The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1873-04-16
LANIBERTvILLE, N. j., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 16, 1873.

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faint apology for troubling him, but it was
not refusal.
No trouble--not bit" said he. with
alacrity, arranging it on her tapering shoulder
and then as the young lady handed her fare to
the conductor, he said to himself, "What a
slender little hand If there is anything l
admire in woman it is pretty hand. Won
der what kind of a mouth she has got? 1t
must be delightful one if it corresponds with
the hair and eyes-plague take the veila"
But "plague,o whoever that mystical power
may be, did not take possession of the veil, so
Mr.. Edges curiosity about the blue-eyed dam
sci remained unsatisfed
"Have you room enough, Miss? fear you
are crowded. Pray sit a little closer to me. !"
"Thank you, SIR was the soft reply coming
from behind the veil, as Mr.. Edge reflected
like an angel from dark cloud. And his
heart gave a large thump as the pretty Shout
der touched his own shaggy overcoat in a hest
ta.ing sort of way.
Decidedly, this is getting quite romantic, !"
thought he then with an audible whisper
"What would Maria say?"
The rest of that long, drcary rice was deli
cious with the shoulder against his own. How
CALAMITY he jumped up to pull the strap for
her-by some streak it happened to be at the
very street where he intended to stop And
under the circumstances we hardly blame him,
when the cars stopped SO suddenly that she
caught at his arm, for the squeeze he gave the
plump, rosy hand-any man of sense would
have done the same-it was such an inviting
lilly.
"Allow me to carry your basket, Miss, as
our path lies in the same direction" said Mr.
Edge, courteously, relieving her of her burden
as he spoke "and-and-may be, you d find
less difficulty il you take my arm.
Well, wasn't it delightful Mr.. Edge forgot
the wet streets and pitchy darkness--he thought
he was walking on roses Only as he approach
ed his door he began to feel little nervous,
and wished the little incognito would not hold
on so tight. Suppose Maria should be at the
window on the lookout, as she often was, how
would she interpret matters? He couldn't
make her believe that he only wanted to be
polite to the fair traveller. Besides, his sweep
ing declarations in the morning-she would
be sure to recall them. As he stopped at the
right number, and babe her adieu, he was as
tonished to see her likewise run up the steps
to enter Gracious Apollo ! he burst into a
cold perspiration at the idea of the young lady's
error.
81 think you must have made a mistake,
Miss" he stammered :" this can't be your
house,"
But it was too late--she was already in the
brilliantly lighted hall, and turning around
she threw off her dripping habilments and
made low curtsy.
"Why, it's my wife! /" gasped Mr. Edge
"And happy to see that you have not for
gotten all your gallantry towards us ladies'"
pursued the merciless little puss, her blue eyes
(they were pretty all in a dance with suppress
ed roguery.
Edge looked from ceiling to floor in vain
search of loop-hole to retreat, but the search
was unavailing.
"Well, " said he, in the most sheepish of
tones, its the first time | was ever polite to
a lady in the cars, and hang me if it shant be
the last
"You see, my dear" said the ecstatic little
lady, 81 didn't expect to be delayed so long,
and had not any idea should meet with such
attention in the cars, and that from my hus-
band, too! Goodness gracious how Aunt
Priscilla will enjoy the joke"
"if you tell that old happy will never hear
the last of it," said Edge, in desperation.
Every probable" was the provoking reply
of his wife.
"Now, look here" said Mr.. Edge, coaxing-
ly, "you won't say anything, will you? A
fellow don't want to be laughed at by all the
world. | say, Maria, you shall have the pref
test furs in New York if you will only keep
quiet--you shall, upon my honor"
The terms were satisfactory, and Maria ca
pitulated-who wouldn't? And that is the
way she got those splendid furs that filed the
hearts of all her female friends with envy.
And perhaps it was what has made Mr. Edge
such a courteous husband ever since.