AN ABSENTEE LANDLORD
By John St. Clair.
(Copyright by W G. Chapman.) . .
"Ellis, there is omv home," said
Dorothy Milford with conviction,
pointing to the old colonial building
at the end of the village street.
It seemed, indeed, to be just the
home for which both had been seek
ing ever since their return from the
"I Wonder How Much It Would Cost
honeymoon three months before.
Fjve hundred feet away from the
house nearest it, it seemed to domi
nate the other homes of the com
munity. The streets ended in its
driveway,-which was bordered by
two lawns of greenest grass. There
were two vine arbors, and an old ap
ple orchard, and the ivy- had crept up
to the roof long ago, on eveiy side.
"I wonder how much it would cost
us, Ellis," whispered Dorothy, cling
ing to his arm.
Ellis Milford was a hard working
clerk in one of the big insurance of
fices and their home had been only
a four-room flat in the dusty city. But
every Sunday .they had gone forth
from the metropolis dreaming of just
such a place as this, only ,on less
grand a scale; and here was their
dream in brick and turf. And the
train schedule was excellent. Ellis
could go into town without the need
of any extravagantly early-rising, re
turning in time to enjoy the garden,
in summer time at least before his
."There is no agent's sign," he said,
after a close inspection of the prem
ises. "Perhaps some of the neighbors
would know," his wife suggested.
Inquiries in the vicinity, however,
failed to disclose anything. The house
has been untenanted for many years,
and it was rumored that the owner
resided in England. No, there had
never been any effort to rent it. It
would be hard to do so, anyway, He
cause nobody wanted an old-fashioned
house whenyou could get a brand
new one built on the instalment plan.
At which information Dorothy's
heart beat high with secret joy.
'.'You see, Ellis, it is my English
blood," she explained. "You know
grandfather was an Englishman, and
though I never saw him, I knew I
have inherited his taste for just such
an old-fashioned home."
Dorothy's grandfather had been a
crabbed old skinflint, who had settled
in America and calmly disinherited
his son, Dorothy's father, for some
fancied lack of filial duty, leaving his
property to nobody "who knew himv
Still, Dorothy always attributed all
the English traits in her disposition
to this Semi-mythical person.
But it became evident that no
further information .was to be obtain
ed about the house. .Nothing could be,
learned of any owner or agent.
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