly. yes. sir, | want two ward
robes, in a hurry. Send them out in
our wagon; it's at your door now. A
one fOr-er--take a note Of
them. Ready?' He glanced at the
notebook in his hand-"Mr James
Noorson, 81 Cookson avenue. You
know the gentleman's son, | think.
I've seen him here"
"Ha, haI' M'Sieur chuckled.
Mr. Barron looked curiOusly over
his spectacles. "Eh? and one for Mr.. |
Arthur Corson, Il Marion terrace.
u ,rIn,,., ,,,,, I-,,,,,. ,.,rp,, Torsnn olsn9 /
Ha, ha :"
"Ha. ha :" echoed M'Sieur.
"And l want both in model A, Bon
lOmmie, remember. All, you have a
'ow Of each | see. Well. don't fail me.
Get 'em home AT once. My men are at |
your service. Good day, I'm off. Busy
IS bees down our way"
Good day sir, good day" smiIingIy .
'ignalled the men TO come in. They
we're big strong fellows both of them.
But when the wardrObes were loaded
md roped, they came back to the
store.
"Yes?" queried BOnhomme with
lrching brOws.
"A drink of water, If you please,
ir?"
"Certainly," mumbled M'Sieur turn
NJ his face away. "Oh, Marie, som
vater. SOM water. up front here! All,
nd the keys, ] forgot the keys" he
when the men followed
away, "and these men can
eliver them with the goods, yes"
He hurried to his desk and drew out
wO business cards. with Bon
omme's compliments" he wrote on
ach, and placed them with the little
.ldPd keys in their respective en-
elOpes.
"Oh father" pOuted ma'amselle
hen the door closed these young
zen, OH, these young men, they are
lch troubles. Oh do not want them,
nd they are here, yet. What shall I
o?"
"Ha, ha, ha non, non, my dear"
Iughed M'sieur, they are not herel
ou make one beeg mistake. These
Dung men will not trouble you again.
hey have gone home to their fathers
with the compliments of BOnhomme,
as Ha, ha :"