Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 October 1891 — He Owed His Landlord a Grudge. [ARTICLE]

He Owed His Landlord a Grudge.

When Mr. Nagger got back from town Mrs. Nagger was practicing a song at the new piano her mother had given her. “Stop that screeching,” he snapped, throwing a folded slip of paper on the table, “and put that rent receipt away with the others.” “Our dearly beloved landlord wasn’t over-agreeable, I should judge,” remarked Mrs. Nagger, giving the inoffensive instrument a final bang and descending from a stagger at high C. “Naw,” growled Mr. Nagger, “he wasn’t. He said he’d fix that bathroom faucet when he got good and ready, and if we wanted screens so bad we could put ’em in ourselves and pay for ’em, too. He’s dead sore ’cause everybody but us moved out.” “I told you so. What can you expect of a landlord who raises the reni 60 per cent, on every flat in the building?’ “Of course you told me so; of course. You tell me everything you know, and more, too. Perhaps you can tell me if he’s rented any of his flats.” “lean.” “Then why don’t you ?" “He hasn’t. He brought in one man, though, to look at the flat below us, and nearly caught him.” „ “Bent too high, I ’spose. “He said it wasn’t.” “What then r “He found out you lived above, and said he knew you,” said Mrs. Nagger, demurely, thus Booring one on her lord and master. “He’ll not get a tenant this year,” saie Mr. Nagger, ignoring his wife’s delicate compliment. “How do you know?” asked Mrs. Nagger, trying not to laugh. “Because,” said Mr. Nagger, taking a long roll from his pocket, “I’ve brought you a dozes sew songs, Chicago Herald.