The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1874-07-01
cried he springing at me with

female vciceand q tall figure in a sea of flounc-
es bounded down the stairway. Don't MUIR
der him. =
"1Fhom do you take me for ? /" cried /, my
temper rising.
It looks well FIR you to ask that ques-
ton - sneered the man, you have won my
vito heart and are here now 70 plan to elope
With her I've found it all opt--you needn't
blush and
beg your pardon for intefrupting you, =
said Il s'but have never seen your wife be-
fore. I perceive that she is not Melinda, the
eldest daughter Of my fathers great uncle
+ "Sir, do You deny that you are William
Jones? Doyeu deny that YOU are in love
with my wife ~
81 am not Jones-I have not that honor
sir. Ny name,is Parkwcll- Henry Parkwell,
Of Squashville !" and with a bow, took my
self of. eI8
4 After that called at the residence of three
John Saniths--none of them was my Mr..
Smith, and nothing occurred worthy of note.
81 Ny next Mr. Smith resided in Portland
street. Thither bent my steps. 1t was very
small evidently not the house of wealth and
cleanliness, Imade my way up to the front
door, through wilderness of old rags, brok-
en- crockery, and old tin ware, etc., scattering
a tock Of hens and rousing snappish little
terrier from his nap on the steps.
a fed-faced woman answered my rap, but
before could make my customary inquiry
she opened on me like two-edged butcher
knife.
Well, of all the impudent rascals that ev-
er see, you beat the lot | want to know.if
You had the cheek to come back here again.
You'd like to sell me another German silver
pot, and another brass bosom pin to dear Ara
minta-wouldn't you"
BY no means, said | 81 beg leave to in
form you--H g
"Oh, you needn't beg We don't believe
in beggars s'pose you thought l should
not know you--but did / should know
that black back Of yours in Californy! Clear
out of my presence or I'll lay my broom-han-
die over your If there is anything hate it's
pcddler-especially a rascal like you I"
ALLOW me to inquire" said I, I" If Mr.
John Smiths wife was Melinda Byrne, the ell
dest daughter of my father's--''
The broomstick was lifted, i heard it cut
the air like minnie bullet, and sprang down
An angry man do not fear, but who can
stand before an angry woman? would rath-
err face a roaring lion.
/ called on two more Mr.. Smith s---still I'M
successful in my search. 1t was getting near
dark, and was more than anxious to reach
my destination. se a
My next Mr.. Smith was located in Lennox
street. 1t was twilight when rang the bell
at his door.
A smiling fellow admitted me, fairly forcing
me into the hall, before could utter word.
"Walk right in SIR"
l was gently pushed toward the door of a
shadowy apartment, and at the entrance was
announced
s"Mr. Henry !" k8.
The gas was not lighted, and the apartment
was in semi-darkness. / heard soft, quick
footstep OIL the carpet, and a pair of the
sweetest lips in the world touched mine and
good gracious-for a moment the world
ta,,a,, .,,d a;st;,,ad ;nto I,,h,,,s ha.t 80.
as.sao.s - $3.50 s.'F's
doh Honrv-,,nv ,,saresto and tos4 q .u,,a
ao,,,t vo,, L;ss mo rerrv9,, cr;ed ra;oa ,;,.s
r,ns;. uuavo 10, asad - 800 CO. 80 :,
and ar.;n ,hs ,r;ss was roneatod ~
W. III -. !. Nts-sss...
no oo',u i''.' '''0 ,en"P'"o'on am
na'ui"iy ui'nuen' man, Du. , nave Some hn-
man mature ~ me- a''' PAU her principal
Ana INTEREST
w i,en,s, ,'"o % ie',eu ''as oe'ng IN
INC army aau 'naue YOU co'u-nearteo-good
heavens one zen PACK aga,hs. q s. chalr as
pa'e as deasn ING SERVANT hao ~ tne gas,
ana s'ooo fcseaieu'
peg your paroon Marin, saia ! there
Is esluen,v so.s0 i'i's'aAe: nay : inquire II
ai'' o'n'.n WIG was a,e''"ua Dsrhe' .ne ED
est aausn'ea ., my ia'nsr erea' uncle
Inc req nns1 came 20 sho young iady s
cneeA-snc was i'a''aso'ne as . p'ctufe-~and
she replied with courtesy;
"She was not. You will, | hope, excuse me
for the blunder have committed2 We are
expecting my brother Henry from the army,
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