The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1872-11-05

I don't think it looks well to see young
gals whispering when older folks is talking,
said Miss Crusty, savagely
AT this speech, Susan gave her companion a
pinch, which caused her to utter faint scream
thus provoking the indignation of Miss Crusty
still more.
Seems to me gals now days haint got any
manners, muttered this venerable spinster, as
she jerked her chair away feom the vicinity of
the offenders.
I'm glad she's gone, again whispered SUI
san, dispose she was mad because she couldn't
hear what we said
1t seems Lawyer Pynchon's new house is
done, remarked Mrs. Peters, and all eyes
were turned towards the windows command
ing view of the stylish looking house.
Yes, replied Mrs. Woodman, and think
it's the handsomest house in Tattewood.
TIN do well enough, but think there's too
much filagree work about it, altogether said
Mrs. Smalley Besides, what does Pynchon
want of such house as that when he is an old
bachelor, should like to know?
Perhaps he means to select wife soon to
II.
Humph, guess ifhe does, said Miss Crus-
ty, he'll out of Tattlewood, for he can't help
SEEM all the gals here are crazy arter him,
and never knowed a gal to run arter Teller
yet, but what he would run as far the t'other
way
i guess that's why she never got married,
whispered Susan to her friend she ran too
hard for some beau in her youthful days, and
he took to his heels
I'd give good dead if could go in and see
the house, said Mrs. Carter they say it's
nightly fixed up inside, with stucco work and
such like
Perhaps you will have a chance to crafty
your curiosity sometime, said Jane Woodman.
Don't you admire the color Mr.. Pynchon has
chosen for the outside / have always thought
a neutral tint for a house much prettier than
white
A nuter tint? Why don't you say mud
color, and done with it? This comes of gals
now days gettin so much book-larnin' they
can't tell the color of house without bringin'
in some jawcracker word to tell how much they
know. For my part think Squire Pynchon's
house the homeliest color / ever see i'll my born
days
80, we all have right to our own opinion,
said Jane good-naturedly, as she followed her
mother out to assist her in getting tea.
Il wonder what has become of that girl that
has been stopping at the minister lately, said
Mrs. Locke. Il meant to had my daughter
Miranda get acquainted with her before she
left town, for / liked her appearance very
much
Il s'pose you know pearances are deceitful,
squeaked Miss Crusty. guess it is just as
well Miranda didn't get acquainted with her.
don't think myself she's any better than she
ought to be-
Why, how you talk, Miss Crusty,' said
Mrs. Smaley, eagerly. Do tell us-do you
know anything against her
Il don't alters tell all l know, replied the
spinster, looking mysterious.
There, now, Miss Crusty, you do know
something, and l should think you might tell
u.s.
well, promised not to tell, but ! don't
know as it'll do any harm to know
There, now, do tell Miss CIusty. OF
course we won't tell nobody. | never do.
There's Miss Manly told me as much as a
month ago that her daughter Hannah was
fixin' to git married, and | never told nobody
on it yet.
well, there, that explains something |
thought was kinder misterus at the Manleys
t'other day. Pm real glad l found out. But
about that girl at the minister's | used to
see her hangin' around the minister and bein
altogether too familiar with him, and one day
Hepsy Lee was goin by there and told me she
see Mr.. Ashley drive off with her, and leave
his wife eryin in the door,
We'll, now do tell. If that amt scandelous
to hear such carryin' on in Tattlewood, gasp
ed Mrs. smalley with great horror depicted
on her face.
why, Miss Crusty, / am surprised you
should have formed such an opinion of Miss
Evans. l don't think the familiarity you
spoke of is anything to Miss Evans discredit,
seeing Mr.. Ashley is her brother remarked
Mrs. Makepeace, somewhat severely for her.
Her BROTHER retorted the spinster Il
should like to know how you make that out,
when his name is Ashley, and her name is
Evans
Very easily. Mr.. Ashley's mother was left
widow when he was quite small, and she
married Mr.. Evans for her second husband, so
that the young lady you spoke of is Mr.. Ash
ley's half sister. When you saw them drive
away together, it was to see their mother,
whom they had heard was dangerously i'll. AS
she was very much beloved by Mrs Ashley
think her tears on the occasion were very ma
tural'
Just then, much to Miss Crusty' relief, Mrs.
Woodman appeared, and invited the ladies out
to tea.
There, ladies', remarked the hostess, after
she had helped all her guests to their fayorite
beverage, do take right hold and help your
selves, but don't know as you'll find anything
fit to eat on the table, j didn't have bit
good luck with them biscuit somehow never
do when anybody's comm
I'm sure they are very nice, said Mrs.
Makepeace, and dozen other voices made the