Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 192, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 August 1913 — NONE OF HER BUSINESS [ARTICLE]

NONE OF HER BUSINESS

-MY LANDS, BUT ffiem states take the tucker out of a person!” gasped Oe woman from the first floor as she impinged heavily on a kitchen chair. -I don't see how you folks.stand it, oliinbing up and down. I couldn’t But then you and your husband both to kinds alight built, so I s’pose yon don’t feel it the way I do, being fleshy, •s you might say. I see the expressman bringing up a trunk a while ago. Was you expecting company, not that It's any of my business? ■ “No, I didn’t think you was. I says to Mrs. Bullen, I says, when the trunk went up, ‘This ain’t the time o’ year for visitors,’ I says. ‘Not from the country, anyway. It’s the time for visiting. Mrs. Deakln, across the court, went to her folks put DA Plaines way last week and she’s going to be gone a month, so the janitor says. Mr. Deakin’s supposed to sleep in the flat, but there ain’t been no light nor no sounds of him as I’ve heard since she went. If he does come home, he comes mighty late and goes mighty early, and he ain't taking no milk In. It ain’t none of my business, but I’d like to slip in and put a couple of bread pans in his bed and see if they ain't there three (weeks from now. You take them men that wears black string ties and Sideburns and they ain’t always safe to leave alone. Not that it’s any of my business where he is nights.

“I see about a dozen empty beer bottles on the windowsill below as I came up. The window was raised a couple of inches and they was beer plain enough, and there wasn’t none there yesterday morning because I took notice. If it was one or two bottles, I wouldn’t think nothing of it, tout when people that claim to be rufftned gets away with a dozen at a sitting I've got my opinion of them. I don't say nothing, because It ain’t my affair as long as they don’t jar dowfi the piaster from my ceilings; but, believe me, some of these times there’s going to be roughhouse, as Mr. Pryor says, and the first thing you know, we’ll have a patrol wagon hacking up to the curb and that will be a nice thing. “It dees beat all how people are, doesn’t it? I got a surprise this morning. Leastaways it wasn’t a surprise because I'd been klnda looking flor It. Them Merriams next door. Ytou know I told M. Pryor when they moved in that their furniture was installment. There wasn’t no name on the van, but when you see everything brand, spick-and-span new and brass bedsteads and mission furniture and pictures and kitchen dishes all coming la together, you can’t tell me, not If iffis ever so. And a collector regularly every month that ain’t papers dr idundry or the gas. Of course, If talks want to buy on installment, it’s their business,'lt ain’t mine, but, as I say to Mr. Pryor, ‘Give me my own sacks that’s bought and paid for If the varnish is scratched and rubbed. When I lay down at night I want it to bfl in a bed that I know ain’t going to bi took from under me before I wake, and that's just exactly what’s going to happen to the Merriams. I happened tai be looking out of my kitchen window when that collector called and it wasn’t the first time either in the last week. Well, she hadn’t got the money for him and he was real ugly. I couldn’t hear what she said because She was talking low. but he says to flor, ‘I ain’t got nothing to do with that,’ he says. ‘You tell your husband bp’s gotta come across by noon tomorrow or he’ll have some costs to pay as well.* I felt like butting In, as Mr. Pryor says, and pushing a mop tn his big mouth, but it wasn’t doos of my business. “And will you please tell me how ttoat lodger of Mrs. Atkins's pays her beard and room and a lunch down town out of her wages and then has enough to buy real lace trimmed kngeree and silk stockings? Better days she may have seen, but when ft •ernes to a full clothes-line of nothing hot, aa dose as pins wil pin 'em, It looks to me mighty—-well, ot course, tt ain't my business. I told Mirs. Atktas so. ‘lt ain’t none o* my business, ma’am,' I says. ‘She could hang pink tights out on the line if she had the face to, as fur as I’m concerned, but if It was me rooming her* —. May bet you saiw them? No? Well, I guess I'm naturally klnda observing. I see a lot of things that I don't talk about, too. I tell Mr. Pryor I’ve got enough tilings of my own to look after, dear knows without poking Into other talks* business, but I was bound I’d Igmw about that trunk going up to you because I didn’t know but what jwu might be a-going out of town of having visitors or your husband getting back. I see the postman putting ayletter in your box that looked like tu was from him but—well, don’t uflnd me if you’ve got to dress. I just thought I’d see if I could borrow the fill of a cup of coffee from you till the grocery man got around. Where did you say you was going? Shopping? What was you going to buy? Not that it’s any of my business.”

Dr. T. L. Eads, a Michigan City physician, late Friday reported to the police that mortgage notes; aggregating $21,000, had been stolen from his office in the afternoon. A gold watch was also taken. Offices of two other physicians were robbed. > H. A DeFord of Logapsport has a hen. This hen, he says, laid three eggs in one day. One egg had a perfect shelL One had a soft shell. The third had an inside lining around it. Mr. DeFord says three persons besides himself saw •the three eggs, and he is willing to make oath that his statement is true.