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"Dorothy," exclaimed her husband,
"let's, go inside and have( a look
around. Isaw one of the window
shutters was nearly off its hinge, and
I believe the window behind it is
It was broken. Ellis climbed
through, and standing inside, swung
Dorothy into the room. Then, hand
in hand, like children, they wandered
from room to room. It was true that
the interior was in poor condition.
The paper was peeling from the walls',
and there were various leaky spots in
the ceilings. But still the house was
habitable, and a little money invested
judiciously would turn it into a very
comfortable abode. And, the greatest
find of all, in the attic there was a
miscellany of old furniture, all sorts
of odds and ends which would go far
toward the furnishing of the less
showy rooms, at least.
"Ellis," said Dorothy, in a tone
which even three months of married
life had taught him to attend to, "we
must have this house."
"You ain't going to live there, are
ye?" inquired a villager who watched,
them emerge through the front gate
with ill-concealed interest.
"Yes, we have rented this place
from the first of next month," Doro
"Well, I swan!" exclaimed the
"Dorothy," said Ellis reproachfully,
when they were out of his hearing.
"But, Ellis, I want it," declared
Dorothy, almost crying. "My dear, we
are going to have the rooms papered
and the windows mended and move in
on the first. And when the landlord
calls to make trouble for us we'll have
the rent ready for him."
Dorothy's words proved prophetic,
for on the first day of the month fol
lowing a motor van stopped in front
of the old house, and Dorothy 'super
intended the disgorging of three
roomsful of furniture with as much
self-possession as thought she were
the owner of a sufficient quantity to
fill a mansion.
"They'll turn us out," said Ellis,
when they were settled at their fire
side, gazing admiringly upon the
"Not if we have the rent, my dear,"
Summer came on and soon the'
garden was ablaze with flowers. Ellis
could hardly wait for the clock to
strike to leave his office. And as the,
months rolled by and the neighbors'
took their occupancy of the house as
a matter of course, their fears gradu
ally dwindled until
Until that Sunday morning when .
the strange man came walking up the
middle of the drive.
It was impossible to mistake him
for anything but an Englishman. In
the first place he carried a cane; and,
secondly, he walked as though he
already owned the house, which no
American would have done, unless he
Did he? Dorothy and Ellis looked
glumly at each other, and their hearts
sank into their shoes as the bell
The newcomer was an Englishman,
but he appeared much less angry
than Dorothy and her husband had
anticipated. In fact, his first words,
were decidedly apologetic.
"I'm sorry to trouble you," he said,
"and I don't know, of course, what
your title will show; but the fact is,
that is reason to believe that this
property is part of an estate which
I have come over from London to
handle on behalf of the heirs. It
seems to have been forgotten, as the
owner did not enumerate it in his will.
You haVe your title-deeds?"
No, Ellis had no title-deeds. In fact,
he was so equally embarrassed that
he blurted out the history of the ac
quisition. "Most extraordinary! Most extra
ordinary!" said the visitor. "What a
tribute to the er masterful habits
of your great nation your action is.
"Now in my country nobody would
ever dream of taking a house he fan
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