She told me with amusement how Ordinsky,
the Pole, had presented himself at her door
one evening, and said that if the landlord
was annoying her by his attentions, he would
promptly put a stop to it.

"I don't exactly know what to do about
him," she said, shaking her head, "he's so
sort of wild all the time. I wouldn't like to
have him say anything rough to that nice
old man. The Colonel is long-winded, but
then I expect he's lonesome. I don't think
he cares much for Ordinsky, either. He said
once that if I had any complaints to make of
my neighbors, I mustn't hesitate."

One Saturday evening when I was having
supper with Lena we heard a knock at her
parlor door, and there stood the Pole, coat-
less, in a dress shirt and collar. Prince dropped
on his paws and began to growl like a mastiff,
while the visitor apologized, saying that he
could not possibly come in thus attired, but
he begged Lena to lend him some safety pins.

"Oh, you'll have to come in, Mr. Ordinsky,
and let me see what's the matter." She closed
the door behind him. "Jim, won't you make
Prince behave?"

I rapped Prince on the nose, while Ordin-

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