Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1922-05-11

Apartments: New, up-to-date, all
modern conveniences, moderate rent"
|she murmured. Expressly designed
for people Of refined tastes and limited
means. References required IL am
going to look at Them" she finished
with sudden decision. 1T sounds as If
1t would be just the place for auntie
and me-"
On Thirty-eighth street, west, in q
second -foor-front" of q shabby.
eminently respectable clearinghouse,
Major Hilton smoothed across his
knees copy Of the same paper, and
read the same advertisement.
by George. I'll do It'll" he exlaimed
aloud. "And If they're what they pre-
tend to be, I'll send for the little moth
er and-begin to livel"
Ten days later, before the door Of q
small apartment house far uptown
stood two furniture yans-a red and a
yellow one.
Above the sidewalk, in the twin bay
windows of the second floor, Miss Jo-
sephine Barton and Major Hilton
looked out upon world in which
nothing was familiar save their re-
spective goods being unloaded below.
"Mm-m-someone has taken that
other suite so soon," unused the lady !;
now there are no more to let. Wasn't
fortunate!"
by George!" grumbled the major in
the other window, eyeing Lbds- nelgK-
boris goods. "S'poss those belong to
the lucky dog WHO etook that south
suite-and onlyltwo hours ahead of
lae, accordingfto the janitor. We'll, if
&nt h9Xa that I'm mighty glad to
get tfs,y he added, as he turned away
from the window.
7, Down Oh the sidewalk an oak cos.
tuner and lady's standing workbas.
ket stood side by side. A minute after
they were fanked by two suitcases,
twins in color. shape and size. Two
minutes later a man from the red van
Swung the costulner across mis- Shout
der and caught up one Of the suit
cases. AS had been his custom through.
sout the afternoon he directed his steps
toward number three, the south suite.
: Thus 1t happened that at six o'clock
that night, after the men had gone,
Miss Barton confronted, in the middle
of her bedroom floor. an unfamiliar,
llnlovely thing Of oak and prongs.
"Oh" she exclaimed, dropping Imply
back into the nearest chair. "Why,
that isn't mine!"
Across the hall, the major In his bay
window. was cutting the cords around
a paper-covered object that stood per-
haps two feet tall before him.
. why, what don't remember-this
can't-well, by Jove" he finished, as
the wrapping fell away and disclosed
a lady's workbasket, dainty in white
enamel and gold. well, by Jove!"
In the south suite Miss Barton rose
to her feet.
1T must belong in number four"
she murmured, circling around the
costumer as If looking for an ad-
vantageous point o. view. "What an
ugly thing still, fancy it is con.
venient. IL ought to take it home.
suppose" she added, looking furtive.
ly at the door.
"Humph!" calculated the major
across the hall, his eyes on the basket.
Rather neat-that! AIm-m; looks
honey. and as If buttons were sewed
OH. Belongs to that lucky beggar in
the south suite, l suppose. Seems to
me he's got-well, when little mother
comes, I'll look honey, and my buttons
will be sewed.
And he caught up the basket and
started for the hall door. The next
moment he came face to face with his
own image In the mirror Of the hat.
rack.
Great Scott!" he cried, dropping
the basket. where's that suitcase!
can't 60 looking this way!"
"I'll just change my stock" decided
-Mss Barton In suite three, as she
picked up tan leather suitcase and
snapped the spring.
"Ohv she gasped. "Oh-oh-h!"
by Jove!" exploded the major
across the hall. "Well, by Jove!'
Before Miss Barton's mortified eyes
lay mans vest, two neckties, q nest
Of collars, and an immaculate, glisten
Ing shirt-front; before the majors lay
"a fluff of lace and linen, a glimpse Of
pink and pale blue, and on top, as II
hastily thrust there, pair of blacl
kid slippers
"Oh!" suffered Miss Barton, an(
closed the bag with snapty Not sc
the major. For a moment. he. gazed
in blank stupefaetion then he SLOWLY
reached out his hand, picked up one
Of the slippers, laid it across his palm
and raised his hand til the level-of hi.
eyes. 4, ;is as Il.
Hmm; and that'sansat; too,"', b,
said softly; then a Whimsical twink,
came into his eyes. "Not even til,
little mother will bring-like that b
whispered.
~ The distant click Of door, brough
the naSH Sudd denly to himself, an
sent Q crimson food to neck and brow
I an ssmeete3s1al5 short time he ha
flung wide his door and was stridin
into the hall, q lady's workbasket and
tan suitcase clutched la his hands.
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