evening and got in so late." Mr. Wrenn was diffidently sitting
in the basement.

"Yes," dryly, "Ah noticed you was out late, Mist' Wrenn."

"You see, Mrs. Zapp, I--uh--my father left me some land, and
it's been sold for about one thousand plunks."

" Ah'm awful' glad, Mist' Wrenn," she said, funereally. "Maybe
you'd like to take that hall room beside yours now. The two
rooms'd make a nice apartment." (She really said "nahs
'pahtmun', "you understand.)

"Why, I hadn't thought much about that yet." He felt guilty, and
was profusely cordial to Lee Theresa Zapp, the factory
forewoman, who had just thumped down-stairs.

Miss Theresa was a large young lady with a bust, much black
hair, and a handsome disdainful discontented face. She waited
till he had finished greeting her, then sniffed, and at her
mother she snarled:

"Ma, they went and kept us late again to-night. I'm getting
just about tired of having a bunch of Jews and Yankees think I'm
a nigger. Uff! I hate them!"

"T'resa, Mist' Wrenn's just inherited two thousand dollars, and
he's going to take that upper hall room." Mrs. Zapp beamed with
maternal fondness at the timid lodger.