Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1876-06-24
NOT A KNIOKERBOCKER.

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looks doubtfully across to her husband.
and obedient to the glance of approval
she sees in his eyes, rises to depart
Jack Raymond. their guest, who COM
pletes the small party OF three. also starts
to his leet, anticipating the ponderous
movements OF the venerable family re,
tainer, and filings open wide the heavy
mahogany doors through which the little
lady must make her way into the hall.
Mrs. George smiles at him; then blushes
as her small feet entangle themselves in
her train. and finally passes through the
lofty arch. dragging foaming pillows OF
Valenciennes lace in her wake. Mr.
Raymond gazes after her with a stare OF
admiration for which he would never
have forgiven himself if it had fallen
upon his hostess's fair face instead of hel
back hair.
"Jack, my boy" drawls George Van
derburg from his seat at the table. in the
sottest and LATEST of vocies, ''you
shouldn't look at another mans wife
with that sort OF expression in your
countenance. 1t is expressly forbidden
In the tenth commandment"
Jack Raymond resumes his seat at the
others right hand.
81 say. George. where did you fine
her? Who is she?"
"My wife,"
"Obvious; but I don't understand
When went to Europe, two years ago
l left you lying in an attitude of pros,
trate alteration at the feet of the imperia
Judith Delmar, belle of the avenue anG
queen at Saratoga. with every prospect
OF an immediate Wedding"
my dear fellow, got up
"And now come back and find yol
married to an-an angel. How on eartl
did it happen? Who is she?"
Jacks enthusiasm is checked by {
warning glance from his host. He look
up, and his eyes meet the sable counte
nance of the ancient servitor ofthe ancien
Vanderburg family, and discovers Their
an eager curiosity than even exceeds hi
own. Poor Jacob! he has lived witt
the family, man and boy, for nearl,,
eighty years his reverence for the Knick
erbocker blood is as strong as his faitl
IN the New Testament, and now, in oil,
age, he is compelled to serve m1stres
he does not know. Now perhaps ther
is chance that the secret may be dis
closed.
Alas! no. George Vanderburg quench
ed his African with glance. Jacob
attend to your business. Put the cigar
on the table and CO."
81 beg your pardon, George" begin
Mr.. Raymond as soon as they are alone
, sYou need not, Jack. Mrs. Georg
Vanderburg is-Mrs. George Wander
burg, and for the quidnuncs of societ
) that is enough. But you, old frienc
| Of r,or, houhno1 opI fr,1o al
! hearted of men, shall hear the story
you like"
"Not unless you like'
"But l do" Then the cigars wer
r lighted, and the two young men settle
themselves comfortably in their chair
one to hear and the other to tell stor,
"Now, Jack, if you have an imagin;
t ten, fancy how the bones of all N
Dutch ancestors must shake when al
nounce that the last of their line h,
married woman whose name w.
Smith"
..Smith!'
EITHER that or none. Do you knc
anything of New England, Jack?"
aHavo hoard nt the plsee-a land
wooden nutmegs. There is small Sc
tlement ON the coast called Bosto
where the people eat Greek roots inste;
of bread and butter, and where tn
manufacture transcendental theolo.
quite as remarkable in its way as Il
Calvanism it replaces"
''Exactly. But New Hampshire is Il
scene of my small love story 1t was
the foot of one of those glorious GRAM
monuments picked up my daisy, Il
Margaret, my pearl. You rememb
the summer when you sailed for Euror
The same week / received comman
from the imperial Judith to follow
to Saratoga, or rather, she insinuat
-, that my presence there would give h
pleasure. took the hint and followe
and after the manner of other devote
before the alter of fashion life in NJ
York for second edition of the sal
thing at a watering place. We dresse
and rode and walked. / was the iml
rial Judith's devoted cavalier. l h
quite made up my mind to lay my ha
- and fortune at the lady's feet, a
although l telt it would not do to
cumber her with my heart, as she h
never displayed the smallest interest
that part of my personality, it new
theless pleased my fancy to think OF
queen-like grace with which she wo
preside over the hospitalities Of the VI
derburg mansion, and l concluded to
satisfied.
"But one morning as we were walk
toward the springs, the fair hand
royal Judith lying on my arm. sense
the Importance of the step 1 was alb
to take began to oppress me. fel
longing for few weeks of perfect pc
and quiet before undertook the manif
responsibilities OF a married man. b
ness became my excuse, and in
afternoon fled toward the East, onl
couple of hundred miles, and fou
myself in little New England town
the base of a great peaceful-look
mountain. The landlord of the c.
little hotel. small building all wi
,q,, paint and green blinds, received me v
graciously; and liked the old man
mensely, in spite of the fact that
hair stood on end when asked him
a sherry cobbler. l spent the nj
there, and in the morning the old g
tleman offered me his horse and fish
rod to help me pass away the time,
then suggested that perhaps l VIC
like to visit the mills.
"By the end Of the first day had
hausted the horse and fish, and be
myself pretty thoroughly land on the I
morning determined to try the IN
Did you ever see a cotton mill, Jack,
of those enormous brick structures L,
ing with steam, and heat, and dampl
and horrible noises? l saw the prop
tor, and he took me through the br
ing. l looked at the great loom,
whizzing spindlas, and all of the
genious machinery which man has dev
to supply the necessity Of cloth
brought about by the transgressiol
Eve; but what most attracted my at
IL ton was the pale faces of the Operat
standing about those terrible machil
ell the children, prematurely old, and $
tsring in that awful heat. All, j
, ,,s New England has freed the slaves in
''' cotton fields; now let them look to
slaves in the cotton mills!
81 passed through the files of Ian.
children and weary women, on my
to the office, where the proprietor off;
me chair. AS sat down, l saw in
corner of the room, 8; small figure b
ing over 4 great pile OF heavy, BUSH
Lotto like books She turned her head as
employer spoke, and saw another
face-so pale, so gentle, with great
ates let eyes that seemed to ask everyt
and they rested upon. why am | SO un
t of py?' The same eyes. my boy.
,.., smiled on you so brightly over your
'~7h ner half an hour ago"
onal "Not factory girl?''
amer "Not exactly; one of the girls Won