TAG; OR, THE CHIEN BOULE DOG
The articles were produced with great promptitude and presently Mr. Burns read—
“I found a piece out of a paper in their room, all about their wedding, and they were married just two weeks ago!”
Mr. Burns gave a long whistle and then shook his surprised informant vigorously by the hand. “You’re the clearest headed woman I’ve met for a long time, ma’am.”
Mrs. Trent was proud but mystified. The young ladies were gaping. “And now, ma'am,” said the gentleman in quick businesslike tones, “I must see these lodgers of yours at once. Fact is I’ve a little paper here to give ’em.”
“But I believe they’ve gone to bed,” objected their landlady; “see them some other time.”
She was vaguely conscious of trouble in the air.
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