The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1880-12-01

A fortnight passed. Mr.. and Mrs. Cameron
were dining with the Feltons "a quiet family
dinner) one day. when there was ilne leg of
mutton on'the table.
:" Yes, thank you, FELTON,, willtake anoth-
er slice,'' said Mr.. Cameron that is the
best piece of mntton I've tasted this long
time, far better than Brooks gives us--you
trade with Brooks, donE you2''
!. Ye es, usually" answered Mr.. FELTON,,
hesitatingly, while Lottie and her mother ex-
changed amused gianoes, aud twelve ear-old
Susie eggled outright.
:" / shall goto Brooks tomorrow and toll
him to send. me just such a leg as this,'' con-
tinued Mr.. Cameron.
We've didn't get this OF Brooks
"Noe Who then pn s
cot a Young man who has renpanad Evans
old place. said Mrs. FELTON,, smlingly.
ThenI IN patronize him.
"You could not do better he Is very
worthy young man" said Mrs. FELTON, her
husband was too busy carving to reply.
81 What Is his name Is be townsman?''
4 ell didn't ask him. Is 1t true that Lat
inner has failed ? z" said Mr.. FELTON,.
"These good friends evidently don't want
me to deal with their butcher, but will"
solioquized Basil Cameron.
On his way down town next morning, he
took pains to pass the new butchers shop
CHANGING over the doorway fancy his horror)
he saw a spick- and-span new sign. board with
ssMaurice Basil Cameron, Jr.; Butcher,
EPoulterer and Fishmonger," plainly printed
thereon. Young Cameron had indeed gone
to work ; this was the first, indeed the only
opening that presented itself, for Nelson was
q steady going town where business rarely
failed or started up very vigorously, and
chances Of establishing ones self did not oc-
/ cur twice ina life time.
Maurice was standing near the door when
his father approached; with his immaculate
apron and snowy shirt sleeves, glossy collar,
Land marrow black neck.tie, he was hand
some picture in spite of his very unromantio
surroundings.
Good morning, father" said he, cheer
fully. g You see have gone to work took
that money I've been saving for trip to
Europe, aud opened this little place. I've
got Evans son with me, and he knows all
about meat and things I'll learn after
awhile You'll give me your"
i. .sGrea, heavens 1t isis it your"
Yes, sir l., Maurice Basil CAMERON, Jr."
think that "Junior" was the bitterest
drop in the whole CUP of the old man ]
really believe that, for moment, he repented
naming his sou after himself. Too angry, too
much astouished to know what to say, be
turned ON his heel and walked away, but he
could not escape the memory of that awful
sign. board three times that week, delicate
straw -colored hand bills were thrust under
his eyes by boys who were distributing them
through the town, aud all bore the same
Legend every time be picked up newspaper
he saw Maurice's advertisement all Of bis
acquaintances were laughing over Maurice s
freak (as they called it), aud not few men
applauded the young man and blamed his
father. It was a genuine agony.
Then, too, he loved the boy aud missed his
bright face from the home that was SO quiet
without him; he knew his wife mourned
deeply over the separation, and strongly sus-
pecled that she visited the obnoxious shop
every day he did not want to hurt her feel
ings, so he never asked her where she bought
their meat and poultry and as the new
butcher was doing thriving trade there was
no hope of his sueng for mercy or for help.
Three months passed, and day came that
for twenty-eight years Mr. and Mrs. Cameron
had held as home festivai-their wedding
anniversary. The night before it dawned
Basil Cameron knew that his wife had cried
nearly all night How could she keep fes-
tiyal without her boy.
ooh, dear ~ he groaned, as lie left the
house after breakfast. g ! must do IT, The
boy is as stubborn--as am and can't see
bis mother fret. He shall have his country
| girl-confound her Just as he had the ham,
mer and the lookiug-gass when he was a
baby"
| Richard, the coachman, also fancied himself
crazed when his master told him to drive out
on the Barton road to Farmer Litchfeld's in
stead of down to the bank as usual early in
the morning.
"Does Miss Sophie Litchfield live here ?n
he asked of pretty little girl who was just
coming out the front door of the house point
ed out to him as Litch6elds. r.
Eyes, sir; please walk in; she's here in
the parlor."
Instead of slpshod, blowsy girl, Mr..
Cameron found Sophie to be very attractive
young lady quite as well hammered and as
pleasant as Lottie FELTON,. His visit was far
longer than be intended, for he ended by go
ing all over the farm with the father uhila