Stories of Mystery | Page 5

me to-day. I've been speculating in
railroad stock, and singed my fingers. Then, old Tom Hollis outbid me
to-day, at Leonard's, on a rare medical work I had set my eyes upon
having. Confound him! Then, again, two of my houses are tenantless,
and there are folks in two others that won't pay their rent, and I can't get
them out. Out they'll go, though, or I'll know why. And, to crown
all--um-m. And I wish the Devil had him! as he will."
"Had who," Beary-papa?"
"Him. I'll tell you. The street-floor of one of my houses in Hanover
Street lets for an oyster-room. They keep a bar there, and sell liquor.
Last night they had a grand row,--a drunken fight, and one man was
stabbed, it's thought fatally."
"O father!" Netty's bright eyes dilated with horror.
"Yes. I hope he won't die. At any rate, there's likely to be a stir about
the matter, and my name will be called into question, then, as I'm the
landlord. And folks will make a handle of it, and there'll be the deuce to
pay, generally."
He got back the stern, vexed frown, to his face, with the anticipation,

and beat the carpet with his foot. The ghost still watched from the angle
of the room, and seemed to darken, while its features looked troubled.
"But, father," said Netty, a little tremulously, "I wouldn't let my houses
to such people. It's not right; is it? Why, it's horrid to think of men
getting drunk, and killing each other!"
Dr. Renton rubbed his hair into disorder, with vexation, and then
subsided into solemnity.
"I know it's not exactly right, Netty; but I can't help it. As I said before,
I wish the Devil had that barkeeper. I ought to have ordered him out
long ago, and then this wouldn't have happened. I've increased his rent
twice, hoping to get rid of him so; but he pays without a murmur; and
what am I to do? You see, he was an occupant when the building came
into my hands, and I let him stay. He pays me a good, round rent; and,
apart from his cursed traffic, he's a good tenant. What can I do? It's a
good thing for him, and it's a good thing for me, pecuniarily. Confound
him! Here's a nice rumpus brewing!"
"Dear pa, I'm afraid it's not a good thing for you," said Netty, caressing
him and smoothing his tumbled hair. "Nor for him either. I wouldn't
mind the rent he pays you. I'd order him out. It's bad money. There's
blood on it."
She had grown pale, and her voice quivered. The phantom glided over
to them, and laid its spectral hand upon her forehead. The shadowy
eyes looked from under the misty hair into the doctor's face, and the
pale lips moved as if speaking the words heard only in the silence of his
heart,--"Hear her, hear her!"
"I must think of it," resumed Dr. Renton, coldly. "I'm resolved, at all
events, to warn him that if anything of this kind occurs again, he must
quit at once. I dislike to lose a profitable tenant; for no other business
would bring me the sum his does. Hang it, everybody does the best he
can with his property,--why shouldn't I?"
The ghost, standing near them, drooped its head again on its breast, and

crossed its arms. Netty was silent. Dr. Renton continued, petulantly,--
"A precious set of people I manage to get into my premises. There's a
woman hires a couple of rooms for a dwelling, overhead, in that same
building, and for three months I haven't got a cent from her. I know
these people's tricks. Her month's notice expires to-morrow, and out she
goes."
"Poor creature!" sighed Netty.
He knit his brow, and beat the carpet with his foot, in vexation.
"Perhaps she can't pay you, pa," trembled the sweet, silvery voice.
"You wouldn't turn her out in this cold winter, when she can't pay
you,--would you, pa?"
"Why don't she get another house, and swindle some one else?" he
replied, testily; "there's plenty of rooms to let."
"Perhaps she can't find one, pa," answered Netty.
"Humbug!" retorted her father; "I know better."
"Pa, dear, if I were you, I'd turn out that rumseller, and let the poor
woman stay a little longer; just a little, pa."
"Sha'n't do it. Hah! that would be scattering money out of both pockets.
Sha'n't do it. Out she shall go; and as for him,--well, he'd better turn
over a new leaf. There, let us leave the subject, darling. It vexes me.
How did we contrive to get into this train? Bah!"
He drew her closer to him, and kissed her forehead. She sat quietly,
with her head on his shoulder thinking